Author's Note

Imagine this classic scene only replace the gun with apple cider, and that's what y'all are in for today. F'naaaa.

If the end of this chapter "weirds you out," or at least one particular detail of it...

...then let it be a hint of things to come in this fic. This story's gonna be kaizoooo when shiet gets horny. Kaizo, fetishy, and just plain "whaaaaaaat." No shame in hopping out now. Granted, if you've hung out for this long, then you're exactly the kind of audience that I'm looking for. And I'm happy to have you.

Until the next installment of "Appledashery: Femboi Edition." I'm going to WDW tomorrow.
-SS&E

Ten Thousand Blue Balls In the Fire Is Enough, You're Going Horny

Sunset Shimmer blinked.

And then she smiled. A soft liquid grin. With loving eyes.

Quietly, she placed the bottle of cider down, reached across the kitchen table, and gently enfolded Flash's wrist between her massive amazonian hands.

Flash Sentry looked at where their flesh made contact. The resulting warmth spread up into his face, forcing a blush across his effeminate features as he gazed up with starry blue eyes in time to catch Sunset's lips moving:

“I chose you as a boifriend back at Canterlot High because I thought you could give me an edge in gaining popularity among the students.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, bold and mischievous. “If I wanted to, I could have ditched your scrawny butt in a second. But I didn't.”

Her hands squeezed his, the fingers stroking the top of his forearm lovingly.

“I kept you because you were soft... cuddable... endearing... trustworthy. But—more than that...”

The valkyrie's eyes sparkled with sincerity and mirth.

“...you were earnest. Wholesome-hearted. Honest. Peaceful—to a fault. You always strove to find the good in things—and point them out to me—even if I was too much of a raging she-demon to respect it. But I took it all to heart anyways. And I remembered it.”

Flash bit his lip, eyes misty.

But Sunset wasn't done yet. “And your porcelain smooth skin... so kissably soft... and your ocean blue hair... like flowing silk.” A warm breath escaped her, fluttering at his lashes across the table. “In a time when I was still getting used to the strange alien bodies of Homo sapiens—myself included—I needed something gorgeous to anchor my turbulent feelings. You were that anchor, Flash. With your boyish charm combined with your girlish presentation, you really truly gave me the best of both worlds... which I ultimately found to be what I longed for in life.”

She stroked the back of his hand one last time, leaning forward slightly to speak, causing the lilac on her person to waft closer to his breathless expression.

“When I broke our relationship up, it was a horrible thing to do to you. But—at the time—I thought I was making an important sacrifice.” She gulped. “I didn't want my days with you to end... of hearing your voice... of seeing the shine in your eyes every morning... of cuddling you quietly after you'd fallen asleep during stargazing. I was a twisted, megalomaniacal soul in those days... and I felt that I had to ditch you to move onto more purposeful goals. It must not mean much to you and what you went through, but I felt devastated inside, Flash, and I buried it for months under anger and obsessive pursuit.”

She slowly released the grip of his fingers, giving the ends of his digits a last, tickling touch before leaning back in her chair.

“I always found you attractive... and I always will. It's just that... those positive emotions had run so commonly parallel to innumerable negative ones that I settled for moving on. Or—at least—I thought I had. Then my life gradually turned into something full of love and passion, and—looking back—I wished that I could have kept you within the rosy, amorous circles of my life. And... now you're back... and I'm glad that nothing in my heart has changed... although I deeply regret having treated you with such distance to suggest that it had.”

At long last, Flash exhaled. A tear trickled down his cheek.

It was Sunset's turn to breathe as well. “That's... uhm... that's the truth in a nutshell. The most I can pack it in on such short notice, at least.” With a coy smirk, she raised the bottle back to her lips, if only to camouflage the moisture forming along her own eyelids. “Good on ya for opening the first salvo with a whopper, Flash.” She took a swig, swallowed, and exhaled. “I don't suppose it might get any easier from here?”

“That... you... I... uhm... you're...” He sniffled, reaching a dainty hand up and wiping his cheek dry. “I'm so v-very glad to hear that, Sunny...” After composing himself, he gazed up at her with puppy dog eyes. “But... wh-what I really meant by that was... uhm... how does the whole Harmonic Fountain and Well thing affect... uh... the way you... y-you find me attractive...”

She blinked. “... … ...You mean 'why do I wanna bang you?'”

He winced, glancing towards the kitchen floor while rubbing his shoulder. He finally managed a shy, coquettish nod.

“Nyyyyyrarrghhhhhunnnghhhhhh...” Sunset's body slumped slowly as she pronounced the mother of all prolonged groans. Her mammoth legs rubbed on either side of Flash's chair in the process. At long last, she smiled crookedly up to the ceiling. “Alright. Uhm... how can I put this...” With a free hand, she rubbed her temple. Then, after a few heated breaths, she muttered to the stale air: “You ever get a sustained sugar rush that... lasts for more than an hour? And... and it leaves you feeling all tingly and excited and bouncy?”

“I... I-I'm not in the habit of eating sweets,” Flash said. “Usually I settle for a light salad. Uhm... do the little princess gummy snacks that you gave me count?”

“No no no no—lemme start over...” Sunset gestured with her hand. “You know how after two bottles of cider you're just chilling on the couch and watching television—?”

Flash squinted at her funny.

“You don't drink. Right. RIGHT.” Sunset smacked a hand over her forehead and let it stay there. “Uhmmmmmmmmmmm—you know how after a tall frappuccino the caffeine kicks in and you feel like you can take on the world—?”

“I-I don't drink coffee either.”

“Flash, sweetie, I'm trying to describe a buzz!” Sunset squinted at him from her slumped position. “Y'know? Have you ever felt a buzz in your life?”

“Well... … ...” He squirmed where he sat, a smile slowly forming across his rosy face. “...sometimes... when I'm super bored... I-I'll spend an hour or longer perusing pretty dresses and cute purses online. Y'know... Etsy... Ebay... Amazon...” His blush increased. “...cosplay sites.”

Sunset arched an eyebrow. “And that gives you a buzz?”

He glanced back at her. “Doesn't it give everyone?”

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.” She sat up, taking a small sip of the bottle. “Mmmm—imagine that feeling.” She gulped, then pointed a finger from her bottle hand. “But... like... intensify it whenever you're around someone... and then link it directly to your gut.”

“Wait...” Flash grimaced. “Are you saying that you get high when you're around me?”

“No.” Sunset blinked. She tongued the inside of her mouth. Her eyes scanned the ceiling. “Okay, yes. But... like... I'm totally in control of my senses. It's not like you're... uhm... femboi catnip.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am, Flash!” She frowned. “Why wouldn't I be—”

He leaned dramatically forward, using both hands to support his weight against the table-top.

“—eee-eee-eee-eee—!” Sunset blushed furiously. The amazon shrank away from him. She drowned herself in a heavy swig of the bottle and sat up in time to compose herself. Her bracelet of beads rattled as she cleared her throat. “Ahem. But seriously, Flash... sweetie... all things considered, I've remained an absolute lady around you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Allure or not, it's not like the girls and I are gonna turn full... err... Pon Farr Vulcan on you the moment you so much as show your pretty face! We're in complete control of our faculties! And we've got standards! It's just that you...” She fidgeted with visual embarrassment. “...have the ability to fluster us, given the circumstances.”

“Why do you call it that?”

“Call what what?”

“The 'Allure,'” Flash gestured. “Y'know...” He grimaced again. “The... Universe-Makes-You-Want-To-Bang-Me-Cuz-Of-Magic thing.”

“Because Twilight Sparkle coined it and she likes categorizing things.” Sunset cleared her throat. “Actually, Rarity thought up the term, but Twilight adopted it.”

“Rarity, huh?”

“She's the most eloquent of us, after all. She felt that the word 'Allure' differed from 'Attraction' and 'Love' and 'Lust.'”

“So... it is different from being attracted to me...”

“Sorta...” Sunset gulped, looking aside as she began sweating again. “To tell the truth, the 'Allure' is more accurately described as a combination of all of those things. I know this because the Allure works between us.”

“Because you're the Elements of Harmony, right?”

Sunset nodded. “We're drawn to each other. The girls and I. In addition, closeness and intimacy buffers our magical abilities.”

“So the Allure attracts you girls to each other,” Flash repeated. “And now it's attracting you girls to me.”

“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Sunset nodded. “Even before we knew who and where you were... we felt you, Flash.” She looked at him again. “The Allure allowed us to sense that you were near—at least within the vicinity of Canterlot City. You see... it acts like a beacon... making you stand out like a bonfire in the dark. It's like we all have an extra sense that is used to find each other and restore our closeness. It works that way with you too. We're like... magnetic souls, Flash. No matter how far we might be apart, from this day forward—we're only bound to come back together again. At least... heh... that's the goal that magic has set forth.”

“Then if that's true...” Flash's eyes narrowed. “...should I be feeling the Allure too?”

Sunset opened her mouth... but froze in silence. She blinked at the boi. “... … ...you don't feel it, Flash?”

He shrank in his chair under her stare—as if guilty.

“Not even in the slightest?”

“Sunset... uhm...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “...don't get me wrong. You're sexy has heck.” He braved a smile in her direction. “I've always... always felt unrealistically lucky to receive your attention. After all, you're smart. You're talented. You're loyal and courageous and always improving yourself—”

“It's okay, Flash...” She smirked. “You don't have to return with a large monologue to match mine earlier.”

“You've got great legs—Oh! Oh... uh...” He blushed. “Okay.”

“But you don't... feel me?” she asked. “You don't sense me even when I'm not around? Like... a pleasant itch that your inner core wants to scratch?”

“I... I can't say that I do, Sunset.” If the boi had pony ears, they'd be folded by now. “I'm sorry...”

“Don't be sorry, Flash—”

“Maybe it's just that... that because I'm not magical... I don't feel it the same way you do.”

“Don't say you're not magical, Flash.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are.”

“... … ...” He blinked. “Wait, what?”

“Heeheehee...” Sunset smiled warmly. “Do you think the Harmonic Well would have been bestowed on an empty slate?” She nodded. “A long time ago, you became the vessel for something. Something special. Something unimaginably beautiful. I know this because I've witnessed it myself, Flash. Back when we merged our mindscapes.”

“Oh...”

“I know you don't remember it like I witnessed it, but it's there. It's in you. It's always been within you. Maybe—in moments of innocent bliss—you've felt it yourself. Truth is... you're just as magical as the girls and I, Flash. Maybe it's not something all too bold or explosive or dramatic like what the Elements of Harmony wield... but it's there... and it stands to be cultivated.”

His lips pursed. “It does...?”

“Mmmmm... yes. That's what all of this is about, after all. Restoring magic. Not just in us—although... heheheheheh...” She rolled her eyes with a reddening face. “...we desperately fucking need it.” She winked at him. “But in you as well.”

“How so?”

“To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. Twilight's searching for answers, but... only time will tell. Or... that is...” She fidgeted slightly, looking away from him. “Time could tell...” She sounded worried, anxious, and more than a little bit dejected.

Flash looked at her with mixed awe and guilt.

Thankfully, the amazon broke it with a coy smile and a flirtatious shrug of the shoulder. “So...” She lifted her massive foot up beneath the table and nudged his chair. “...you like my legs, huh?”

“Gaaah!” He clutched the edge of the table as if he might suddenly fall overboard.

The amazon laughed, almost dropping her bottle of cider. “Celestia-dang it! You're so scrumptiously adorable, sometimes, Flash!” A wink. “Okay... make that most of the times.”

“But... but... if this is all about the Allure...” He caught his breath and sat up, prim and proper. “Ahem...” He looked earnestly at the valkryie. “...does it really matter who or what I am?”

“Heeheehee—” Sunset broke out of her giggling fit to cast him a serious look. “Huh?”

“I know that you and the girls needed time and magic to get used to each other... but... how do I fit in?” He shrugged visibly. “The magic of this 'artificial world' decided that I was the Harmonic Well. So what's that got to do with who I am and what I do?”

“Uhhhhhh...”

“I might as well be a toaster—!”

“No, Flash.” Sunset sat up with a slight frown. “You can't be a toaster.”

“Why not?”

“Because you can't make a toaster blush...!”

Flash blinked. “...what?”

Sunset sighed, rubbing her temples. “Okay, so...” She took a sip of the nearly-empty bottle and continued. “...the restoration of magic as a result of the Harmonic Well and Harmonic Fountain uniting involves more than... hypothetical living magnets clinking together.” She looked at him. “It's not just simple physics or even chemistry, Flash. It's magic. There's... ritual involved.”

“Ritual?”

“Otherwise the intimate and... erm... erotic elements wouldn't be necessary.”

“But why are they necessary?”

“Because of how this universe was birthed, Flash.” Her eyes narrowed. “Remember?”

“I'm... still a bit lost on that.”

“I don't blame you. Look...” She continued gesturing as she spoke. “This universe was birthed through magical manipulation of quantum mechanics. At the same time, a series of portals were built that not only acted as gateways to this realm... but also filters. Those who created the portals chose what kinds of magic got funneled through and how those magics would function. In the end, once the universe had finished its accelerated formation, the artificers settled in and harnessed the energy they filtered through as they saw fit.”

“And these... god-magicians just happened to be a bunch of perverts,” Flash stated.

Sunset pointed. “We prefer to call them 'niche hobbyists.'”

“They... sound like a bunch of conceited nymphos to me,” Flash said. “I mean... perhaps they were decent people... or ponies... pony-people...” He cleared his throat. “But why call them anything except what they were?”

“Because, Flash...” Sunset's nostrils flared. “Maybe some of us wanna at least pretend that the inception of this entire universe did not stem from the fetishes of a cult of cloppers.”

“'Cloppers?'” Flash's face scrunched. “What's that mean? They were stageshow dancers?”

“Er... never mind...” Sunset held the bottle to her blushing face. “...I guess that's... uh... a colloquial term.” She tilted the bottle straight up to the ceiling.

Flash stared at her intently.

The woman emptied the bottle... shaking it upside down for good measure. “Look, we've gotten off course here. So... let me just get this out of the way.” She stood up and shuffled over to the refrigerator. Her gait was straight and true, despite how much... happy horse juice she had just consumed in front of him. “This universe is as real as you've always believed it to be, Flash.” She reached the fridge and reached deep inside with a slight rattling sound. “Don't let the bizarre and slightly awkward nature of its creation bother you. Besides, it's just a theory.”

“A theory that checks out based on the reality of the Harmonic Well and Harmonic Fountain,” Flash muttered.

“Even so...” Sunset Shimmer grabbed another full tall bottle of cider and closed the fridge. “...this universe is no less real than Equestria. Someone with the right tools simply toyed with the fabric of space and time, pushed a quantum bubble down a slope of entropy, and thusly unrolled a fresh carpet of infinitesimal energy to produce this microcosmic... macrocosm! It's that simple! Tartarus—I don't even know if Equestria and its cosmic encompassing were birthed through completely natural means or not! For all I can guess...” She sat back at the table with a cheesy grin. “...the Princess, the alicorns, and the entire land of ponies were simply the contrivance of some goofy television show in an even greater encompassing universe! Hah! Can you imagine that?”

“Yeah...” Flash Sentry quietly belched. “Imagine that.”

Sunset bit the cap off the bottle and spat it across the kitchen so that it landed in the sink. She took a heavy swig, then looked down at Flash. “Look. Every dimension is super friggin' goofy when you compare them to one another—What?” She blinked. “What's wrong?”

He was gaping at her, her teeth, and the bottlecap still rattling to a stop in the sink.

“Hmmm? Oh. Oh yeah...” Sunset tossed her crimson hair back and slouched with a sexy shrug of her shoulders. “You should see Applejack. She can spit them over a house.”

“Uhm... what were you just saying a moment ago...?” Flash blinked dizzily.

“Okay. Let's just...” Sunset placed the bottle down on the tabletop and held her hands out. “...let's bring it down a bit. Alright? Let's be chill. Relax. Keep things simple.” She smiled calmly at him, holding a hand out in a warm gesture. “Ask me what's on your mind. Right now.”

Flash gulped, folded his hands, and quietly produced: “What would it take exactly to restore your powers?”

Sunset took her time. After a calm breath, she chose her words: “Several different things, Flash.”

“Several...” He gulped, his voice ragged all of a sudden. “...d-different sexual positions?”

“No no no no... you don't get it...” Sunset smiled. “It's all about intimacy. This universe's rules of magic—from what we estimate—necessitate that a manifestation of the Harmonic Fountain and a manifestation of the Harmonic Fountain must mutually participate in an act of intimacy for their energies to be restored.”

“But... I thought it was all about sex...”

Sunset shifted in her seat. “It is... and yet it isn't... and yet it mostly is.”

Flash looked confused.

Sunset sighed, then spoke through a friendly smile. “Sexual intimacy is the uppermost tier of interactions that will assure magical restoration. It would be the simplest and most absolute fix... for a while.”

Flash blinked. “For a while?”

Sunset sipped more of the cider. “That's right.”

“You... you mean it isn't permanent?”

“Ohhhhh no no no no no...” Sunset chirped forth a bittersweet chuckle. “...otherwise, the girls and I would have had waaaaaaaaaaaay less slumber parties these past four or five years. Heh...”

“Like...” Flash squirmed in his seat. “...how long does... uhm... a recharge last?”

Sunset gazed off into the corners of the kitchen. “It used to last days on just... erm... one night spent with someone else.” She gulped. “But... that changed over time. The results grew... less and less substantive.”

“You're talking about... diminishing returns?”

“More or less. Although—none of us really took much notice at first.” Sunset rolled her eyes with a coy blush. “By now, we've gotten used to... being used to one another... if you catch my drift.”

Flash nodded. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“And it's not like we're always banging each other, either, Flash,” Sunset explained. “Sometimes it's just enough to spend a day together. To hold hands. To cuddle. Sleep in bed together. Read a book while in each other's arms. Y'know...” She toasted the air with her bottle. “Gyrrrrrlfreeeendssss...”

“So...” Flash squinted. “...it can just be cuddling?”

“Depends on how much energy we need restored,” Sunset said. “If there isn't any major monster or threat to fight, the Elements of Harmony only need to... chill and be chill. Together. But when our powers are reallllly needed...”

Silence.

Sunset cleared her throat. “Well... you've seen the room. You can guess how wild it gets.”

“No. Not really.” Flash blinked innocently. “How wild?”

Sunset sweated suddenly. She took a big, long swig then wheeze: “Really. Fucking. Wild.”

Flash rubbed the back of his neck, feeling goosebumps.

“But—cuddling totally works too!” Sunset smiled sweatily, pointing a finger at him. “It's the same with you, y'know!”

“Really?”

“Flash... heheh... I had gone for weeks without being able to read anyone's minds.” She took on a serious expression. “And then I found you.” A soft breath. “Suddenly, I had my abilities again. Just spending an hour talking with you made me feel like I was a true blue Element of Harmony once more! That other night when we cuddled? On the couch?”

“You mean when we watched the Payperview Match in 1998 when the Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell in a Cell and he plummeted sixteen feet through the announcer's table?”

“Yeah. That.” She leaned back with a smile. “I could almost feel the thoughts of the neighbors next door.”

“Yeesh...” Flash winced. “That must have been really distracting.”

“Nah. They're Methodists.” Sunset sat up. “Point is... it works, Flash. Just being in the same room with you... like we are now? I mean...” She pointed at the bracelet. “If it wasn't for this thing, I'd be able to read thoughts from across the street without so much as a synaptic flicker!

“But...” he bit his lip. “...only for a little while.”

Sunset's eyes were cast downward.

“And then it wears off,” Flash said.

Sunset nodded, drinking defeatedly from the bottle.

The boi glanced down at his delicate little hands. He opened his own palms, staring at the pearlescent skin and slender, princessy wrists. “You said... that the Allure is stronger between you and me than it is between you and the other girls. Right?”

Sunset again nodded.

“So... does that mean that... uhm...” He looked back up at her, clenching his fists with a slight tremble. “...having sex with me would restore your superpowers completely?”

Sunset already had an answer prepared. “For a long t-time.”

Flash gulped. “But not forever.”

She slowly shook her head.

“So... uhm...” Flash felt his own toes curling as he prepared the next question. A question that had been on his mind for a long while: “What exactly do you and the girls wish to do to me?”

Sunset froze in mid-sip of the bottle. Her eyes locked on him in a half-squint, as if she somehow didn't know how to answer that question.

So Flash did his best to specify: “Like... what are your plans?” He cocked his head to the side. “Do you even have any plans?”

“Flash...” Sunset cleared her throat and folded her hands to look at him directly. “Our plans are for you to live a healthy, happy life—realizing your dreams and aspirations—”

“Sunset, let's not kid,” Flash droned. “I'm not calling you a liar or even a predator...”

She winced.

He wasn't finished. “...but it'd be silly to think that you seven didn't have something in mind.” He breathed steadily. “All of this that you're telling me—all of this that I'm learning right now—it's just so extremely detailed and complicated and thought out.” His eyes darted to her wrist. “You had to get stuff to wear on your person in order to stay sane around me... and that was obviously planned as well.”

Sunset bit her lip.

“I'm... p-past being shocked,” Flash said. “And... I-I promise not to be freaked out.” He gulped. “Not anymore. Do you understand?” A tender smile. “It's okay. You can tell me what you all had in mind.”

“What... we all h-had in mind,” Sunset breathlessly repeated, her skin growing redder.

“Because—no matter what happens after this conversation...” Flash gripped the edge of the table. “...somethings tells me that it'll be best that I know...” He nodded in soft earnest. “And it'll be good for you to tell me.”

“... … ...” Sunset placed the bottle back down and folded her hands. “Alright, Flash, uhm...” The amazon realized that she was the one trembling now, and so she sat on her hands. “I... I will tell you what... the girls have conjured up...”

“The girls?” Flash arched an eyebrow. “Not just you?”

“I... well... fuckin'...” Sunset gnashed her teeth, burning a hole in the kitchen wall. “You... you gotta understand, before I knew th-that the Harmonic Well would be you... I... I-I was thinking up hypothetical situations along with the girls. P-purely hypotheticals, Flash! And... and our theories and ideas soon turned into fantasies that—with each passing week that the Harmonic Well remained undiscovered—we never thought twice about how silly or lewd or gross that they were and—”

“Sunny...” Flash's voice took on a melodic tone. It caught her attention and calmed her all at once. He sealed it with a sweet smile. “No guilt. No shame. Just share.”

“... … … … … … ...okay, Flash.” Sunset took the deepest breath of her life and expelled the turgid demon within: “We want a pet.”

Flash's world shook off-center. His poor, delicate brain broke somewhere between the syllables of Sunset's word—which is quite remarkable, seeing as it only had one. “A pet.”

Sunset nodded, rocking in her chair to move the weird moment along. “Someone adorable that we can all admire. Someone loyal that we can all come home to. Someone... small that we can all... all... all...” She tongued the inside of her reddening mouth. “....mmmmmm—”

“Hold hands with?”

“Toss around.”

Flash did a double-take. “O-oh.”

“With each other—Flash—there's no competition. The girls and I? We're... on an even playing field, as it were. But... the moment that we had it in our heads who and what the Harmonic Well would be—like—the second we felt the missing link to our draining powers...?” Sunset struggled for breath halfway through the dry-toned explanation. “...we somehow knew that... th-that we wanted to be in control... to be nurturing... to be teasing.” She clenched her eyes shut, wincing as the ideas tore through her palpitating center like heated kitchen knives. “Kind. Cruel. Soft. Heavy. Gentle! Ravaging! Mother! Fucker!”

“Sunset—!”

“A leaking cement truck falling on top of—” Her eyes popped open in the middle of a sweating expression. Practically salivating, she looked nervously at the boi across the table. “Yes? Please?” She swallowed. “Fl-Flash...?”

His eyes reflected a hot-glowing band of silver on her wrist.

Flinching, Sunset reached out to her bracelet. It was starting to crack across each bead, and an otherworldly steam rose from the artifact's nebulous interior.

“Awwwwwww ponyfeathers,” she cursed. “Already???” She craned her neck and looked across the household. “Dammit... where'd I put my bag...?”

“Sunset...”

“...?” Anxiously, she glanced towards him.

He stared at her with his lips pursed. “You're... not really making much sense. But... perhaps that's because you're holding back.”

“Flash... I have to hold back,” Sunset stammered.

“Maybe that's been the problem this whole time...?”

She merely blinked at him.

He looked at the rapidly deteriorating bracelet, then back at her. “How about...” He sat bravely tall in her immense shadow. “...you just take it off for a moment.”

She clenched her teeth, her eyes taking on a frightened glint.

“Just for a moment,” Flash said. He gave her a hopeful smile. “I'm not going to try anything, I promise. Just... allow yourself a moment of comfort and lucidity.” He gestured. “After all you've done to make me feel comfortable, it's the least that you can do for yourself.”

“I... I-I don't think th-that's a good idea, Flash...”

“And I don't think you're going to do anything to hurt me, Sunset.”

“... … ...”

“Please...” Flash nodded towards her. “Just relax for a bit... and tell me what you really think... what you really feel...”

Her eyes remained vulnerable and frightened. But upon hearing those words, a beaded tear materialized in the kitchen light. Sunset was so tall and radiant and sexy that it was difficult to imagine anything fazing her. But the sight of raw emotion in direct response to his words brought a warmth to Flash's heart. For the first time since he arrived at that ominously spacious house, Flash felt for sure that he could relieve the poor woman.

It thrilled him—for all the right reasons—that she responded... by slowly peeling the bracelet off her arm. Its glow stopped as soon as it flopped limply without a host. A different glow replaced it: namely the warmth spreading hotly through Sunset's bosom, up her neck, and into her gradually syrupy expression.

“I want... I want...”

Sunset spoke.

Sunset purred.

And all of a sudden, that syrup turned to sultry.

“...I want to fucking destroy you, Flash Sentry...”

Flash's eyes went wide as blue saucers. He helplessly trembled, leaning back in his seat.

And Sunset leaned forward, making the table rock a bit. The entire kitchen tilting, hot and humid.

“I want to devour you from the inside out,” she seethed through hungry teeth. “Quickly if it makes you scream... slowly if it makes you cry.”

Her fingers gripped the table's edge, each knuckle blooming white between hot pulses of valkyrie blood.

“I want you not able to walk the morning after,” she slurred, drunk and delirious and demonic. “I'll have to carry you to breakfast... even if that breakfast is you.”

Flash sweated. The temperature in the air was increasing rapidly with each word pouring like lava from her licked lips.

”The girls are ready to break mountains and evaporate oceans for you.” A pink flicker of light kissed across her eyes. Flash almost didn't see it; his gaze was locked on the tiny gun muzzles forming in the center of each breast. “We want someone to be our perfect little doll whom we can spruce and clean and dress up and then drown in a torrential fuckpile and then clean and cuddle all over again...” She inhaled and exhaled, nearly rocking the boi in his chair. “A perfect pink toy that we can carry around in our purses and whip out like a vibe when the moment strikes—not like you get a choice in the matter. You think fleshlights can talk?”

Flash blinked hard...

...only to stare into a devilish grin, frothing with laughter.

“Heheheheheh... and when you think you're done 'rewarding' us for all the pampering and gifts we've lavished you with, we'll spend an entire weekend reaming you into a hollow bucket of adorable fluff... just to fill it all up with the prettiest of things all over again...”

Flash gulped... then dared to stammer: “R-ream me?” He arched an eyebrow. “...with what?”

And just like that, Sunset Shimmer's eyes jolted, pulling her hard out of the depths of her debauchery. The same fear from earlier resurfaced, only this time it had the grace of shattering ice. Within seconds, an alarming sound echoed across the room—something akin to a waterfall... or a bucket full of boiling water being emptied across sterile tile.

“OH—“ She exclaimed, and Flash's ears rang. He never knew that the valkyrie could be so loud. And yet—“OH FUCK!” She hollered, her hands suddenly shooting to her crotch as the poor amazon looked like she was suddenly and painfully giving birth to an ICBM. “FUCKING SHIT! FUCK!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK—”

Flash timidly shook in his chair, frazzled with sincere concern and alarm. “Sunset? What's wrong—“

But he flinched as she suddenly kicked out of the chair, hobbling limply on her two feet. “Goddess fucking damn it!” She seethed and kicked at nothing, resembling in no-small part an unpopular Metal Gear Solid 2 protagonist in how she side-stepped while her wrists still covered her crotch. “Rnnngh... can't fucking believe it—FUCKKKK!” She clenched her eyes for a moment, nearly slipped on something, then hissed as she found her footing again. “I... uh... uhhhh... I GOTTA GO.”

“Go? Go where—”

“I GOTTA GO! RIGHT NOW! OKAY?!” She brushed past him, limping, stiff-legged, struggling desperately to keep her distance. Pink lights danced across her eyes as she panted and whimpered. “Don't follow me! Don't even talk to me!”

“But—“

“For the next few hours, okay?! OKAY?!?”

“O-okay, Sunset!” Flash held a hand up. “Scout's honor!”

“Okay okay okay okay okay OKAY.” Panting, Sunset bolted towards the opposite end of the house...

...to where the guest room was located.

“... … ...” Flash slumped down in his chair, breathless and dumb.

“... … ...YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING IN THE FRIDGE!”” Sunset's words warbled across the house. ”... … ...EXCEPT FOR THE CIDER! GODDESS! DAMMIT! FUCK!

And the door slammed shut behind her.

Flash sat trembling. But soon—he noticed something. A new source of light on the floor. Rather—a reflection.

Curious, he leaned over the table's edge and stared down.

The tile of the kitchen was wet. Sopping, even. It looked like an air conditioning unit had spilled a leak... … ...directly in the direction that Sunset Shimmer had fled. In fact, a veritable pool had gathered around the feet of the chair the valkyrie had been seated in.

Flash felt a knot in his throat. He looked at the one-and-a-half bottles of cider on the table-top.

Sunset and her friends no longer had the need for a 'bathroom'.

Flash knew this was true—there was no toilet in the house that could possibly suit her.

Then... what had just happened? What was this? And why did it smell so good?

Flash's nostrils flared.

Lilacs.

The air smelled... prettier to him somehow. It smelled almost as if Sunset Shimmer was still there in the kitchen with him. In fact, it smelled better than it did before.

He looked down at the floor again.

Flash had seen movies and old scholastic “health” videos that dramatized a pregnant woman's water breaking, and the boi certainly couldn't deny the visuals that were now being evoked. But... there was something different about what had just happened. There had to have been something different.

With all of these conflicting observations and thoughts and fears, Flash assumed that he would be grossed out. But... instead...

...he felt an undeniably hot dampness forming at the crotch of his briefs. Somewhere—between Sunset's unfettered dialogue and the weird outburst that it culminated with—the boi had experienced more arousal than he could recall in recent memory. A small, tiny, but irremovable tingling persisted at the head of his limp manhood... and if he so much as breathed on his own groin, he feared he might melt from the inside out and join the puddle on the floor.

This would make leaving the room rather difficult... which in and of itself was an obscure prospect because the pervasive scent of heated lilacs was anchoring him almost instinctively to that spot. His heart was beating a million beats per second and all he could think about was Sunset's purring voice and her nipples poking through her blouse and how he wanted... how he desired... how he so desperately needed to be carried around like a cute pink vibe inside her purse...

“Mmmm-mmmm...” Flash helplessly whimpered. He felt a pulse of fiery weakness rippling up his center, daring to manifest as a glistening pearldrop of beautiful anguish out the timid little exit to his sex.

Was this the Allure?

If this was what Sunset felt all the time around him, what terrible torture for the poor woman to endure!

Flash felt scared.

Scared of the sheer, unimaginable pleasure bubbling beyond some lilac-scented shoreline, hanging dark and heated and heavy.

He had to cool off. Now.

Opening his mouth meant inviting a girlish moan, but he needed to do so in order to drown the moment—with cider. He flung his trembling hand across the table, grabbed one of the bottles, and barreled the bubbly contents down his open gullet...

...only to spit the contents out a millisecond later.

“Pffffffffffftttt-fffftttt!” The femboi spat, sputtered, and wheezed. “This isn't fruity at all!” he shrieked, wishing he had paid heed to the amazon's warnings.

Someway, somehow, he was finally able to stumble out of the place...

...and he carried himself immediately into the bathroom and a cold shower waiting thereupon.