Juniper Montage was clocked out from her job working the concession stand. A job which she once hated, but now appreciated for the steady income it brought and the ability to practice her somewhat lacking people skills. Hanging her work apron on the rack, she left the counter.
On her way out, she was struck by a whim and stopped by the wishing fountain, where people tossed in coins in hopes of making their dreams come true.
It was superstitious rubbish, meant more for swindling fools out of their money for the shareholders to pick than out of any real notion that their wishes would be granted.
But still, Juniper realized, the fountain would not continue to have people toss their coins if there wasn’t some appeal to it. Some way of relaxing, of comfort in an uncomfortable, uncertainty world.
So she went up to the fountain and plopped a coin in. The coin splish-splashed as it hit the water and sunk to the bottom.
It was after she tossed the coin Juniper realized she had no idea what to wish for. A starring role? An internship under a big-name director? Her own movie?
“Hmm.”
A shiver went through Juniper. It began at her crotch, then spread throughout her legs. Recently, she’d been having little … attacks like this. They were few and far between, at first, but lately they’d been steadily getting worse. More frequent. More warm. And they always began in her crotch.
Juniper groaned. She knew what to wish for, it seemed.
“I wish I had a boyfriend, or at least something to help me with this burning in my crotch!”
Juniper covered her mouth. Did she really say that last part out loud? There could be children present! Oh, the indecency! She could get fired if some toddler waddling through the mall heard such intimate, adult nonsense!
Despite Juniper’s embarrassment, no one seemed to be around, so she relaxed a little.
“Hey, what’s this?”
Noticing a gleam in the fountain that was not there prior, Juniper reached in and grabbed the corner of it.
“It feels … oddly familiar.”
Juniper wrenched the mysterious free of the water, splashing her arm as she did.
She gasped. In her hand was an ornate, pale-blue, hand held mirror.
Just like she had used on a previous adventure where she ended up absorbing seven people inside the mirror and then turning into an 8-foot tall delusional monster.
“But I thought this broke?” Juniper asked. She held up it to the light.
No, it wasn’t the same mirror. That one had pink gems in its handle. This one had purple gems instead.
“I wish I was some kind of monster!” Juniper said as a means of testing it. At least this way, she could cut out the middleman - if she was going to turn into a monster and have to be stopped by Sunset or Starlight, she wanted to just get it over with. And if didn’t have the same power it did before, her not becoming a monster would be an excellent way of confirming that.
After holding the mirror for several minutes, Juniper felt the same. Checking her hands, she looked the same, too.
“Well, at least that won’t happen... not right away. Hmm.”
Juniper held the mirror, looking at her reflection.
“Too bad it can’t show me what Sunset Shimmer’s doing,” Juniper mused. “Then I could see if she’s busy or not, and she could help me figure out where this came from. This wishing fountain can’t be that magic, can it?”
Juniper was so focused on inspecting the fountain she didn’t initially notice the mirror’s reflection to change to show Sunset Shimmer in her bedroom, wearing her pajamas and reading a book under her lamp.
“Wha-huh?” Juniper blinked, seeing Sunset in the mirror.
“Her hair looks so beautiful when she’s not dressed up…” Juniper mused. “How does she do it? I wish my hair could be like that.”
Self-conscious, Juniper ran a hand through her hair.
Sunset Shimmer, in the mirror, looked up, confused as she put the book down. She rested a chin on her knuckles in quiet thought, then a ran a hand through her hair - the same as Juniper was doing.
Juniper gasped.
The strange impulse passed, Sunset went right back to reading her book as if nothing happened. But Juniper was having a more interesting reaction, a much more interesting night than reading some dusty old book.
“Hmm.” Juniper mused. “Close the book, Sunset Shimmer.”
Sunset’s head popped up, again with a confused frown on her face.
Juniper grew frustrated, even though she told herself she wasn’t going to go on a power trip like she did with the last magic mirror she found. But the ball was rolling along now, and that was exactly what she was going to do.
“Hmm,” Juniper said. “Mirror, show me Sunset’s mind.”
The mirror did as told, changing to show a cavalcade of images - Sunset’s memories. As well as sparks traveling along blue wires. Her neurons, if Jupiter had to guess.
Realizing the limits of this, Juniper added something.
“Show me Sunset Shimmer and her mind.”
A little pop-up in the corner of the mirror appeared, showing Sunset on her bed.
“Close the book, Sunset,” Juniper whispered.
Sunset’s eyes turn to pinpricks at the strange thought she felt compelled to obey, and she, without thinking, closed the book.
“Lift up your shirt,” Juniper suggested. “You’re … too hot. It’s too hot in the room. Lift up your shirt.”
Sunset did as Juniper suggested, lifting her pajama shirt up over her head and dropping it next to her on the mattress, leaving her top half exposed in a teal-green sports bra.
Juniper giggled, bouncing on her feet as she realized the extent of what she could do.
The lights in the mall turned off, snapping Juniper back to attention.
“Okay, okay,” Juniper shook the mirror around, and the image of Sunset and her mind disappeared. “That’s enough for now, I guess. But tomorrow…”
Juniper turned and walked to the mall exit.
“Tomorrow, we are definitely going to have some fun.”
Her coworkers noticed Juniper was unusually cheerful and more pleasant to be around the next day at work.
“Here’s your popcorn,” Juniper said with a smile as she handed a huge tub over to a family here to see the latest family flick. She waved them goodbye.
Her coworkers were unnerved. One of them approached Juniper.
“Juniper, you’re … pretty happy today,” she said.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Juniper asked.
“Well, you know, it’s just … you’re usually pretty bitter and resentful and bitter and-”
“Exactly,” the other coworker said, placing a hand on his female counterpart’s chest and pushing her away. “So why don’t we refrain from looking a gift horse in the mouth, and let Juniper enjoy her work day?”
The clock chimed.
“That’s my lunch break,” Juniper said. “Keep the counter spic and span for me, okay?” She ran off into the restroom.
“That kid is weird,” the woman attendant said.
“Yeah, but this is an improvement, so I’ll take it.”
Juniper, hastily grabbing her pack lunch, ran into the ladies’ room and shut herself up in a stall. She sat down on the tile, holding the mirror up. The menacing grin reflected back at her gave her a moment’s pause, but only a moment, as she quickly pushed aside the thought she was taking this too far.
She knew for a fact she was.
She also knew that once it reached a certain point, she wasn’t going to be able to avoid arousing the suspicions of Sunset and her friends, at which point they would investigate and she would come clean about it. But not until after she had her fun.
“Show me Sunset Shimmer,” Juniper said.
The mirror’s surface grew foggy, then cleared to show Sunset eating at the school cafeteria with her friends, a notepad by her side.
Juniper giggled.
Sunset asked Pinkie Pie something Juniper couldn’t make out over the buzz of activity, then scribbled a note of Pinkie’s answer.
“Okay, Sunset,” Juniper said. “Put the pencil down.”
Sunset’s fingers relaxed, and the pencil dropped. It rolled off the table, and Rainbow Dash caught it before it the the floor, offering it back to Sunset.
“Turn the pencil down,” Juniper whispered.
Sunset waved Dash off.
Dash and Sunset were confused, but Sunset took the pencil after, Juniper’s command fading from her mind.
“Okay, fine, but put it away,” Juniper said.
Sunset pocketed the pencil in her blazer.
“Now what to do with you?” Juniper wondered. “Feel pleasurable, Sunset. Feel warm.”
Sunset fanned herself, her cheeks burning up. "Is it hot in here to anyone else?"
“Now get wet,” Juniper said.
Sunset’s hand shot out for her glass of orange juice.
“No, not like that!” Juniper hastily added. “Put the glass down! I mean get turned on!”
Sunset let go of her glass and let out a breathy moan, making bedroom eyes at the air. The other girls looked at each other in hopes of explanation, but nothing came.
Sunset groaned, blushing, feeling arousal seep through her limbs. She began to ache, her vagina generating a light amount of fluid.
“Yes …” Juniper growled, reaching a hand under her panties. “Get wet, Sunset. Be turned on.”
Sunset moaned again, clutching at the table. It was unbearable. Despite the pleasant sexual feeling, Sunset was miserable. Her vagina was twitching. Secretions were beginning to leak out. And she couldn’t do anything about it without causing a scene. It felt like the longer she held it in, the hotter and stronger the arousal got. She was going to have do something soon if something didn't change.
“Gah!” Sunset groaned, scooting her feet in and clutching the table.
“Oh, are you feeling bad, Sunset?” Juniper asked mockingly. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. Cum. Cum, Sunset Shimmer, cum!”
Sunset slapped her hands over her mouth. She got up from the table and ran out of the cafeteria before Rainbow Dash could ask her what was wrong for a third time.
Juniper watched with glee as Sunset ran into the school restroom, locking herself in a stall. She dropped her skirt and stood over the toilet, her hands on the tank, and screamed as cum shot out of her nethers.
“Oh … ooh …” Sunset groaned, fluttering her eyes as her pussy spat out its remaining droplets, making the toilet water ripple.
Sunset turned around and sank to the floor, the toilet at her back. Her skirt was around her ankles, and her vagina was still dripping.
“What… the hell … was that!?” Sunset shouted to no one in particular, resting a hand over her head. "Where did that even come from?"
Sunset groaned, grabbing the edge of the toilet seat and climbing to her feet. She flailed her arms, almost losing balance. But she held steady and wiped her vaj with a square of toilet paper. She pulled up her skirt and dragged herself out of the stall, going to wash her hands.
Though she giggled at first at Sunset's misfortune, Juniper scrunched up her face in concern as she watched Sunset lay on the tile, panting and breathing heavily.
“I guess I was maybe a little hard on her …” Juniper said. Then she smirked. “Let’s do someone else. Show me … Twilight Sparkle.”
The mirror’s image swirled, and it showed her Twilight Sparkle, studying at a desk in the library with a picture of her friends near her.
“Ah, typical Twilight,” Juniper said. “Always thinking of her friends.”
Juniper twirled around in her stall, feeling like a queen with all this power.
“Let’s be more gentle this time,” Juniper said. “Twilight Sparkle …” Juniper pulled the mirror up to her lips and whispered. “What gets you horny?”
Twilight Sparkle leaned back in her chair, tapping her chin.
“What gets me horny?” Twilight wondered. She shook her head. “Where did that thought come from?”
“Don’t worry about where it came from,” Juniper said casually, “just answer the question.”
“I suppose I like long hair.” Twilight answered. She blushed, not understanding why she was voluntarily giving out this information.
“What am I doing?” Twilight asked. “I should be studying.”
“Long hair, huh?” Juniper said. “Okay, Twilight. Think about long hair. Think about your friends Fluttershy and Rarity, with their long hair … covering their breasts … covering their cunts, their hair being only the thing covering their naked bodies. Completely buck naked, except for their hair.”
“Ooh …” Twilight moaned, her hands turning into fists. “Where are these thoughts coming from?”
“I said not to worry about it,” Juniper snapped, the mirror casting a light on her face. “Just focus on how much it turns you on. How turned you are on. How you’re filled with lust and need. How wet you’re getting.”
“Uh.” Twilight rested her head on the back of her chair. Her eyelids fluttered as arousal spiked in her panties, making her whole body feel warm and ache-y as it yearned for intimate contact.
“That’s it,” Juniper coaxed. “Give in. Breath deeply. Let it take over you. Let it consume your thoughts until you want it so bad you can’t stand it.”
Twilight shook in her seat, drooling. “Oh my…” She couldn't get the idea of her friends out of her head, all of them frolicking around in the bushes like fairies, with nothing but their locks to cover up their more private areas. It was a sight to imagine.
Twilight tentatively reached a finger over to her skirt, but the school librarian passed by, wheeling her cart along. She stopped as she noticed Twilight’s unusual posture.
“Heh heh.” Twilight gave a friendly wave, trying to laugh her embarrassment off.
The librarian shrugged and moved on.
“That was close.” Twilight grabbed the edge of the desk to steady herself. “I hope nobody else comes through before I can figure out what’s going on.”
Twilight’s hopes were dashed as Flash Sentry and two friends came through the library, chatting to each other about an upcoming assignment.
“Oh, hey, Twilight,” Flash said, waving at her.
“Hi, Flash,” Twilight said.
In her stall of power, Juniper began interrogating Twilight. “Do you like Flash, Twilight?” Juniper asked. “Or is there someone else on your mind? Whatever. Well, whoever it is, I want you to start thinking about them. Think about them naked. About them putting their lips onto your wet nub. Doesn't that sound nice?”
“Yipe!” Twilight, stricken by a fresh wave of arrival, slammed her hands down on the desk.
“Twilight?” Flash asked. His friends stared. “Are you okay?”
“Just peachy!” Twilight answered.
“Peachy,” Juniper said through the mirror, her voice in Twilight's head, but distorted beyond recognition, like Twilight was hearing through water. “Peachy like that twitchy vag of yours? That you can’t help it, you just … need to do something about?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Flash asked. “You’re shaking.”
“Hunky-dory!” Twilight slammed her book shut, using the photograph as a bookmark.
She carried the book in both arms. Flash was right. She was shaking badly, and if she didn’t use both arms, she would drop the book on her feet.
“Um …” Flash said. His friends look mystified and entranced.
“I’m a-okay!” Twilight assured them, even though her legs were rattling like a music player in a festival.
Flash and friends continued to stare at her, baffled.
“W-what?” Twilight asked, crossing her legs.
“Your skirt …” Flash pointed at her. He was uncomfortable about something, and this was awkward for him to say it. “It’s got … a spot on it.”
“What?” Twilight asked, looking down to see a dark splotch in the center of her skirt. “Oh no!”
“Do you … do you need some help with that?” Flash asked. “I could get you some paper towels and lend you my gym shorts.”
“Oh yeah,” one of Flash’s friends clapped Flash on the shoulder. “I bet you’d just to love to help her down there.” The of them laughed.
Flash turned and gave an angry glare at him. “Dude, not cool. Twilight could be having a serious medical issue right now!” His friends quit laughing.
Twilight’s blushed stood up sharply against her pale cheeks.
“Uh, thank you for the offer, Flash, but I think I’d really ought to just head home now. I’ll call Celestia and let her know I had … an accident.”
Alternating between moaning and grunting, Twilight hobbled out of the library, walking awkwardly as she tried to cope with the sensations in her crotch.
“Oh, this is too good,” Juniper said. “Why, I think I’ll make some stains myself …”
Juniper pulled down her pants and reached inside her panties, brushing two fingers along her nub. Twilight … minding her own business before being set by an alien arousal Juniper had implanted in her. Helpless to fight it. Unable to stop herself from reaming her skirt, right as Flash and the boys were walking in. Oh, it was so embarrassing!
And that really turned Juniper on.
With that fever going in, Juniper came to close to climaxing easily. She put her finger inside her labia and wiggled it back and forth, giggling to herself as she gave in to the pleasure. She could hardly imagine what it was like to be so embarrassed, so helpless. Needing to pleasure oneself in public, but unable to because of the rules of polite society. Oh! It was so ... so terrible! ... for Twilight.
Juniper tilted her head back, leaning against the still as her vagina shot squirts of cum into the air. "Ah..." She couldn't wait to find another victim.
She raised up the mirror, contemplating what other fun she could have with, but her attention was caught by the events on the mirror before anything came to mind.
As she was running down the hall, Twilight Sparkle passed Sunset Shimmer as she was coming out of the bathroom. Sunset’s hair was ragged and all over the place.
“Hi, Sunset,” Twilight said quickly.
Sunset brushed a bang out of her eyes. She looked at Twilight, and a look of surprise, followed by realization, went on her face.
“So, Twilight …” Sunset said, brushing her hand through the back of her hair in a flirtatious manner. “You doing anything this weekend?”
“Not particularly,” Twilight answered, crossing her legs and hoping Sunset wouldn’t notice her little accident.
“Why don’t we go see a movie together sometime?” Sunset asked.
“Sure. Dash wants to go see the new Daring Do movie.”
Sunset shook her head. “No, no. No Dash. No Fluttershy. Just you and me, alone together. What do you say?”
Twilight did a squat, which Sunset didn't comment on. “Gee, that sounds nice, Sunset, and I’d be happy to, but could you get out of the way? I need to get home like, right now.”
“Sure thing,” Sunset said, making approving finger guns at Twilight as she moved to the side. She watched Twilight sprint down the hall, taking a particularly interest in Twilight’s ass cheeks.
Sunset stroked her chin, contemplating how well that turned out.
“What’s that smell?” Sunset asked.
She sniffed the air, noticing a particularly delicate scent that reminded her of her own cum.
“Twilight?” Sunset called down the hall, Twilight still visible. “Did you have some kind of accident?”
“No!” Twilight shouted from down the hall through grit teeth.
“Huh.” Figuring she must have missed a spot, Sunset went back into the ladies’ room, having no idea that Twilight was going through the same thing she had gone through.
Juniper watched this all unfold with a discerning filmmaker's eye.
“Tres’ intéressant,” Juniper mused. “Sunset seems a bit thirsty for Twilight.” Juniper smirked as she considered what she could do with this information.
It was time to pull a few strings.
"I mean," Juniper said to herself, "matchmaker isn't that much of a step down from film star, is it?"
Sunset Shimmer was on her way home when Juniper approached her on the sidewalk.
“Juniper,” Sunset said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Fancy seeing YOU here, Sunset!” Juniper said.
Sunset stared blankly. “I live here."
Juniper chuckled. “Right, right. Anyway, I wanted to give a big old thanks to Starlight Glimmer for helping me out with that whole, you know, turning into a giant monster thing. But I can’t seem to find her anywhere, soo … you’ll have to do!”
A universe away, Starlight Glimmer was struck by an odd, inverted sensation from not receiving praise and gratitude that she rightfully deserved, rather than the other way around of receiving gratitude that wasn’t due to her, as she’d long become accustomed to.
Juniper held up two tickets. “I asked for a few favors, and I got you two tickets to a private screening at the mall! Any movie of your choice, plus one guest, all to yourself. So bring a friend! Or maybe a date? I just so happen to know that there’s great steamy romance flick coming out this weekend.”
Sunset took the tickets. She held them up, smiling as she realized she could use this invitation with Twilight Sparkle.
“Thanks, Juniper.”
“No problem,” Juniper said, walking away. “Oh, and by the way, if you do end up bringing a date, I’d recommend growing your hair out and letting it hang loose and free.”
“Why do you recommend that?” Sunset asked.
“I was on a dating site recently,” Juniper said. “Almost all of the boys in the area said they preferred girls with long hair.”
Juniper walked on.
Sunset continued to exam the tickets, placing one each into separate hands. The smirk on her face grew. She had the perfect chance to get her and Twilight alone … in the dark … with nothing but a film for company. It was going to be great.
The weekend arrived, Sunset and Twilight went to the mall complex together. Sunset had insisted on holding Twilight’s hand, which Twilight didn’t read too much into.
“What’s this movie we’re going to see again, Sunset?”
“I’m not sure,” Sunset answered. She inspected her ticket. “Juniper said we could have our choice of screening, but she did recommend this new one … the … Honey Pot Romance?”
Sunset raised an eyebrow at the rather eyebrow-raising film title.
They got to the desk where Juniper was working.
“Hey!” Juniper said. “Good to see you two here. What will be?”
“A drink and some popcorn,” Sunset said. “Twilight, you want anything?”
‘Just a drink.”
“Here you go,” Juniper said. “And what movie will you be seeing today?”
“We’re still deciding,” Sunset said. “Though The Honey Pot Romance sounds … interesting.”
“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen it,” Juniper said. “That one’s great. I highly recommend it.”
“Well, Twilight, what do you think?” Sunset asked.
“Sure,” Twilight said with a voice of detachment. She didn’t really care what movie they saw.
“Have fun, ladies!” Juniper waved them off as they left. “I know I will …”
The two girls on their not-quite-a-date made their way into the movie theater. It was an unusual sensation, to be completely alone in a large, dark room.
And to have their fill of chairs to pick from.
They made way up to the front row and sat in the center of the row next to each other.
The projector turned on, illuminating the screen. Sunset and Twilight sat through a few commercials, including another YA novel adapted into a ‘trilogy’ with four movies in it, but nothing of interest.
The title came. “THE HONEY POT ROMANCE” In all capital letters, white on a black background. A curtain pulled back to reveal a woman lying on a recliner, wearing nothing but a lacy, see through shirt and mary jane shoes.
Sunset and Twilight’s eyes widened.
This was apparently one of those kinds of movies.
The woman in the recliner complained about how her life was going, and expressed a desire for a big, strong man to come by to help her with her problems of a plumbing variety.
A knock came on the door, and the woman went to answer it, her prayers answered in the form of a stout but toned man wearing a cap and overalls.
The man said he got a call about plumbing, she said she made no such call, but since he was here, if she wouldn’t mind helping her out … she proceeded to stretch her leg out, and the camera focused on it.
“I didn’t think … we’d be watching this kind of movie,” Twilight said.
“Me neither.” Sunset smacked herself. “Oh, of course! The Honey Pot Romance! How could I be so stupid?”
“What?”
“Twilight …” Sunset said, surprised Twilight didn’t know this. “‘Honey pot’ is slang for vagina.”
“Oh my.” Twilight blushed furiously.
“Do you … want to leave?” Twilight asked. “Maybe Juniper can get them to put something else on.”
Juniper seized the chance to work her magic.
Tapping the glass of the mirror like she was checking a mic, Juniper whispered into it. “Sunset, say that no, you don’t want to leave, and you’d like to watch the movie together.”
“No,” Sunset said. “I don’t want to leave. I’d like to watch the movie with you.” The funny thing about it was that, even though Juniper put the thought in Sunset’s head, it was true to Sunset’s wants and desires.
“I just want to spend some with you, Twilight,” Sunset said. “Just us.”
Twilight smiled and blushed. “Well … alright.”
They continued to watch the movie. The woman brought the plumber into her bathroom to look at her sink which had been acting up, or so she claimed.
“You know, for a porno, this aren’t bad actors,” Sunset said. “I can really feel the sexual tension between them.”
“You … can?” Twilight asked, not able to see the same thing Sunset was seeing.
“Well, sure!” Sunset said. She gestured to the screen. “I mean, just look at them! Look at their eyes! The expressions on their face! They clearly want to pork each other, and they know it, but neither of them will say it.”
“You got all of that just from their face?” Twilight asked.
“Sunset,” Juniper opined, “methinks you may be projecting your desires onto the film characters.”
While the plumber hunched over the sink, the lady brushed her hands over his shoulders, asking if there was anything she could do to help him. He replied by not distracting while he was working.
He quickly reached the conclusion there was nothing wrong with the sink, though now he had a bulge in his pants that made him comfortable.
The lady offered to help relieve him, unzipping his pants and letting his member stick out.
Twilight stared blankly.
Sunset, however, was more interested, leaning forward in her seat.
“Are you … are you getting turned on by this, Sunset?” Juniper asked. “Oh, duh, of course, you used to date Flash, didn’t you? Well in that case, no use letting a good opportunity go to waste … get turned on, Sunset. Get real turned on.”
Sunset bit her lip, crossing her legs when she felt her own honey pot flush. There was an ache inside her.
“Sunset?” Twilight asked.
“I’m fine, Twilight,” Sunset insisted. She took a deep breath and uncrossed her legs.
“Sunset, try putting your arm around Twilight," Juniper suggested.
Sunset reached over and put an arm around Twilight’s shoulders. Twilight didn’t seem to notice at first.
“Now, reach under and massage her boob,” Juniper commanded.
Sunset obeyed just a little bit eagerly. She slid her hand down Twilight’s back and curled it around the underside of her Twilight’s breast, giving it a light massage with her fingers.
“Mm?” Twilight turned her head around in confusion. Sunset quickly retracted her arm before Twilight saw it.
“Ugh, really?” Juniper groaned. “I just want to see you two fuck. Is that too much to ask?”
“I just want to-” Realizing what she was going to say, Sunset covered her mouth.
Juniper felt uncomfortable at giving Sunset an idea without meaning to. It was one thing to influence Sunset’s thoughts on purpose, but if she was going to be able to do it without meaning to … that could cause all kinds of problems that Juniper didn’t want to have to deal with.
“Just want to what, Sunset?” Twilight asked.
Sunset resisted the urge to say something sappy or come on to Twilight by answering “you” or “be with you” or something like that.
“Sorry, I was thinking about something else,” Sunset said.
“Bullshit,” Juniper said. “You want to boink her, and you know you want to boink her.”
Twilight gripped at her arm uncomfortably.
The plumber in the movie accepted the woman’s offer, letting her massage his cock with her fingers. He helped her in dress and played with her dripping vagina, sticking his fingers inside.
“Oh my,” Twilight blushed, bringing a hand to her face.
“Oh, did we find the thing to turn you on, Twilight?” Juniper asked. It certainly didn’t help Twilight that the woman in the film
had long hair.
“Good. Think on that, Twilight,” Juniper commanded. “Focus on it. Ooh … her vagina is so wet, isn’t it? Wouldn’t it be great to feel like that? To have someone rub your honey pot with their fingers until it dripped like the lady in the film?”
Juniper brought the mirror close and whispered. “Wouldn’t it be great to have Sunset play around in your void?”
“Ooh,” Twilight spasmed in her seat, a bit of liquid slipping from her crotch. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, even though her vagina was twitching and she desperately wanted something inside of it. She ached. She wanted something inside of her.
And Sunset’s fingers looked so soft and delicate in the dark …
“Twilight?” Sunset asked. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah. Fine.”
“Oh, come on!” Juniper complained, raising her hand to the sky in frustration. “All I want is to manipulate your thoughts until you two go down on each other! Is that too much to ask? I don’t care, someone make a move and just freaking do it already!”
Both Sunset and Twilight were contemplating the idea of stroking themselves to get some relief, but neither of them wanted to do it in the front of the other.
Sunset, proving the bolder of the two, reached a hand to her crotch and gave herself a very light stroke, just a little touch, and that helped with her arousal somewhat.
Twilight had a different tact.
While the plumber inserted more fingers and parted the folds of the vagina, Twilight picked a cup and noisily took a sip from it.
Sunset glanced at Twilight, the noise distracting her from the movie. She went back to the movie, then did a double take.
“Twilight, that’s my drink.”
Twilight was quiet for minute. She took the straw out of her mouth and breathed a slow, sensual puff of air onto the straw, glistening with her saliva. The light from the screen lit up the side of her face, the events of the movie playing out reflected on the farthest edge of her glasses.
Sunset then received a reminder of the power of just two words to change the entire direction of a conversation.
“I know.”
“If you know, then why’d you-”
Twilight, shyly, bashfully, brushing her away from her face, offered the drink to Sunset, pointing the straw at Sunset’s mouth.
Sunset got the implication loud and clear. She took the drink and gave a sip of the straw, letting Twilight’s spit swirl around in her mouth.
So … this is what she tastes like, Sunset thought. Or at least that’s what I would say if all I could taste was the sugar in this soda. What do they even put in here these days?
Despite complaints about the soda industry, Sunset romantically continued to suck on the straw, slowly bringing the liquid inside up.
Twilight twiddled her fingers shyly.
“Earlier … when you touched my breast … I kinda liked it,” Twilight admitted.
Sunset, floored, stopped sucking on the straw.
“Ha ha, yes!” Juniper cheered. “Now we’re getting somewhere!”
Sunset put the drink in the cup holder.
“Do you …” Sunset said. “Do you want me to do it again?”
Twilight nodded.
“I do.”
“Oh, Twilight!”
“Sunset …”
Sunset reached over, wrapping an arm around Twilight and pulling her into a hug.
Sunset took her other hand and grabbed Twilight’s tit, squeezing and massaging the soft skin.
Twilight gasped softly and panted.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Sunset whispered, “for a little while now.”
“I’m flattered,” Twilight said.
“Lately it seems to have gotten worse,” Sunset said. “I keep having … these attacks of arousal.”
“Really? So do I.”
“Maybe we can … help each other," Sunset suggested.
“You mean like the plumber is helping the woman in the movie?”
“Yes, Twilight. I mean exactly like that.”
Twilight pushed Sunset away, looking straight into Sunset’s eyes.
“Let’s do it,” Twilight said. “Let’s - what was it you said - let’s boink.”
“Let’s,” Sunset said, starting by licking Twilight’s cheek.
“I’ve been so horny lately …” Sunset said as Twilight removed Sunset’s blazer.
“Yeah, me too. Hopefully after we’re done it’ll go away.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t count on that,” Juniper mused, wondering what else she could get these two lovebirds to do after this incident was over.
Sunset kissed Twilight’s cheek while she lifted up Twilight’s shirt, tossing it over to the next chair.
Twilight wrestled Sunset’s skirt down to around her ankles.
They were both so hot. They wanted, needed to have something inside of them. Their neck hairs were standing on end.
They reached the point where they both only in bra and underwear. And the underwear soon went as well. They stripped the other’s underwear off as if they had been waiting all day to be free of it.
“That’s it, girls,” Juniper said, stroking her nethers. “You’re so, so horny, and the only that’s going to help is being inside each other.” “That’s it. Lick her sex, Sunset! Lick it good!” Juniper moaned and panted as she stroked herself, loving every minute of watching her puppets dance on their sexy, horny strings.
“Oh, Sunset,” Twilight said, “suck me! Suck me down there!”
“What do you think I’m trying to do, silly?” Sunset asked. She rubbed Twilight’s vagina and pulled her folds apart, continuing to slide her fingers back and forth while she stuck her tongue inside.
Twilight gasped and shook in her seat.
Not wanting to be the sole recipient without giving anything back to her friend and current lover, Twilight reached up, grabbing Sunset by the ass and sticking her tongue into Sunset’s cave.
“Mm … mm ….” Sunset spasmed, her tongue lazily rolling around inside Twilight. Her hips bucked, and she clenched her thighs around Twilight, squeezing Twilight’s to make sure Twilight got in there nice and deep.
“Ooh …” Twilight took her tongue out and puffed a breath of hot air onto Sunset’s vagina, kissed it lightly before shoving her tongue in again and thrashing her tongue about.
“Sunset …” Twilight said. “I’m close now.”
“Yeah,” Sunset said, “so am I.” Her drool was falling and making spots around Twilight’s lap.
“Sunset, when I … will you, um … swallow my cum? I’ve always wondered what that would be like …”
“Oh, Twilight … do you really have to ask?”
“Yes, that’s it!” Juniper cheered as Sunset and Twilight ate each other out. “Lick it, kiss it, suck it, squeeze each other until you cum like sluts inside each other! Yes, that’s it, you’re so horny … so horny ...” Juniper sighed, stroking herself furiously. She was beginning to talk more about herself than them.
“So horny you could just - just CUM!” Juniper screamed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her honey put spat and spewed cum all over her panties. She leaned back against the wall, not caring about the spreading stain in her work clothes. Screw ‘em. She’d just buy new ones. All she cared about was letting her cum free of her accursed vagina, of giving herself the sense of relief she know she so righteously deserved.
Twilight and Sunset followed her example, their vaginas squirting cum all over the other’s face. Sunset arched her back, their silhouettes matching perfectly with the lovers on the screen.
“Mm!” Sunset was in love with the sensation, the thrill of it, the taboo of having her best friend’s cum spray out of her vagina and splatter all over her face. That she was cumming into Twilight’s mouth was just icing on the cake.
Twilight groaned as Sunset’s honey smothered her tongue, the gooey sap sliding around the inside of her cheeks. She gulped it down enthusiastically, a lump traveling down her throat.
“Ooh …” Twilight smiled, little droplets of cum accentuating her smile. She opened her mouth, letting Sunset’s remaining cum drip from her vagina and fall inside. Twilight gulped it as eagerly as she did the first load.
“That …” Twilight panted as cum slid down her thighs. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah …” Sunset said. “It really was.”
“How was it?” Twilight asked with worry.
“Twilight, I just told you it was amazing.”
“No, no, I meant … how was my cum? How’d it taste?”
Sunset smacked her lips.
“I’m not gonna lie to you, Twilight. I can’t get the taste of that awful soda out of my mouth.”
Twilight giggled. “Maybe next time, then.”
Sunset looked down at Twilight with a shocked smile.
“So, there will be a next time?”
“Of course,” Twilight answered. “This was fantastic, Sunset, and I … I think I’m starting to like you in that way. I wouldn’t want this to be just some kind of one night stand.”
“I don’t want that, either.”
“I’d kiss you goodbye on the mouth, but I kinda don’t want any more cum on my face than I already have,” Twilight said.
Sunset laughed.
“Come on,” she tapped the side of Twilight’s leg. “Let’s get cleaned up and put our clothes back before someone sees us.” Sunset said, unaware someone had seen them.
The movie rolled its credits.
“You know,” Juniper mused, climbing to her feet. “I bet I could make some kind of movie out of this …”
Seeing Sunset and Twilight walk out of the theater in the mirror, Juniper quickly hid the mirror behind her back as the two passed her work space.
“Hey, girls!” Juniper said. “Did you enjoy the movie?”
“The movie?” Sunset asked. “No, no, the movie wasn’t that great.” She and Twilight traded knowing looks.
“Aww, that’s too bad,” Juniper said. “Maybe I could get my dad to recommend something for you next time?”
“Maybe,” Sunset said. “Why don’t you go on ahead, Twilight? I’m gonna get something to get the taste of that soda out of my mouth.”
“Oh, right!” Twilight said, blushing. “The soda … and I totally did not think you were about to say something else completely different related to what we may or may not have been doing inside the theater!”
“Go on,” Sunset said, placing a hand on Twilight’s shoulder, with an unspoken, but understood addendum of “before you say too much.”
“Now,” Sunset walked up to the counter. “What do I want?”
“I think you already have what you want,” Juniper dryly remarked.
Sunset stared at her.
“Sorry, it just slipped out,” Juniper said. “What can I get you?”
“How about …” Sunset paused, sniffing. “What is that smell? Is that … is that cum?”
Juniper looked down at her stained clothes, the sole saving grace keeping from dying of embarrassment being that the counter was high enough to block her legs from Sunset’s view.
“No?” Juniper said, shrugging. In the moment, she forgot she was still holding the mirror.
“What is that?” Sunset asked, pointing at the mirror.
“Oh, this? It’s nothing,” Juniper said, putting the mirror behind her back.
“Juniper …” Sunset said with a scolding mother’s disapproval. “This isn’t some kind of replica mirror, and you’re not about turn into a monster again, are you?”
“No!” Juniper said.
Sunset glared.
“Okay, okay, you got me,” Juniper said. “It’s not a replica mirror, per se. I made a wish in the wishing fountain and it just came out, and it lets me affect people’s thoughts, and I was horny, so I started screwing with a few girls, and then the next thing I know, I was trying to help you and Twilight get together because I could tell you had the hots for her, and then I watched you in the theater and it was so cute to see you two pork!”
Sunset’s eyes were wide.
Juniper sighed. “I … said too much, didn’t I?”
“So let me this straight,” Sunset said, “you have, a magic mirror, which is similar to, but not identical, to a previous magic mirror you once used and gave us all a lot of grief over the whole thing, and you used to screw with my friends’ heads … and to make us want to screw? And then you watched us do it?”
“Not all your friends!” Juniper insisted, as if this made it any better. “Just you and Twilight.”
“Wow,” Sunset said.
Juniper’s sphincter clenched.
“I am … a lot more turned on by the idea of someone watching me have sex than I thought would be,” Sunset said.
“So … you’ll let me keep it?” Juniper asked, like a someone getting into the cookie jar and expecting to make up for it by doing chores.
“Oh no no no no,” Sunset said. She forcefully took the mirror from Juniper’s hand, and Juniper resisted at first, but Sunset proved stronger. “I know better than anyone what happens when people around here keep magical artifacts for too long. Sooner or later, somebody is going to get turned into a monster. So, I better take this.”
Juniper sighed and nodded. “I understand.”
“But …” Sunset said. “If you’d be willing to, ah, encourage me and Twilight again sometime in the future, I might let you … borrow it from every now and then.”
“Say no more,” Juniper said. “I understand.” She mimed zipping her lips shut.
“See you soon, Juniper Montage.”
“See you later, Sunset Shimmer.” She paused. “Does this mean I’ll get an invite to the wedding?”
“If there is one!” Sunset shouted back.
Sunset examined the mirror, wondering where it came from. Juniper had said the fountain, but how?
A part of her was tempted to abuse for her own ends - perhaps encouraging Twilight to come back for seconds - but Sunset pushed those thoughts away. That was the old her.
No, she was going to go home, find a safe place to lock the mirror away … and then accidentally leave the key out when she invited Juniper and Twilight over for a sleepover some time.
Author's Note
Update: this story was temporarily unpublished for some revisions, which have now been applied. Mostly some more line breaks so scene transitions are clearer and fixing some typos.
Something that occurred to me just before writing this was that we know Sunset broke up with Flash.
To my knowledge, we never learn why they broke up.
And Sunset is clearly lusting after Twilight in Rainbow Rocks.
So you know what that means?
It means Sunset Shimmer could be bisexual. WE COULD ALL HAVE BEEN USING THIS HEADCANON THE WHOLE TIME.
This was a commission! I'd been hoping to use this story to advertise said commissions, but then it just so happened to coincide with me realizing my prices were severely under-valuing my writing talent.
The commission was 3000 words involving a mirror and mental maniplation. The fact that is more than twice that was something of an agitation to the aforementioned realization.
Sunset Shimmer = Fabulous.
Adagio Dazzle = Sexy.
Starlight Glimmer = Lame.
(Juniper Montage is alright.)