But It's Still a Party!

by SilverEyedWolf

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie (EqG), Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 17765

Sunset gets uninvited to a friend's wedding, but Pinkie swears to make it up to her with a Pinkie Pie Sleepover!

During a short chat at Sugarcube Corner, Sunset gets a text from a friend that her wedding venue has downsized, and that Sunset's been clipped from the guest registry. Pinkie swears to make it up to her though, and what better way than a night of movies at Sunset's?

Gotta admit, this is a random thought that's been stuck in my head for months, and it's nice to finally be rid of it. Hope someone likes it, this story is dedicated to all Rare-pairs in the fandom.

EDIT TWENTY TWENTY: Alright buckers, the comments have haunted me for long enough. The second chapter is the 2020 edit, and I beg new readers to just skip the first chapter that's pretty much just up for posterity. I hope I ramped up to the smut acceptably this time, and if there's anything wrong in the new chapters, I beg ya tell me. Peace!

Published 2018-02-20 21:30:11 UTC
Last updated 2020-10-27 20:50:55 UTC

Even if it's a Party for Two!

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.

Party for Twenty-Twenty!

Author's Note

Alright, the comment below has bothered me for two years now, and I'm done with just letting a rushed story sit here. When I first tossed this up, I'd had an earworm of sorts for months, and was just satisfied with getting it out. But that comment, saying how it could have been better had I not rushed the end, stuck with me.

So here's the edited version. You'll notice the first thousand and a half or so words roughly the same, with some small differences. After that though, I've completely deleted and reworked the story until it's become what it now is. I hope it can now live and breathe, up to everyone's standards. :heart:

Party for Twenty-Twenty!

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 tapped a finger on the glass, confirming that she hadn't missed a text before she slid it back into her pocket.

“Hey'a Sunny,” said a cheerful voice, though tones of sadness echoed distantly. “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 past her lovely hips to her thighs, and a company apron covered her simple pale pink blouse but not quite the straining bra straps.

“Hey, Pinkie. Yeah, he still hasn't even texted. I'm not sure 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 as to 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.

“Oh, 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 in it was that there was no possible way she could mean it.

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

Reading quickly over it, she groaned and slapped her phone down, following it with her forehead. “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.

“It's fine Pinkie,” she said, gently taking her phone back and making sure she hadn't broken the screen before sliding it back into her pocket. “I didn't especially want to go, and besides, I just saved money on buying a dress I'd wear once before shoving in my closet.”

“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, I got a little 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 of 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 when I'm on shift, 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 of 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 hand into the air.

“Which was a ton of fun!” Sunset said, a slight laugh to 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. “Yeah, I guess there was a reason they were selling the pack for ten bucks. As long as you don't bring over just 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.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

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 grinned at her friend.

“I see we meet again, Sunset's nipples,” Pinkie said, her face reddening but keeping a wide grin. 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 sports bra and pulling her shirt off. She kept her back to the doorway as she tugged the cloth over first her head, then her chest.

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 sleep-over.”

“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, we're wasting time. Where's the movie bag?”

Pinkie looked around the counter, then frowned as she started lifting boxes and sifting through sacks.

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.

Blushing, Pinkie said, “I've got… Hulu... too...” She looked down and away, pulling the laptop to her chest. “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 shook her head into her shoulder. They hugged for a few moments before Pinkie pulled away and swatted at Sunset's shoulder.

“No, I guess I got too into my own head,” she said sulkily, wiping at her face with her hands until Sunset handed her a napkin.

“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 being mean!” Pinkie called from the kitchen.

“I'm nice enough to not care if you stare at my ass!” she called back, giggling when she heard something hard hit the floor with a small curse. “There's more soda in the fridge!”

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Sunset pulled out the bed in the sofa and pulled her little coffee table in front of it, setting up an area for the girls to lay on and stare at the laptop screen. She even threw some clean sheets onto 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 in closer to Pinkie as she tried to get a better view of the show. “So, this guy has superpowers because some dude stuck him in a tank and electrocuted him?”

"Well, kinda," Pinkie said, dangling an arm over the top of the bed to grab a couple of pieces of the minty chocolate candies she'd brought in the bag. "The tank was full of Uberflownium, right, and the electricity attached it to his bones, right? And when it connects to his brain it lets him turn it off and on, right, so he can fly and shoot lasers and swords from his fingers and stuff. Cool, right?"

Sunset watched for another couple of moments, taking in the astonishing colors and noises coming from the little device.

"Yeah," she said, nodding as she reached for the candy box and stealing a drop from it.

Pinkie made a noise in her throat, letting Sunset know that she knew about the theft. Pinkie snorted when Sunset took that as an invitation to snag another, before dragging the box away from Sunny's searching fingers. Sunset let out a quiet whine before scooting closer to the other side and thus closer to the box.

Pinkie made a quiet psst-ing noise and shoo-d her hand at Sunset, exactly like a cat owner to their pet.

Sunset, of course, took offense and rolled away to gaze unbelievingly at the girl, who was trying not to giggle as she stared determinedly at the screen.

"Oh yeah?" she said.

Pinkie made the noise again and waved her left hand at Sunset, the right sneaking down to snag a chocolate and toss it into her mouth.

"Ah, I see," Sunset said, faking placidity and lowering herself a bit on her hands.

Pinkie gave her a worried look, like she was afraid she'd gone too far, but that quickly morphed into panic when Sunset shoved down against the thin mattress and pounced, launching herself into the air and coming down flat on top of Pinkie, whose scared Eeeee- transformed into a muted umpfh as Sunset landed on her back, pressing down on top of her friend as she shot her arm down Pinkie's and grabbed a piece of the candy and tossed it into her mouth.

"Ya like that?" Sunset asked, chewing on the candy as she (carefully, this was for fun and not, not a power play) pressed her triceps into the top of Pinkie's head.

"'S not too bad," came Pinkie's muffled reply, as Sunset let her lift her head out of the sheets. "Though your big, fat chest is big and fat."

Sunset cackled for a moment before leaning down and breathily whispering into Pinkie's ear, "You like it."

She felt Pinkie freeze up, and had just a moment to withdraw her head from beside Pinkie's before the girl on bottom shoved her hands into the mattress beneath herself and performed one of the best push-ups Sunset had the opportunity to be present for, launching the giggling girl into the air for two beats before Sunset found herself face-down on the bed, alone.

"GettingAnotherSnackOneSecond!" she heard trailing from the kitchen, over her own giggling.

"Get me something good!" she called imperiously, putting a bit of that special dark smolder into her tone that she'd spent so long practicing in her mirror.

A quiet squeaking let her know that her voice had carried, and she giggled again before reaching out to the laptop and rewinding the last three minutes of the show. It might have been hot garbage, but it was fun garbage, and she didn't want to be completely lost.

A few minutes later she finally heard Pinkie returning, and she glanced over to see her loaded down with what looked to be half of her spread. She snorted and paused the show before helping Pinkie move the table away to make space for the assorted bags and boxes. Lifting her arms up, she helped Pinkie with the least stable of the snacks, before checking their spacing as Pinkie set out the rest of them.

"D'ya want to go get the rest of them?" she joked, before laughing as Pinkie pranced back into the kitchen and did just that.

Sitting up, she helped Pinkie with laying out the rest of the snacks, before making room on the floor for the coffee table's legs. Scooting further over to the side she'd suddenly claimed, she snorted as she bounced a bit when Pinkie flopped back onto the bed, her hand flicking out and unpausing the show.

"Sweet or savory?" Pinkie asked, rustling through the bags on the floor.

"I find I'm usually pretty savory," Sunset said thoughtfully, giggling as Pinkie groaned and planted her face into the sheets.

The laughter trailed off though when Pinkie raised her face to give Sunset a tired look.

"Sorry."

Pinkie raised an eyebrow, and Sunset raised her palms in surrender.

"No really, I'll quit," she said, a finger crisscrossing over her chest a bit below her left collarbone. "Besides, a joke told and retold loses some of it's polish, right?"

They both smiled at one of Pinkie's first lessons for Sunset, before they gently relaxed back in front of the show, Sunset once again rewinding the last few action-packed minutes as their shoulders pressed against each other. She got it to a comfortable point and pressed play, her arm slowly falling to pull some caramel popcorn out of a crinkly bag.

Her hair stood up a bit when she felt a soft warmth against the back of her hand, but released the tension with a breath when the warmth withdrew and she heard a crunching beside her.

Taking her own kernel, she let the sugar dissolve off of the outside before gently crunching away the fluffy corn.

**** **** **** **** ****

Sunset awoke with a groan, rolling over off her stomach and arching her back to a symphony of crackling pops. Raising her hand, she tried to shove some of her bangs out of the way. She couldn't quite suppress the second groan when her hand connected to her forehead and immediately deposited a sugary streak across it.

Glancing down, she squinted against the light trailing into her living room and found her fingers coated with some awful, congealed mass of sour gummies and broken potato chips.

She crawled out of the bed living room bed with only the thought of a shower in her mind.

After about five minutes of almost-too-hot water, she felt nearly human again (though the thought made her chuckle), and was awake enough to hear someone else enter the steamy room.

Oh right, Pinkie Pie's here.

There was a pause in thoughts.

I hope she doesn't flush while I'm in here.

Instead of the kinda gross sounds she expected to hear, she instead got the sound of some shuffling and a muted, "Ouch," and then the curtain was pulled aside by a fully nude Pinkie Pie, yawning widely.

Pinkie dropped her hand from her mouth and looked slightly up at Sunset, who was growing a slight but exceedingly wicked smile.

"Come here often?" she asked, turning to fully face her nude friend and cocking a hip to place a hand upon. She kept the smile for a moment, before dropping it as her friend's eyes just blinked vacantly. She pursed her lips and waited for another few moments, pushing the hip out a smidgen more.

Eventually, she sighed and dropped the pose, snapping a couple of times in front of Pinkie's face as she said, "Either hop in or close the curtain, you're letting the nice air out."

Blinking heavier, Pinkie shook her head a bit before her jaw dropped, letting out the most adorable little squeak, before she hid her face behind her hands and started chanting a very quiet but very empathetic apology.

Snorting, Sunset reached out and mussed her hair with a wet hand, getting the nude girl to at least stop the series of sorries.

"Pinkie Pie, ya gotta remember, I don't give a damn like other girls might," she said gently. "I did mean what I said though. You either have to hop in and join me, or close the curtain and wait your turn."

To her surprise, her friend lowered her hands and looked into the stream of hot water, biting her bottom lip.

Waiting another half a minute, Sunset laughed before reaching out and pulling her into the low tub, setting the plastic curtain back where it was before turning around and lifting the head of the shower so that it would, if not allow them both to soak completely, at least have enough area to get them both a little at the same time.

Spinning her friend so that her back was towards the head of the shower, Sunset pulled her a bit closer and started getting her hair wet, running her fingers slowly through the mat of pink to work out some of the tangles.

Pinkie let out a small noise when the water hit her, but otherwise was merely standing there stiffly while Sunset gently played with her hair in the water. Once Sunset started gently running her fingertips over her scalp, she let out a gentle sigh and relaxed a bit before tilting her head back to get more of the water over her scalp, lifting her hands to start stroking down through the mass of long ringlets.

"You know," she said, softly, "just because you're used to nudity and being naked doesn't mean everyone else has to be."

Sunset paused, her heart plummeting into her guts, before Pinkie sighed and reached over her head to gently grasp Sunset's wrists and brought them up to her shoulders while she straightened her back.

"Us humans, the born ones, give a lot more weight to ideas of sexuality and nudity than you ponies do, according to you," she said, moving her hands to hold onto Sunset's. "While nudity used to be just a fact of your life, it's not one of ours, Sunnybuns. I know it can be weird and easy to forget when all your friends try their best to play along and just tease right back, but being naked with another person usually means steamy thoughts for us."

She tilted her head back again and peeked over her shoulder, giving a small smile through her blush.

"It's supposed to be special, the first time you're naked with another person," she said firmly, before glancing away and leaning over to grab a bottle of shampoo.

Sunset was quiet for a while, just gripping onto Pinkie's shoulders. "Should I leave?" she eventually asked softly.

Pinkie snorted before holding the bottle over her shoulder.

"No, Sunset," she said, a bit of her old laughter ringing through her tone. "You should start getting this stuff in my hair, before the water gets cold."

Quietly she took the bottle, pouring a bit of it into her palm before snapping the pop-top lid closed on her hip and setting it back down. Grabbing the hair into a ponytail, she slid her hand over the length before using both hands to work the shampoo now applied into a lather.

Running her hands back over her friend's scalp, she gently worked the soap into the top of her head before running her fingers through the rest of it again, making sure to get everywhere within the curly confines of Pinkie's mane.

"So," she said, conversationally faking indifference, "on a scale of one to ten, how much did I screw up?"

Pinkie sighed, before she took a step back to start rinsing her head off, both hands coming up to run through the hair on her scalp while Sunset lowered hers to work through the hair at her shoulder-blades.

"Honestly Sunny, for anyone else? Like, a seven, up to a nine."

Sunset winced, pulling Pinkie's hair away from her back to get the shampoo hiding there.

"For me?" she continued, thoughtfully. "Like, initially an eight, but right now you're down to like a two."

Sunset sighed, relaxing a bit. She could recover from a two.

"My head massaging skill just that good, huh?" she said, reaching down to snag the conditioner and putting her shoulder against the small of Pinkie's back in the process.

She shivered a bit, but otherwise just reached down for a body-wash and cracked its top.

"No, Sunset," she said, with a small smile still playing around on her lips. "But it's not bad either, I guess, so keep going. The reason you've dropped down to a two," she said, looking over her shoulder again and giving her a relieved grin, "is because you've yet to say or do anything I wouldn't like you to. You haven't touched my butt or anything, and we all know you're a flanks kind of girl."

Sunset quickly said, "Hey!" but when she went to continue, found she didn't have anything to say. Floundering for a moment, she said, "Yeah alright," with a smug smile. After a moment, she adopted a severe frown.

"Hey though, actually, I would never touch you while you're feeling this vulnerable, not without your permission. I may joke around and make a ton of tit jokes, but I'm not gonna just go and grab you when you've just told me that I've forced you to do something you're not good with. I'm not that shitty about boundaries," she said, giving a couple of moments pause before quietly asking, "Am I?"

Pinkie gave a small giggle before asking, "Remember that last time we were in the locker room after the band practice where Twilight decided to prank us by setting up a trap to drop balloons of chocolate pudding on us when we opened up our lockers, and when we had to get into the showers you honked Rarity's boob and asked how much it cost her in material to cover them?"

Sunset snorted, holding one of her wrists up to her lips to hold the sound in before getting back to working conditioner into Pinkie's hair. "Alright, but that was on purpose, and it was also the only thing I did to make her uncomfortable. I didn't honk the other one after, remember? I went back to my stall and washed down like I was supposed to, no more honks or slaps or anything."

Running her hands over her shoulders to lather them, Pinkie glanced at Sunset with an 'are-you-serious' look.

"Sunset, that's the same set where you pinched my butt and asked if I could share 'some of what you got bakin' back there,'."

Sunset stopped massaging Pinkie's hair, her head dipping as she pressed a hand to her forehead and frowned at the floor of the tub. After a few moments, she sighed and got back to cleaning Pinkie's head.

"Buck, you guys must hate hanging out with me," she muttered.

Pinkie immediately spun around, a perfect half-circle, her eyes narrowing and her mouth dipping into a frown.

Sunset instinctively glanced down, taking in half a second of Pinkie's generously soaped generosities, before her soapy hands reached out and took Sunset's jaw and made sure that they were gazing into each other's eyes.

"Sunset Shimmer," she said, deadly serious and looking ready to be deadly, "you could almost certainly never, ever make any of your friends so uncomfortable that we would leave your side without saying anything to you." Her eyes softened as she gave her friend a gentle, near angelic smile. "That's what I did, Sunset, is say something. We won't walk away from you."

Sunset's eyes widened as she listened to Pinkie, slowly getting wider and wider, before at the end she started blinking heavily and sniffled once before reaching out and grabbing Pinkie around the small of her back and pulling her into a fierce hug, sniffling again and pressing her face into the sweet-smelling hair that still had soap in it.

Pinkie slowly melted into the hug, wrapping her own arms around her friend's shoulders and patting her back gently. "Sunset?" she said softly.

"Hmm?"

"Your boobs are, like, all over mine."

"Hmm." She sniffled, before leaning back. "Oh. Sex thing?"

Pinkie snorted and rolled her way up to a giggling fit. "It's a sexy thing, yeah," she said through the giggles, patting Sunset's hip before glancing down for a half-second, blushing, and turning around. "C'mon though, this stuff's been in my hair for a while now."

Sniffling and smiling, Sunset got on with helping Pinkie with her hair, before rubbing her back down with the soap that Pinkie had already rinsed off of her front. She paused when her hands trailed into the gentle curve at the bottom end of Pinkie's back, before running back up to her shoulders and rubbing down her sides, much to the giggling of her friend.

"Thanks for not touching my butt, but you're tickling me," Pinkie said while slapping lightly at Sunset's hands. "Turn around and start on yourself, while I finish up over here," she said while handing her own soap.

Sunset nodded, turning around and squeezing a handful out of the bottle before setting it back down on the shelf the tub had for such things before getting started on rubbing the cleaner into her collar, then down her arms, then over her chest and stomach.

"So, was this a normal thing for you?"

Sunset hummed, jumping a bit when a soapy hand started lathering her damp hair. "Normal for given groups of ponies," she said, using her soapy hands to reach around and start cleaning her haunches.

"Having a family tub was a normal thing in earth pony groups since it's pretty hard to reach certain places with your own hooves. Pegasi have ways to heat the water in clouds, so they mainly take showers. The unicorns who didn't care much or felt they didn't have the time to bathe have a couple of spells for cleaning and deodorizing, but I always liked taking baths.

"Hot springs are fairly prevalent throughout the region as well, so we've got a few places where communal bathing is the norm. Like those animatic things that Rarity likes so much."

"Anime," Pinkie said with a giggle.

"Yeah," Sunset said with a nod, giving a slight shiver when Pinkie ran her hand up her spine just a touch too softly. "Those cartoons actually had me looking in Japanese culture a bit. We don't have a lot of other parallels, but the bathing is really familiar."

They moved in silence for a moment, the conversation gone to its natural conclusion, and their showering not quite finished. Pinkie quickly broke it though.

"Hey, how low are you washing up there!?"

Sunset moved her hands with a small jump. "What, do you not-?"

"Yes!" Pinkie interrupted, Sunset glancing back to find her blushing scarlet. "But that's why I asked you to turn around! I didn't want you watching while..."

Sunset let her stand in silence for a moment, before raising her hands.

"Sex thing?"

Pinkie flushed and clapped her hands over her face, but Sunset could hear the giggles leaking from between her palms.

"Sunny, have you... Have you not...?"

Sunset turned around to face the girl stuttering behind her, taking the opportunity to reach back and rinse her hair.

"What, had sex?" She asked. "Not here."

Pinkie coughed a little at her abruptness. "You haven't done, like, anything?" Pinkie asked.

"Well, I don't have a horn anymore, so I can't really do anything with just myself," she said, running her fingers through her hair to make sure all the soap was out. "Haven't really had any interest in getting one of those rubber schlongs, seems kind of weird to me."

Pinkie lowered her hands enough to peer over them at Sunset.

"You haven't tried your hands?"

Sunset snorted. "You know how hard hooves are? You don't want one of those anywhere... near..."

She stopped talking, bringing a hand up to hover right in front of her chest, staring at it.

Pinkie reached out and softly ran her fingertips over Sunset's, giggling. "Seems pretty soft, Sunnybuns," she said, raising an eyebrow at the woman standing under the stream of hot water.

After another minute of silence, Sunset sighed and said, "Well Celestia damn it."

Pinkie burst into her trademark full-lunged laughter before reaching forward and patting Sunset's shoulder. "No wonder all of the teasing you do is flirty," she giggled. "You haven't had any for, what, six years?"

Pinkie kept giggling as Sunset groaned loudly and clapped her hands over her face, dragging them down and making a face at Pinkie.

"It never even occurred to me," she moaned, before sighing and grabbing the bottle of conditioner. "So, how-" she started to ask, popping the top of the bottle before freezing and glancing at Pinkie Pie. "I'm guessing asking how you do it is a bit too far?"

Pinkie choked half-way through a giggle, and Sunset sighed while nodding.

"Yeah, looks like that's right." She frowned, looking down at her little tuft of fuzz right between her hips. "Ugh, but I don't want to watch some other lady I don't know teach me," she said, reaching down and scratching the top of her patch lightly. "Bad enough I had to watch that lady teach me how to groom and stay clean, you know?"

She sighed and looked up into Pinkie's blush, her eyes following Sunset's hand.

"Oh, sorry," Sunset said, dropping her hands to her side and standing upright, before scratching awkwardly at the back of her head. "Uhm, that wasn't teasing, just social blindness?"

Pinkie's blush got a bit darker, and she bit her bottom lip gently.

"No, it's alright, I know," she said, before sighing and whispering something under her breath. "Hey, I need to get to work soon, probably, but last night was a ton of fun. Do you," she hesitated, glancing at the bottom of the tub, "do you wanna do it again tonight?"

"Oh, uhm, sure?" Sunset said, a little off-balance from the non-sequitur. "Uh, movie night again?"

Pinkie smiled and nodded, before reaching out and gently switching places with Sunset to rinse off under the shower-head before squeezing her hair gently and moving the curtain aside.

"Uh, towels are in the little closet," Sunset said, reaching a hand out of the back side of the shower and tapping the small door.

She heard the door open and clatter closed, and she had just enough time to rinse off the rest of herself before the bathroom door opened and gently closed. Whisking the curtain aside, she gave the door a weird look, wondering what had gotten into Pinkie while she fetched her own clean towel.

She was about halfway through drying herself down before Pinkie poked her head through the door, blushing a bit as Sunset kept drying the leg she had propped on the sink.

"Hey, I'm taking off," she said with a small smile. "See you after my shift?"

"Oh, yeah," Sunset said, dropping her foot to the floor and covering her front for Pinkie's sake. "I have a shift at the garage too, so you should use your key if you get here first. What should I grab from the rental place?"

Pinkie's face went conspicuously masked, and she used a very even and flippant tone when she said, "Oh, I'll leave you a list. Since we were talking anime, you wanna give some of that a try?"

Sunset's eyes narrowed at her, and she dropped her towel to place a hand on her hip, cocked it, then raised an eyebrow.

"You know how I feel about scary stuff," she said, raising the other hand with a single finger pointing at Pinkie's nose. "I'll get one of your suggestions, you terrible thing, and if we get to it, it will be the last one. Deal?"

Pinkie's eyes dipped with the towel, but the blush was less pronounced this time, and she only smiled. "Deal," she said, before waggling the fingers of her left hand through the door and closing it.

Sunset snorted, picking up the towel and finishing drying herself off before she walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, grabbing a set of pastel shorts and sliding them on before sliding a pair of heavily grease and oil-stained jeans on over them, noting with a sigh that the hips and ass pockets were wearing thin. A sports bra was quickly followed by a simple white work-shirt. On the way out the door she stopped by the coat hooks drilled into the wall and grabbed her leather jacket and her motorcycle keys, glancing at the paper listing ten names Pinkie had hooked onto the main loop before snorting and shoving it into a breast pocket and zipping it closed.

Two sets of stairs later, she unlocked her seat and slipped on the helmet inside, tightening it down and zipping up her jacket after she hopped onto her bike, and zoomed off down the street.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

Sunset sighed as she parked her bike for the second time today, rolling her shoulders to relax some of the tension out of them. They'd been training a new guy today, one of those young teen wanna-be 'Alpha' males who thought he knew everything without ever actually holding a socket wrench.

She'd spent most of today tearing him down, and if he showed up tomorrow, she could work on helping him to be an actual adult.

For now though, she locked her helmet below her seat and walked into the small video rental store.

Looking around at the white cases holding stacks of shiny plastic cases, she quickly discovered that she was the only one in the store beside the attendant, who barely glanced up from her book before dropping her eyes back down.

Sunset glanced around again, looking at the signs they had over their sections, before pulling Pinkie's list out of her pocket and glancing down at it. She frowned down at the foreign names.

"Help you?"

She jumped a bit and glanced at the attendant, who was eyeing the crumpled paper and putting her book face-down on the counter.

"You got one of those lost looks," the girl said, reaching up and tucking a lost lock of long braids behind an ear. "Your boyfriend send you after some smut or something?"

Sunset immediately scoffed out loud, before covering her mouth with a hand.

"Uh, sorry, no. One of my friends and I are having a movie night and she gave me a list to grab, but they're foreign flicks and I'm not sure where to look."

The attendant straightened a book with a curious twinkle in her eyes, cocking an eyebrow and holding out a hand.

With a shrug, Sunset moved closer and held out the list to the sitting girl.

As soon as she glanced at the first few titles, the lady looked up and grinned at Sunset. "Ah, so she's one of those friends," she said, before getting off her stool and stretching her back. "You want all of these? A couple of them are pretty bloody."

Sunset flinched.

"Knew it," Sunset whispered before saying, "Maybe, like, one of them?"

The attendant snorted and laughed, before looking at the list again.

"Tell you what," she said, smiling at Sunset. "Because I like these movies, and you're a cutie, I'll give you my employee discount and grab you Uzumaki, Perfect Blue, and Parasite Eve. You'll have a great time, they're not too bloody," she said, before sailing away between the aisles before Sunset could do more than blush.

The attendant returned from the far side of the store with three slim cases and quickly scanned them, along with the back of her name-tag, before placing them in a paper bag while Sunset slipped a paper bill from her wallet. She made the change in her register and slipped the money into the bag, before holding it out to Sunset with a wink.

Blushing, Sunset thanked her with a small stutter and slipped out of the store, placing the bag under her seat as she slipped her helmet on quickly and started up the bike.

It was a quick four minutes to her apartment complex, and she took a moment to glance at the cases for the movies she'd rented. She made a confused face at the green and spiral-covered first case, glancing at the case that just sort of had three faces on the front with the movie's name, then at the last movie with a half-dressed cartoon girl on it.

As she was shuffling the cases a white slip of paper fell out from between them, and Sunset quickly snatched it out of the air. On one side was the rental store's info, but when she flipped it over she found ten digits with two dashes on the back.

Staring at it, her brain hiccuped before telling her it was probably a phone number. She silently said 'Oh,' before she felt her face flush again. She quickly shoved the card in her jacket pocket and grumbled her way up the stairs, unlocking the door and throwing her jacket on the hooks next to it along with her keys.

"Pinkie Pie?" she called out to the apartment.

She heard a small squeak from her living room before a small voice called, "In here Sunny!"

Cocking her head to the side, her eyebrows furrowed as she walked down the tiny hallway and glanced into the room, staring at the couch across the room from her TV set beside the door.

Sitting in the middle of a perfectly cleaned living room, in the middle of a cleaned couch, Pinkie Pie sat in a fluffy blue bathrobe, her bare feet bouncing up and down on the carpet while her hands loosely clenched the robe over her knees. Her face was a bright pink, enough to almost match her hair.

Sunset tilted her head again, before leaning against the doorway and crossed one foot over the other, right eyebrow lifting.

"You look comfy," she said, her eyebrows touching over her questioning smile.

"Thank you," Pinkie said with a giggle, before standing up and smoothing the material over her stomach. "Do you, uh, remember this morning? When you were going to ask h-ho-ow I muh-muh-muh-mast-"

She stopped, her torso almost quivering as she shivered and took a deep breath.

"You were going to ask how to masturbate?"

Confused and blushing a bit, Sunset slowly nodded.

"Well," Pinkie said, before untying the belt and reaching up to grab the shoulders of the robe, pinching them and pulling the fabric back and down so that it flowed over her own shoulders and down to her elbows, parting from over her body.

Sunset nearly choked on her own air as she took in Pinkie's clothes, two skimpy tubes of cloth barely covering her breasts and waist. What was there was thin and black, with curling and curving lace roses covering her nipples and little else, while a small skirt thing hugged around her hips, showing the sides while masking what she could have seen from the front.

Her tummy was cute and soft with a tiny bit of pudge threatening to spill over the top of the lingerie, while her breasts threatened to spill over the top. While the bottoms hugged her hips pleasantly (very pleasantly, Sunset noted), the top looked to be at least half a size too small.

"Well, I thought that, if you wanted," Pinkie said, before swinging out her left hip that reminded Sunset of herself, "I coul-could show you?"

Sunset had about half a minute of blank staring (hard staring) before she raised her arm to say something.

Unfortunately, the arm she raised was leaning against the wall, dangling after Pinkie's reveal, and when she raised it she rotated her shoulder behind the door-frame. Slipping, she smashed the side of her head against the frame before falling the rest of the way to the floor.

"Sunset!" she heard Pinkie squeak through the haze a moment before her swimming vision blurred, and she was looking up at Pinkie's concerned face.

"Tha' was so smooth," she tried to say, wincing at the end and touching the side of her face.

Pinkie looked down at her another moment, concern mixing with humor, before she giggled and gently touched her face as well, moving Sunset's hand away to see beneath it. "Ouchy," she said lightly, before straightening up and walking away.

Sunset stayed where she was, blinking a bit up at the ceiling light, before Pinkie returned and gently pressed a very cold bag onto her face.

"I found some peas in your freezer, they should help the swelling. You're lucky there's no cuts or anything," Pinkie said gently, her hand lingering on the bag as Sunset raised hers and laid her fingers over the top of Pinkie's. "You big doofus, what were you even saying?" she asked.

"I don' remember," Sunset muttered, wincing at the cold. "Somethin' about you bein' drop-dead gorgeous, though. And sexy, for sure."

Pinkie started laughing, her signature deep belly laugh, and Sunset grinned up at her until it hurt too much.

"You're so silly," Pinkie said, wiping away the tears and trying to contain her laughter. "I know you're still more into ponies than humans, so you don't have to-"

Sunset grunted and raised a finger to Pinkie's lips, shushing her the entire time. "Pinkie, Pinkie Pie," she said, opening her eyes (one of which was starting to swell, that wouldn't be fun). "You are top tier, and that's according to Rarity, Rainbow, and AJ, so please believe me when I say that not only do I know you're bucking beautiful, so do so many other people. Bucking, Pinkie Promise," she said, going through the motions until she got to the part where she would stick her fist into her eye. "Uh, maybe I'll skip that part this time," she muttered, before she looked back up at Pinkie.

Sunset blinked as the first swelling drop fell from Pinkie's eyes, and her eyebrows screwed themselves up as she looked up into Pinkie's grinning, teary face.

"You girls are all so sweet," she said, her voice not trembling for the first time since Sunset got home. "And I love you all so, so much," she said, dropping her gaze to one of Sunset's baseboards. "But, uhm, I have been maybe waiting a little for someone to make a move, and you got close enough this morning. So I hope...?" She trailed off, looking bashfully away.

"Oh, you could've jumped me any time," Sunset said, surprised at how true the words slipping out of her mouth were. A thought occurred to her, and she asked, "Are you wanting to work your way through us then?"

"No!" Pinkie yelped, flinching a bit and looking down at Sunset, her eyes wide and her pupils tiny. "No, no," she said, shaking her head and swiping at her eyes with the back of a hand. "While, uhm, I wouldn't mind, necessarily, I don't have any plans for anything," she said, glancing down from Sunset's face to her collarbones.

"Oh," Sunset said, before wincing and slowly levering herself up with an arm and finding the half-naked girl sitting in her lap. Smiling a bit, she grabbed Pinkie by the hip and pulled her along as Sunset spun to place her own back to the wall. "Can I ask who you were most hoping for?"

Pinkie giggled a little as Sunset pulled her along, settling a bit more onto her seat of Sunset's thighs, before she bit her lip. "Uhm, well... Honestly?" Pinkie giggled nervously when Sunset nodded. "Well, probably you, honestly. AJ fell off the radar as soon as I found out she's probably my cousin, Flutters and Rarity have their own thing and I didn't want to mess with their dynamic, Rainbow's straight, and Twilight's ace.

"You were definitely the easiest mark," she giggled, gently pressing her finger against the tip of Sunset's nose. She bit her lip gently before asking, "What about you?"

"Oh, well, I haven't given it a lot of thought," she said, blinking up at the ceiling. "I was bi back in Equestria, so I guess that translates. Uhm, I'd probably go AJ, you, Flutters, Rarity, Dash, Twi?" she said, squinting her eyes. "But that's off the top of my head." She glanced down into Pinkie's eyes. "Uh, sorry, the whole cowgirl thing. Y'know?"

Pinkie giggled and nodded. "Yeah, I get it."

"Oh, but speaking of cute girls," Sunset said, looking up at her jacket and reaching a hand to claw inside the pocket. "Damn," she said grunted quietly before switching pockets, reaching inside and finding the crumpled number. "Don't think I need this now," she said, presenting the card to Pinkie.

Pinkie took it, looking curiously over the name of the store, before flipping it over, her eyes widening as she giggled.

"Oh wow, was my taste in movies that good?" she said, before handing the card back towards Sunset.

Sunset snorted as she took the piece of paper and tossed it into the kitchen, towards her trash can. "Don't need it," she said, before setting her hand heavily on Pinkie's hip.

After a moment, she gave the other girl a sharp smile and gently squeezed the flesh there before playing absently with the cloth under her fingers.

"So, I heard there might be a show tonight?" she murmured, before giggling at Pinkie's renewed blush.

The giggles lasted all of a couple of moments before she let out a sharp, quiet hiss and pressed the peas a little more firmly to her face with a pout.

"Do you want to wait for tomorrow night?" Pinkie asked, her hands slowly coming to settle on Sunset's mostly flat stomach. "I was thinking that the show was going to, uhm, have audience participation?" she said with a flickering smile that ultimately stuck into a grin. "But I don't want to hurt you-"

Pinkie squeaked when, with a quick straightening of her arm, Sunset flung the bag of frozen veggies into the kitchen.

"I'm good," Sunset said, trying for a wide grin before settling for a smaller one after a wince. "No need to worry about me, I'll be a-okay and am ready for, uh, a show?" she rambled, her own blush starting to grow near the end when her mind realized what exactly her mouth was asking for.

Pinkie stared down at Sunset for a moment, her eyes only slightly wider with her lips barely parted, before she let her head roll back and laughed again, leaning back far enough that Sunset panicked and grabbed her sides to steady her, the digits sinking a bit into the soft love-handles.

Sunset bit her lip a bit as she waited for Pinkie to calm down enough to share what she was so tickled by.

"Well, luckily for you that's only the third most awkward way I've ever been asked to get naked for somebody," she said eventually, wiping at her eyes as the laughter subsided.

"Third?" Sunset asked, cocking her head.

"I used to hang around certain online sites," Pinkie said, flicking away the tears on her hand before reaching out and wrapping her arms slowly around Sunset's neck and pulling her in close. "But we're not here to talk about twelve-year-olds on the internet screaming at me to take my shirt off."

Somewhere else in time and space, Spike sneezed and looking vacantly around the computer desk he was sitting at.

"We're here to talk about you wanting to take your own shirt off, I think?" Pinkie said, squeezing Sunset close enough to nestle her chin among barely clothed breasts.

"I was promised a show," Sunset murmured, wrapping her arms around the other girl's waist and pulling her closer, holding her tightly. "We can go through my own clothes after I think. Besides, you still need to teach me how to, uhm, do anything with my hands?" she said, letting said hands spread and press against Pinkie's lower back.

Pinkie giggled. "Excuses, excuses," she said in a sing-song, before pulling away a bit.

Sunset pouted until Pinkie's hands slid up, over her shoulders, and onto both sides of her jaw. She bit her lip for a moment when Pinkie lifted her face, but released it when Pinkie slowly leaned forward, her tresses starting to tickle Sunset's.

Their first kiss was a warm, exploratory experience, lips caressing as their short breaths mingled under their noses.

Pinkie leaned back for half an instant, licking her lips, before throwing herself back into a new kiss, now more daring, with a touch of tongue-tip along Sunset's lower lip. Sunset quickly responded, her own tongue peeking shyly from between her lips and pressing into Pinkie's, tracing a circle and pressing directly against the foreign tip.

Pinkie broke away, taking a quick gasp of air before letting a giggle loose and leaning her forehead against Sunset's.

"Sorry," Sunset said as she recovered her breath. "Was that weird? Your tongues aren't as flat as I'm used to," she said with a small smile and a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

Pinkie leaned back and giggled as she pushed her fingertip onto Sunset's nose. "Everyone kisses differently, silly," she said with a happy sigh. "You did just fine, for me. But we're not supposed to be making out on the entryway floor, now are we?"

"I'm not complaining," Sunset grumbled, gazing up as Pinkie pushed herself onto her feet before offering a slender hand out. She took the offered hand, getting to her feet and reaching out to touch Pinkie's sides.

Laughing, Pinkie danced away and took Sunset's outstretched hands, pulling her into the living room and towards the couch before gently pushing her down onto the middle cushion.

"Comfy?" She asked, spreading her feet so that she could stand with her shins to the couch, her knees on either side of Sunset's.

"Getting comfier," Sunset said, leaning forward and gently running her hands up Pinkie's legs, to her hips.

Pinkie hummed, placing her hands on Sunset's shoulders for balance as the other girl ran her fingers up from her calves again before reaching a finger into the waistband of the skirt and letting it snap back into place. Pinkie giggled and leaned over to lay a kiss on Sunset's upturned face before taking a couple of swaying steps back, Sunset's hands lingering on her hips before falling to her knees.

"Now, how interactive exactly would you like this to be?" Pinkie asked, her hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum as she trailed her fingertips up from her hips, along her sides, and across the tube of her bra.

Sunset glanced up at the smiling, teasing, blushing face of Pinkie Pie, swaying back and forth slowly as she trailed her fingers along her skin, putting herself fully out for Sunset, trusting in her.

So Sunset decided to return the trust, the vulnerability.

"I, uhm, don't think I ever want to stop touching you," she said, holding her hands out horizontally, inviting the girl before her with empty palms.

Pinkie's slow swaying paused, and her blush grew as her hands stopped stroking her sides and joined together just over her belly button, fingers entwining as her gaze dropped to the floor before tracing over to the blank television.

"Oh," she said softly, before smiling and looking bashfully over at Sunset. "Yeah?" she asked, breathing a bit quicker than before.

Sunset didn't respond verbally, just curled her fingers towards her a couple of times.

Pinkie grinned and took a couple of more large, swaying steps, once again ending with her legs straddling across Sunset's. This time, though, Sunset gently pulled at the backs of her knees until Pinkie let herself be pulled onto the couch, her soft thighs resting on Sunset's firmer ones.

"You know, I'm supposed to be the sweet one," Pinkie huffed with a pout that quickly broke when Sunset ran her palms over Pinkie's sides before sliding up behind her to pull Pinkie closer and into Sunset's waiting lips.

They settled there, quickly creating a rhythm between deep lip-locks and smaller nips along the other's neck and jaw, their hands traveling over the safer areas they could reach before Sunset took a chance and ran her thumb underneath the fringe of Pinkie's lacy skirt while kissing along her collar.

Panting, they both paused, Pinkie running her hands through the long back of Sunset's hair to keep her face on Pinkie's flesh, before Sunset murmured something into her neck and slowly ran the skirt higher and higher up the girl's thigh, Pinkie letting out her first muffled moan before leaning forward to kiss Sunset's neck just below an ear, whispering encouragements as Sunset's other hand rolled the skirt up the left side of Pinkie's hip.

Once she'd rolled the fabric up she ran her hands over the newly nude thighs and hips of Pinkie, surprised to find a couple of strings still in her way. She found the knots resting on hips first, giving the dangling strings experimental tugs and finding them falling apart in her hands, the cloth strips falling away and leaving only the smooth plushness of Pinkie's hips.

Sunset hesitated, but Pinkie reached down and grabbed something that was between them before pulling it away and tossing it to the side. Sunset recognized the cloth by its shape, and realized Pinkie was literally half-nude now.

Slowly, so slowly, she reached further back from the hips she was handling and cupped two handfuls of the softest substance she'd ever known.

Pinkie let out a noise between a hum and a grunt, before leaning forward and rolling her hips back.

Sunset went from cupping Pinkie's ass to pretty much holder her up by it, giggling as Pinkie pushed her chest up around her jaw with a simple bend of her back. Sunset's chin hooked on top of the frail fabric stretched over Pinkie's plush breasts, and it was drug halfway off before Pinkie paused, looking down into the valley Sunset now occupied.

"Oopsie," she said flatly, before giving her body a bounce that lowered the fabric even more. "Whatever should I do?" she asked Sunset, giving her a grin and narrowing her eyes slightly. "I'm nearly about to," another wiggle, another edging down of her top, "pop out," she said huskily, cocking an eyebrow.

Chuckling, Sunset grinned up at Pinkie, her own idea forming.

"Oh no Pinkie, let me help with that," she said, bringing the girl up just high enough that she could see the bottom of the fabric. Moving her face in closer, she ran her nose over the highest bit of Pinkie's stomach before grabbing the cloth between her front teeth, letting Pinkie fall as she drug the tube up until she was nose to nose with Pinkie, cloth still in teeth.

"Oops," she said around the cloth, cocking an eyebrow.

Pinkie snickered before raising her arms, one hand gently coming to press against Sunset's lip to take the cloth up and tossing it away, following the trajectory of the panties earlier.

Sunset let out a heavy sigh as she ran her hands up the outside of Pinkie's thighs, over her hips, and up her sides, thumbs teasing at the sides of her breasts before coming around to her shoulders and dragging the fingers lightly down Pinkie's back.

Pinkie let out her own happy sigh as she pulled Sunset closer to make the actions into a fierce hug, before pulling back a bit and looking down at Sunset.

"I see we meet, Pinkie's nipples," Sunset said before she could stop herself.

Pinkie snorted, her hands coming up to cup her chest as she chuckled. "Real original, Sunny," she said, before reaching down and tugging at her shirt. "Audience participation time Sunbuns. I'm all naked and goosebumped, and you're sitting there smelling like you just rolled through a car's engine."

Sunset grunted and grabbed one of the shoulders of the shirt, pulling it up and over her head before flinging the rest of it off the arm she'd used, the pile of cloth impacting the wall and flopping to the carpet.

Pinkie's hand came up to her nose as she giggled. "You strip like a guy in a porno," she said.

"Feel like one, I guess," she said with a glance down. Slowly her hands came up and cupped Pinkie's breasts, the girl smiling and blushing as Sunset gently squeezed and massaged, before gasping and jerking a bit when a pair of thumbs investigated her stiff nipples.

"H-Hey," Pinkie laughed, smacking Sunset's right arm gently, "that's not stripping."

"It's more fun though," Sunset said, pouting up at Pinkie for a moment before smirking at her. "Hey, grab my shoulders and don't freak out too much."

Pinkie barely had time to cock an eyebrow down at her before Sunset reached back and around to again grab Pinkie's ass, but instead of just feeling her up this time she pulled Pinkie's waist to her own, her grip firm as she scooted to the edge of the couch before lifting herself up into a squat.

Pinkie squealed briefly before giggling madly, her arms and legs coming up and locking around Sunset's frame.

Sunset giggled before rotating and gently depositing the girl on the edge of the couch, letting go with her hands and running them up to Pinkie's armpits and giving a brief tickle to force her to let go.

And let go she did, squeaking as the fingers scrabbled gently under her arm before she flopped back onto the seat, laughing as she slumped into the plush cushions and stared up at Sunset, her arms out and her legs attempting to curve around Sunset's to stop her from moving away.

Luckily for Pinkie that wasn't what Sunset had in mind.

Almost carelessly, Sunset reached up to the straps of her sports bra, tugging the back of it up while leaving the front of it carefully where it was, her own tips starting to poke through the thin cloth. Moving the back over the top of her head, she raised an eyebrow before leaning forward and offering Pinkie the cloth barely still covering her chest.

With a smirk Pinkie reached out with both of her hands, cupping and running her palms over Sunset before pulling away the cloth and tossing it over with her own undergarments.

"Still don't know why you guys went crazy over these," Sunset said, straightening and poking her chest with her thumbs, wiggling them a bit as she said, "I mean, everyone but Twi is bigger than me, and that's only because she's legitimately flatter than a cutting board."

"You know it's not about how much you have," Pinkie said, leaning forward and tugging Sunset closer by her belt loops. "Besides, we were kids back then."

"Back then?" Sunset chuckled before trailing a hand underneath Pinkie's curls and pulling her closer.

Pinkie snickered a bit as well, before bringing her face close enough to trail quick kisses around Sunset's navel, gently biting the bottom of it before trailing her flickering kisses higher up, her fingers tracing patterns over her sides.

Sunset hummed appreciatively as she ran her fingers through Pinkie's hair, gently petting the girl before she ran her hands over her own hips and to the single button on the front of her jeans, sliding the brass out of the denim holding it before slowly pulling the zipper to its end. She gently stopped Pinkie's hands from grabbing the waist of the jeans and slowly spun around, popping her hips back before letting Pinkie slowly pull the denim down.

She shivered at the long, slow pull of the fabric, lifting her feet to let Pinkie fully peel away the cloth. She let the girl's hands spin her back around, and Pinkie smiled up a little smile before once again kissing Sunset's navel, this time trailing down.

Sunset sighed again, her hands aimlessly playing with Pinkie's hair as the girl worked lower and lower, her fingers trailing the waist of Sunset's underwear and pulling it just low enough to continue her kisses. Sunset shivered as she felt Pinkie's lips kiss the top of her maintained curls, lowering ever so slightly before pressing her lips into the curls again.

Letting out her first quiet moan, Sunset gripped Pinkie's hair loosely, pulling her closer, urging her on.

Letting out a soft giggle, Pinkie leaned away from Sunset, pulling her shorts the rest of the way down before looking up at the girl. "Do you wanna try this next bit on the couch, or on your bed?"

Laughing, Sunset shrugged. "I don't know what the next part is, Pinkie Pie."

"Oh, that's fair," she said, before measuring out the width of the couch and standing with a shake of her head. "Nah, let's get to your bed," she said, pausing for a beat before following it with a wide grin and a wink.

Laughing, Sunset pulled the girl close enough to lay a lingering kiss on her, pressing their nude bodies together, running her hands over the lovely girl for barely a second before pulling her along towards her sleeping arrangements.

Sunset pushed the door aside before she raised the hand not currently wrapped around a wrist, slapping it over her eyes as she groaned at the state of her room.

"Wow Sunny, laundry day?" Pinkie giggled, before she pushed Sunset over towards the bed. "I don't care about your floordrobe Sunny, mine's nearly as big. Now, go lay on your bed, lower than you usually would, and put a pillow behind your head."

"Okaaay?" Sunset said, laying down and tossing most of the covers over the side before grabbing a thin pillow and propping up her head.

With a bit of a curious glance, she let her hips relax, her legs spreading just so, but after Pinkie checked her position on the bed she nodded before walking up to where Sunset's shoulders were.

"This might be weird, but I'm hoping for sexy," Pinkie said, glancing down at Sunset's naked chest and tapping her index fingers together. "Let me know if you're not into anything as soon as you're uncomfortable, right?"

"Absolutely," Sunset said with a cocky grin.

Pinkie nodded, before placing a knee just next to Sunset's shoulder and grabbing the headboard for balance. Her other leg swung out and for a brief (exhilarating?) moment Sunset thought that Pinkie was going to sit right on her jaw. Instead, she leaned back and gently placed her butt on Sunset's tits, with just enough weight to allow her to still breathe easily.

Sunset looked up, her hands coming up to grab Pinkie's love-handles, before one of Pinkie's hands came down to rest on her own mound, recently shaved. A couple of fingers worked between the folds sitting inches from Sunset's face, and Pinkie spread her lips before flexing to 'wink' at Sunset.

"So, I thought I'd show you how to 'get your kitten purring', as Fluttershy said?" she murmured, panting a bit as she flexed her hips again.

Sunset gasped a bit, looking up at Pinkie before cracking a wide grin, her hands grabbing the ass on her chest as she propped Pinkie up a bit. "This is the second sexiest thing I've ever seen, and easily tops anything I've ever done," she said with complete sincerity. "You want me to?" she said, poking her tongue out a bit and wiggling her eyebrows a bit instead of finishing the comment.

Pinkie giggled, shaking her head and reaching back to grab Sunset's right hand. "No Sunny, I want you to watch me," she breathed out, moving the girl's hand to her own curly patch, "and copy."

"If you're sure," Sunset murmured, stretching her neck and planting a kiss just above Pinkie's slit before squeezing with her left hand, the one still lingering on Pinkie's butt.

"I want to be sure that you feel as good as possible," Pinkie said with a smile. "You can eat me out later."

"Take you up on that," Sunset grinned before her eyes were drawn down by movement, the fingers settling on Pinkie's lips and gently massaging down into the deeper tissues as the girl above her gave the first gentle muttering as her other arm kept her balanced.

Sunset took a small breath, making sure to exhale warm air down and smiling at the sigh from Pinkie, before she spread her legs a bit more and snaked her hand down, touching her own moist slit and the bump at its head. She copied the gentle swirling motions, her breath hitching as she first electric current ran up over her flesh and deeper into her core.

Pinkie was warming up quickly and moved her fingers down along her mound, rubbing the thick lips up to her clit and gently running a slick finger over it, moaning as she twitched into a small, uncontrollable rolling of her hips.

Sunset followed along, moaning at the current running through from her fingertips into her slit, moving her left hand up to grab Pinkie's thigh and knead it aggressively.

Pinkie moaned again, louder, her hips bucking forwards before she returned to her seat, her fingers slipping over her clit and dipping heavier into her slit with every movement. Sunset huffed and tried her best to copy the movements but her head was getting lighter and foggier with her every twitch and murmur.

"Buck this," she said suddenly, Pinkie jerking a little and looking down just in time to see Sunset grab both of her thighs, pulling her close enough to bury her mouth in Pinkie's almost dripping snatch.

Pinkie had enough time to let out a surprised, "Mmm, whaa?" before she felt Sunset's tongue caress her clit and she was wracked with a full-bodied shiver, letting out a small moan as her hands slipped off of the backboard and came down to rest on Sunset's head, fingers twining into hair and pulling the mouth closer into her slit.

Sunset felt Pinkie starting to tilt forward, her hips twitching, and she raised her arms to keep her from pitching forward into the wall. She heard Pinkie gasp, and after a testing squeeze heard the loudest moan yet as she ground down into Sunset.

With a small smile, Sunset wriggled around until she had a full breast in her palm, and gently clamped her thumb and forefinger around a nipple, gently rolling it before giving it a small tug.

Pinkie squeaked and dropped her entire core on Sunset, flooding the girl underneath her hips as she shivered and bucked, before falling slowly back onto Sunset.

She heard Sunset take a deep breath as she pulled away, and she had a couple of breathless, hiccuping giggles as she groped for her hand. Taking it, she took a deep breath and said, "Sorry Sunset, I was-, wasn't ready for a hip-shaker like that."

"Ah, no problem," she heard a breathless voice beneath her, a couple of hands coming up to pat Pinkie's thighs weakly. "But, uhm, would you mind?" she trailed off, gesturing to her own hips vaguely.

"Oh, no, yeah!" Pinkie said, raising her arms and pulling herself up with her abs and a little momentum.

Sunset took the chance to run her tongue out and along Pinkie's clit, giggling when the girl squeaked and jerked, before a hand lightly slapped her forehead and the weight was removed from her chest.

"Wait here a sec, you'll like this," Pinkie said, giving her hips a quirk and giggling as Sunset's eyes followed her bouncing cheeks, before she flounced purposefully out into the living room. Sunset had enough time to prop herself on her elbows, one of her hands wander up to her chest to see if it was as pleasant as Pinkie had made it seem (wasn't bad), before Pinkie was back with her little black backpack she toted around sometimes.

She paused when she saw Sunset massaging her own breast experimentally, smiling at her.

"Here, this should feel nice," she said, plopping herself and the bag down next to Sunset before leaning forward, one hand behind Sunset's head and the other braced on the bed opposite of her, before lowering her head and giving one of Sunset's attentive nipples a small, wet lick.

"Oooh," Sunset whimpered, her arms giving out and sending her back to the bed. She used her newly freed limbs to reach up, pulling Pinkie down to her chest.

Giggling, Pinkie obliged, bringing her lips around the same tip and gently massaging, before grabbing more of the areola and giving her a first, light suck as she moved a hand down Sunset's stomach and grazed the outside of her pussy.

Sunset let her pleasure be known, never one to be quiet, and ran her hands through Pinkie's curls as the girl lapped at her chest again, before pulling her top away, one hand still flickering lightly over Sunset's clit while the other reached out and unzipped the top of her backpack.

"Now, I'm going to start you on the lowest setting, since you've never used one of these before," she said, pulling out a small plastic thing with a cord running to another plastic box.

"Whatsit?" Sunset huffed, glancing at the elliptical piece as Pinkie took it in her hand.

"You'll see," she singsonged as she warmed the piece before stroking it along Sunset's slick slit, rubbing small circles around her clit before reaching out her other hand to the box.

"Ooooh-" Sunset moaned as the little piece in Pinkie's hand started to vibrate, one of her hands squeezing down on Pinkie's thigh as the other cupped her right breast. "We had vibrators," she whimpered, her hips bucking up into Pinkie's hand. "Di-did-din't know you had'em though," she breathed, settling her heels into the bed to shove her hips harder up into Pinkie's buzzing hand.

"Oh, so I can do this then?" she heard Pinkie asked, and then her world whited out for a few moments before she came back to it, her throat raw and muscles tensed beyond belief, both hands grasping Pinkie's wrist with all of her strength.

"Holy shit," Pinkie said as Sunset forced her body to relax, including the fingers death-gripping Pinkie.

"What the hell was that," Sunset croaked, licking her lips and glancing down at Pinkie and her still buzzing hand.

Without another word, Pinkie raised the box in her other hand, and Sunset saw a knob pointed at a number. Blinking, she took in the numbers one through ten, and saw the knob was currently at a six.

"Holy buck Pinkie Pie," Sunset breathed as she stretched her trembling arms above her head and laughing breathlessly, "If you ever touch me with that thing above four again, I'll... I'll lose my mind," she finished, laughing as she committed to turning into a pile of goo on the bed.

She heard Pinkie move the backpack off the bed before a soft cap of curls settled onto her shoulder. "Again, huh?"

Sunset growled and wrapped her spaghetti arm around Pinkie's shoulder, pulling her closer.

That was answer enough for both of them.