She stretched and turned over, re-adjusting the covers as she did so. She paused, allowing her mind a moment to evaluate her situation. She was in her bed. Not an atypical scenario, with one exception: She didn't remember going to bed. Moreover, she couldn't remember going to bed naked. Again, not an uncommon thing for her—in the summer. The world outside was in mid-fall, with winter coming fast around the corner, and, without her equine fur coat, Sunset Shimmer had employed flannel pajamas to help keep herself warm.

She reached over to her bedside table, groping for her phone. Instead, her hand landed on something else. She held the object for an instant, squinting at it in the dim light that filtered in from the streets below her apartment. It didn't take long to realize what it was. She replaced the eyeglasses and continued looking for her phone with now a new question lurking in her mind. 'What did we do last night?'

There was a rustle from under the sheets, as her companion stirred. Sunset finally found her phone and checked the time. Five forty-seven a.m. She rubbed her face. The last time she had checked the time, it had been eleven. She found it odd that she had no remembrance of anything between.

Sunset lifted the covers slightly to view her bed partner. Sure enough, there was Twilight Sparkle, fast asleep just inches from her. Also, completely naked. Sunset smiled as she took a brief moment to make a mental note on how cute her girlfriend looked. How peaceful and content to be sleeping beside her lover.

She hated to do what she had to do. But, she needed answers; and she needed answers now.

“Twilight,” she said gently, nudging the sleeping girl. “Twi. C'mon, baby, wake up.”

Twilight mumbled something in the Slumberland tongue and rolled over. That's when it hit Sunset's nose; a certain odor that permeated from the sheets. Sunset recognized it and a frown crossed her lips. She covered Twilight back up, grabbed her bathrobe, and went downstairs.

The splash of cold water to the face felt refreshing. Sunset didn't mind that the apartment heat hadn't turned on yet. All the coldness surrounding her helped her to wake up. She looked into the bathroom mirror and tried to compose herself. Yet, that was hard to do. “Coffee” she mumbled, “I need coffee.”

Within minutes the gurgle of the coffee maker could be heard and the aroma of fresh coffee filled the air. Sunset took her cup and disposed of the used pod. Black morning nectar in hand, she sat in her desk chair. With each sip, her mind became more alert and started asking more questions.

Time passed slowly in the still darkness of the studio apartment. Sunset wasn't exactly sure how long she had been up. She began to formulate a calculation based upon the sunlight that was beginning to peek through the apartment windows. She also surmised that she was on her third cup. Finally, above her, she heard Twilight stirring. Sunset sipped her coffee and listened as the other girl sleepily descended the stairs.

“Good morning!” she smiled, wiping the sleep from her eyes, “Bit chilly in here. I thought you programmed the thermostat to start at seven on Saturdays.”

Sunset said nothing, but sipped her coffee. She eyed Twilight. The younger girl had clad herself in a pair of pajamas—the flannel ones Sunset kept folded under her pillow.

Twilight's smile quickly faded. “Okay, you're obviously not awake yet.” She pointed to the coffee machine, “I'm gonna make myself a cup. You want another?” She went into the cupboard and grabbed a mug for herself and a new one for Sunset. Loading in the coffee pod and water, she watched as the machine did its work and poured out a fresh cup of coffee. She handed the fresh brew to Sunset.

Sunset, however, ignored the new cup. Instead, taking another sip from her initial, which she had just emptied.

Twilight set the cup on the desk and returned to prepare her own. She looked back hesitantly at her girlfriend. Something was wrong. Something was off. It unnerved her.

Focusing on the coffee machine, Twilight tried to push the to the back of her mind. She fumbled with the machine for a moment before slamming her hands down on the counter. “What is it?” she yelled, “What's with this silent treatment?”

Sunset pursed her lips and played with the empty cup in her hands. “You tell me. I wake up this morning in a situation I don't recall going to bed in.” She ran her finger around the rim and spoke very calmly. “Twilight, what did we do last night?”

Twilight was taken aback. “What?”

“What did we do last night?”

Twilight said nothing, but returned to the coffee machine. “I'm-I'm not quite sure what you mean.”

“Really?” Sunset's voice was a bit more forceful, “How did we end up naked in my bed? And why do my sheets have the smell of...Why do they smell of sex?” She paused and fiddled her hands a bit. “Did we?” she asked, softly.

“Did we...?”

“Did we have sex?”

Twilight averted her gaze, but, in doing so, gave Sunset her answer.

The fiery-haired girl took in another deep breath. She counted silently in her head—a technique well-proven to curb her temper. Despite the feelings raging within her, she knew her next words needed to be calm. Everything depended on this one note.

“You seem to have a better memory than me of last night.” Not quite the tone she was aiming for, but much better than the alternative, “Care to fill me in? How about let's start with why I don't remember. Surely, that can be easily explained.”

Twilight turned way. She couldn't look her lover in the face. Her stomach churned. What may have been a good idea hours, even days, ago, certainly didn't seem like such a good idea now. This was most certainly not the effect she wanted.

“Twilight,” Sunset's voice was softer, “I'm not upset. I just want to know. Please, tell me.”

Twilight took a sip of her coffee. Anything to keep her from tearing up. “Well,” she began, “I may have given you something last night.”

“Given me what?”

“A little concoction of mine.” Twilight quickly took another sip of sweltering coffee to keep from saying more. The burning on her tongue and throat was nothing compared the pain growing in her heart.

“What 'concoction'?” Sunset pressed.

“Oh, nothing” Twilight let out a nervous giggle and twirled her hair. 'Nothing' was an understatement and far from the truth. She moved to adjusting her glasses. “Just a little mixture of arginine, tribulus terrestris, and ginseng. Maybe a little cocaine...”

Sunset blinked in disbelief. “What?”

“It was an aphro—”

“A what? An aphrodisiac?” Sunset almost laughed at the preposterous notion, “Celestia, Twilight! That's not an aphrodisiac! I don't think I could even tell you what that is! What made you think this was a good idea? What possessed you to even conceive this?”

“Look, I get it” Twilight raised her hands, trying to calm her girlfriend. “I can see you're mad.”

“Mad?” Sunset yelled, “Mad! I'm beyond 'mad'! Of all the things you could have... You drugged me? I'm disappointed, Twilight!” Her speech slowed as her voice began to calm, “I'm disappointed in you because I thought you were a far better person than that.” She turned around and leaned on the desk, taking in deep breaths; using all her strength to hold back. She focused on slower, softer words. “Seems, I was wrong.”

“Sunset...” Twilight reached out to touch her arm, but Sunset pulled away.

“Get out” she said, softly, but her tone was firm.

Twilight silently set her cup on the counter and returned upstairs to get dressed. When she came back down, she saw that Sunset hadn't moved. The silence unnerved Twilight, but she knew it was best not to say anything. She walked past the kitchenette to the apartment door. As she put her hand on the knob, she heard Sunset's gentle voice.

“Can you get home okay?”

There was a twinge in her heart and Twilight fought everything to keep from crying. Sunset always asked that when she left. “Yeah,” Twilight said, hoarsely. She looked to Sunset. The other girl only nodded, but never made visual contact with her.

Closing the door behind her, Twilight lingered for a moment. She placed an ear to the door. Silence reigned within. She made the long, slow trek to the bus stop, refusing to allow her emotions to overcome her. However, sitting upon the bench, Twilight's strength failed.

Author's Note

So, largely because of the subject matter, I've been holding off on publishing this story for a while. Finally hit a point of "screw it, let's see what happens."

I'm scared.