Today had been the best afternoon of your life. You’d spoken to Sunset earlier—You! Spoken! To her! And she spoke back!—and you’d confessed the feelings you’d been holding in from the moment you first saw her.
It had gone better than you could have imagined. Ah, what bliss had claimed your throbbing heart when her eyes, those vivid oceans of emotion you could happily drown in, had been filled with tenderness and affection.
“Will you go on a date with me?” you had asked. There were a lot of other things you said too, that day, but none of them mattered, in the grand scheme of things—the whole day had hinged on that one question, and everything else was made trifling. Not to say there hadn’t been struggles. School could be a nightmare, some days. All those obstacles between you and her. All those things vying for time you craved. “It doesn’t have to be anything fancy,” you’d said, “just… something that’s just the two of us.”
And she’d looked at you, and she’d nodded and she’d said, in that beautiful voice of hers: “Sure, I’d love to do that.”
You’d thought your chest might rupture. She was just so adorable when talking to you!
Not that she wasn’t usually.
Adorable, that is. She was. Just, you know.
She seemed even more adorable in that moment. Probably just 'cause she was closer to you than usual.
That exchange, that brightest moment in your otherwise plain, unremarkable life, that had been about two weeks ago.
That date had gone so very well, of course. Sunset was just delightful company, no matter what she was doing; you laughed and grinned and held her hand and got a kiss on the cheek that you’d remember forever.
Other things happened too, of course, but again, priorities had a way of being skewed when Sunset was in the room.
But now.
Now.
Sunset had been the one to call you this time—that had been your suggestion, to make sure you didn’t come across as being too pushy. You and her agreed that being considerate was one of your nicer qualities, especially when pretty girls were involved. Go you.
So she’d called you, and oh, her voice. She wasn’t even standing close to you, but she made the room feel warm and intimate, and the raw desire oozing out of her gorgeous throat felt as real as a hand hovering by your hips. Long before she said it out loud, you knew she wanted you. If she didn’t, she was the world’s greatest actress and nothing was really real anymore.
“Hi,” she’d said. Your cheeks flushed, a swarm of butterflies pirouetted in merry triskelions in your stomach, and the joy of being alive lit you up with a vibrant tingle. “Can I come over?” she asked, and you almost dropped dead from excitement.
“I’d like that,” you’d said. You shared a look with one of the handcuffed model skeletons resting against your wall—you were into some weird stuff, but Sunset loved how excited you got over it—and made a celebratory fist pump.
Stuff went well.
Exciting stuff.
Exciting, like…
Penis stuff.
OH YEAH.
You had a penis, by the way. Maybe that was a surprise, maybe it wasn’t, but either way. You totes had one. You were pretty proud of it.
Sunset lifted her head from her palm as you finished whacking yourself to full mast, and as she laid back on your bed she wriggled out of her clothes and stuff and you quite sincerely thought about squeezing your face in half with a pair of revving SUVs, because like holy fuck how could your life not plummet into an abyss of despair from there.
A few moments later, after you shuffled forwards, you learned that there just really wasn’t anything in the world quite like sliding into Sunset Shimmer. You could’ve stayed that way for the rest of your life and you’d never get tired of it.
No lethal face-squeezing, you decided. You could tough stuff out.
Sunset stirred slightly, her eyes wandering the ceiling, odd tension seeping into her shoulders. “Did you put it in me yet?”
You gave a little wiggle of your hips. “Y—yeah,” you moaned, already barely capable of stringing a sentence together. “It’s—wow, so…”
“Oh. I hadn’t—” Sunset made a little cough, the most adorable blush coming to her cheeks. “Sorry. Uh… go on, then?”
You blinked. “Sorry?”
Sunset blinked back. “What?”
It was your turn to blush. “… There’s more?”
“What—haven’t you ever, you know… watched porn or something?”
You shrugged. “I tried, but I couldn’t find any of you, so…” You blinked. That wasn't creepy at all, but you felt a need to clarify anyway. “I meant it romantically, like there wasn’t any other girl but you I ever…”
“No, no, it’s okay. I knew what you…” Sunset squirmed, and the friction of her inner walls against your shaft was a paradise of languid bliss. “You kind of, um...” She bit her bottom lip, her spoken thoughts dissolving into a mumble.
The next noise she made was like the pure essence of exasperation packed into an uuuuuuugh. It was surprisingly deep and guttural. Kind of like a cow impersonating an angry lawnmower careening backwards off a waterfall.
You looked towards your desk, where you had a computer. “We could go look something up, maybe? Watch it together or something?”
“That is the weirdest and least sexy thing you could possibly have said.”
“Oh. Well, um.”
Sunset rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine, let’s go.”
“You’re sure?”
“Well, we’re gonna finish this one way or another, so.”
You just had to lean in to give her a hug when she said that. “Oh, Sunset, you’re so helpful!”
“… You did tell me you locked my loser friends in your basement and wouldn’t let them out until I flirted and slept with you, so…”
You had to frown, because that didn’t sound like you. Had you really done that?
Oh, right, probably. Your memory got a little fuzzy sometimes, 'cause Sunset took up so much space in your head, but you could see the sacks you'd used to kidnap them hanging from the wall in front of you.
Huh.
You shrugged. Worth it.
“The strength of love is defined not by how few problems it must overcome, but by how its problems are overcome,” you said, because you were very wise and informed about how to be the goodpeoples or whatever they were called. Those were, like, the opposite of bad people, so if you were one you couldn't be all that bad.
“… Why did I ever agree to this?”
“I did also offer to let you keep the tiny cage I put Twilight in. It’s really cute, would look great on your windowsill. Especially if you left Twilight in it. Double especially if you starved Spike for a few weeks and put him in there too.”
“Right, that’s why. She's so annoying, oh my god. Alright, we doing this?”
“Yes please.”
From a distant corner of the room, inside a tiny cage, you heard a pathetic moan, followed by words from a voice beside Sunset’s—hence one you didn’t particularly care about.
