Chapter 1View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 1“Sunset... Sunset Shimmer... Earth to Sunset... SUNSET!” Sunset looked up from her phone. “What?” “We're talking about what movie we're going to see Saturday,” said Rainbow Dash, “We're stuck in a three-way tie. You're the deciding vote.” “Oh,” Sunset glanced down at her phone, “What were the options again?” “There's the new PowerPonies movie, Jungle Ruler, and that slasher porn flick.” Sunset looked up in shock, “There's a slasher porn?” Rainbow threw up her hands, “No! I just wanted to see if you were listening! The last movie is Mare Do Well.” “Oh...” Sunset tapped on her screen, “I don't know if I'll be able to go on Saturday.” She jumped when the lunch table erupted with a “What?” “What do you mean you can't come?” Rainbow said, angrily, “We always go to the movies on Saturday! Not to mention, this is the third time now you've canceled.” “Well...” “What are ya doin' on that phone?” Applejack growled. She reached over to snatch it from Sunset. Sunset let out a yelp, but managed to lock her screen just in time. “What is going on with you?” Twilight Sparkle asked, “For months, you've been becoming more and more distant. Every time we're together, you've got your nose in that phone.” “Well...” She blushed when her phone vibrated. Applejack looked at the screen with a raised brow. “Who's 'Sweet Cakes'?” Sunset's face reddened. “She's... She's my girlfriend.” Oooh's resonated around the table. “When were you going to tell us, darling?” asked Rarity. “Is she nice?” asked Fluttershy. Pinkie Pie jumped at Sunset, “Tell us everything!” “Well,” Sunset began, “she's really smart and nice. And funny.” “I take it she doesn't go here” said Twilight. “No, she's a bit... older.” “Oh,” Applejack elbowed Sunset in the ribs, “Sunset's gone and snagged herself a college gal!” “Heh, something like that.” “So,” asked Rarity, “when are we going to meet her?” Sunset slumped, “I don't know. She's out of town quite a bit. Actually, she's coming back from a trip today. It's just hard to organize stuff with her schedule.” “Well,” said Twilight, “bring her around sometime. We'd love to meet her.” “Okay... Can I have my phone back?” Applejack held the device from her friend's reach. “Only if you break our tie.” “Okay,” Sunset sighed, “I pick Mare Do Well.” Rarity peeked around the corner. She spied Sunset as she stood at her locker, filling her bag with homework and what she needed to prepare for the next day. When Sunset moved out, Rarity wasn't too far behind. Rarity hid behind a bush as Sunset walked to the parking lot where her motorbike was parked. Not far away, a ride share was waiting for Rarity to follow. As Sunset prepared to take off, Rarity jumped into her own ride. “Follow that girl on the bike,” she instructed the driver. “Okie Dokie!” Rarity jumped, “Pinkie?” Pinkie beamed as she pulled forward and prepared to join traffic, “That's me!” “What... how... What are you doing here?” “Driving you, silly.” “No, I mean, I thought you worked at the diner.” “I do. This is just a side gig.” “On top of your regular job?” “Yep!” “But, why are you here?” “Saving up,” Pinkie said, “There're some sweet party things I want to get, but they're a bit pricey—even more than what I'm used to. I would pull more hours at the diner, but you know child labor laws, there's a cap as to how much I can work.” “You're still seventeen?” “You know my birthday's in late summer.” “Yeah... I guess I just keep forgetting you're among the youngest of us.” “So, why is Applejack not with you?” “She had her chores to tend to. We're going to meet up later at the Sweet Shoppe.” “Another date night?” Pinkie smiled. “With our schedules, we take them as we can get them.” She looked out the window. “Stop! There's Sunset's bike!” Pinkie pulled to the side and the two waited for Sunset to emerge from one of the nearby shops. A few minutes later, Sunset came walking from a florist shop with a bouquet of flowers. “Ooh,” Pinkie said, “Now I see why you wanted to follow Sunset. You want to know who her girlfriend is.” “Aren't you just as curious?” Rarity asked, keeping her eyes on Sunset. “Yeah, but I just figured Sunset would tell us in her own time.” “Well, I'm not quite that patient.” “I can tell.” “Get down!” Rarity yelled, “Here she comes!” Sunset whizzed by them on her bike, seemingly oblivious to the girls in the car. “Don't let her get away!” “On it!” smiled Pinkie. She put the car into gear and made chase after the girl on the bike. Sunset led them to a neighborhood in the upper part of town. Rarity was a bit surprised that she knew the area. She was a bit concerned that she knew the area very well. “Stop here,” she instructed Pinkie. “What's up?” “This street doesn't lead anywhere. Whatever happens, we can watch from here.” Rarity pointed to the houses down the block. One of which, Sunset had parked her bike in front of. The girls watched as Sunset went up the walk, jumped onto the porch and rang the doorbell. They held their breaths as the door opened and a woman came out to greet the visitor. “Wow, that's really an older woman,” said Pinkie, “Maybe she's Sweet Cake's mother.” Rarity was rather solemn, “I don't think so...” They watched as the older woman embraced Sunset and the two engaged in a passionate kiss. Pinkie sat in shock, “What do you suppose is going on?” “I don't know,” Rarity answered slowly, “But there's one thing I know for sure. Her name isn't 'Sweet Cakes'.”
Chapter 2View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 2Slap! The sound reverberated through the building. Everyone stopped to get a view of the group of girls standing in the hallway. By the expression of all but two of the girls, it was clear that one girl had struck the other. The whole school watched in anticipation of the next action. “Well?” she growled, “Have you nothing to say?” Sunset stood silently. Gently, she reached up and rubbed her stinging cheek. “Nothing that wouldn't get me hit again,” she said softly. Rarity's hand clenched into a fist, “How dare you?” “Do you really want to do this here?” Rarity's eyes narrowed, “Is that a threat?” “No, merely a suggestion. Look,” Sunset gestured to the rest of the corridor, “we're already the center of attention. I don't think you really want this to be public.” “You weren't thinking about that yesterday.” “So we like giving the neighbors something to gossip about. Who cares? We're two grown, consenting women.” “She's my mother!” Sunset folded her arms. “And who are you to dictate her love life? Besides, it's not like you have to see it. You live with your father.” “They're only separated, you know.” “Yeah, she told me. She's told me a lot of things. I'll admit, though, finding out she's your mom was a little shocking. Though, I did one up her by saying I was a pony from an alternate dimension. She took that one surprisingly well...” “And you were still fine with that?” “Okay, so you and I being friends does make things a bit... interesting. But, look, no one said you had to be involved!” Rarity's fists tightened. “You're talking about my own flesh and blood here, of course I'm involved! You're such a good friend, how'd you think I'd feel?” “You're one to talk. When were you going to tell her about Applejack?” “That's beside the point!” “Is it? Like mother, like daughter! Look, I've found something in Cookie that I have not found anywhere else. We're both grown adults, we know what we're getting into. And, I can tell you, it's not all what you think it is.” “I saw you two smooching it up at her front door. I'm pretty sure I know what it is. I'm sure if I went into her bedroom, I'd find your clothes there. Tell me you're not doing it.” “That's not really any of your business, but, yes,” Sunset smirked, “we're so doing it.” Rarity pounced with a mighty roar. She, instead, landed on Applejack, who had stepped between the girls. Applejack caught her girlfriend and took her aside in an effort to cool her down. Rainbow and Twilight jumped in front of Sunset to prevent her from exacting retaliation. Sunset, however, had nothing in mind. “I'm not asking for your blessing, or your approval,” she said, “But, now that you know, I only ask for your respect. Sunset dropped her book bag on the floor and collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. She smiled slightly as a nasaly-toned voice hit her ears. “Hi, dear, how was school?” Cookie Crumbles emerged from the kitchen with an after-school snack, “Oh,” she smiled, “I know that look. Rough day?” She set the plate on the coffee table and sat next to Sunset. Sunset nibbled on a carrot stick. “Kinda... Not really... I dunno... Rarity and I got into it.” “Oh?” “She knows.” “... Oh...” “She followed me here yesterday. I'm pretty sure she's followed me again.” She tried to look out to the street, “You may get an angry text soon.” “Oh, darling. Come here.” Cookie pulled Sunset close, cradling the younger's head upon her bosom. She gently stroked Sunset's hair, “I'll talk to her.” “I don't think she'll listen.” “You're forgetting: She's my daughter. I'll make her listen.” “There is one more thing.” “What?” Sunset winced, “I may have sarcastically told her something.” Sunset was finishing up her snack when the doorbell rang. She watched as Cookie went to answer the door. “Rarity!” the older woman exclaimed, “What a surprise! What brings you here?” “Mother,” Rarity said sternly, “we need to talk.” “Of course,” her mother said, “Come on in. We can sit down in the living room.” Sunset's ears perked up. 'What?' she thought, 'No! Not here!' “Won't you come on in?” Cookie said. Sunset panicked and quickly jumped over the back of the sofa. There was just enough space between it and the wall for her to hide. Only then, did she realize that she had left her book bag on the other side. She judged how much time she may have. Wiggling slightly, she made her way around the sofa, grabbed her bag and retreated back to her spot just in time for mother and daughter to enter the room. “On second thought,” Cookie said, “let's talk in the dining room. I just got the carpet in the living room shampooed. Want to keep it as clean as possible. “Now then,” Cookie said, taking a seat at the diningroom table, “what was it you wanted to talk about?” “You know exactly what,” Rarity sneered. Cookie continued to play dumb. “I haven't the foggiest.” “You're dating one of my best friends? What are you thinking?” “Oh, that,” Cookie waved, “Well, you never told me you had friends. How could I have known? You never tell me anything.” Rarity's teeth gritted. “How long?” “What?” “How long have you been seeing each other?” Cookie shrugged, “Couple months.” “And Dad doesn't know.” “Like he even cares,” her mother scoffed, “Listen, I'm only telling you this because you're old enough to understand. Your father isn't as faithful as you believe him to be. I would have left him years ago, but to go through with a divorce would not have been good for you or Sweetie Belle. Plus, it's all very messy.” “So, you just moved out and left us with Dad?” “I couldn't have you live with me. I travel too much. You're taking this very harshly.” “Excuse me if I'm having trouble accepting you're bedding one of my friends.” “Bedding? Oh, so, that's what she meant...” “What?” For once, Rarity's features softened. Suddenly, she understood the reality. “You're not really screwing Sunset, are you?” “Do you really want to know?” “No, not really." She released a long breath as she started to cool down. "Could you, at least, tell me how it happened?” “It was an accident, really. I'd gone out for a night on the town with some of the girls. Spoiled Rich had signed us up for a wine and paint at one of the local art galleries. Sunset was there volunteering as an assistant and art tutor. Well, long story short, the girls got drunk, we really didn't paint, and I got left behind at the gallery. “Sunset saw me alone and offered to get me a ride home. I had driven to the gallery, but was in no condition to drive. Well, somehow, Sunset ended up driving my car and, during the ride, we talked. It was late and I didn't want her walking home alone. She was such a dear, so I offered to put her up for the night. The following morning, I drove her back to the art gallery, and it all ended with us in a relationship.” Rarity fell back into her seat. “I never thought of you as being into girls.” “I never thought of myself as that adventurous.” “She's here now, isn't she?” Cookie nodded, “Hiding in the living room.” “Just wondering. I didn't see her bike outside.” “It's in the shop. She dropped it off on her way here.” Rarity rubbed her temples, “I'm sorry, Mother, but, this is just a lot to take in.” “The whole thing is a bit unorthodox, I'll admit, ” Cookie shrugged. “I wouldn't mind if it was anyone but Sunset,” she quickly clarified, “Not her, specifically—” “... just not someone you already had a relationship with” Cookie finished. “Exactly! I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that one of my best friends is dating my mother.” “It's not something you come across every day.” Rarity released a sigh. “Tomorrow is going to be fun. I mean, I'm happy for the both of you. It's just so weird.” “Oh, honey,” Cookie hugged her daughter, “We never meant for you to feel that way. If you feel uncomfortable, Sunset and I will keep our activities to a minimum around you. But, please respect the fact that we are together.” Rarity smiled, “I'll try to get used to it. Eventually.” She returned the hug. “Mom?” “Yes?” “Now that we're talking and being open about our relationships, there's something I should probably tell you.” Sunset had moved to the kitchen to start on her homework. It was secluded in the rear of the house and could not be seen from the front door. That way, Rarity could leave the dining room, located at the front of the house, without seeing Sunset. Cookie and Rarity had been in the dining room for quite a long time. In many ways, Sunset was glad. It gave mother and daughter some much-needed time together and gave Sunset ample time to work without interruption. Eventually, she heard movement in the house. She listened as the noises moved from the dining room to the front door. “Sunset?” Rarity's voice called out, “I'm not angry. I'll see you tomorrow.” Sunset let out a sigh as she heard the front door close. A little while later, Cookie walked into the kitchen. “Figured you'd move in here. How's the homework coming?” “Almost done” Sunset smiled as Cookie took a seat at the table, Just a few problems left.” “I love to watch you work. This all comes so easily to you.” Sunset shrugged, trying to remain humble, “It comes with the way I was raised. I've been doing equations since I was little. It's almost second nature at this point.” Cookie watched silently as Sunset worked out her calculus problems. “Sunset,” “Hm?” “You told Rarity we were having sex.” Sunset hung her head. “I didn't know what I was saying. It's her own fault. She backed me into a corner and wasn't relenting. When she made that accusation... Well, that's when I just told her what she wanted to hear. I know, I should have just kept my mouth shut. I know it upset Rarity, and, if it's caused any trouble between you two, I'm sorry.” Cookie smiled as she took Sunset's hand. “Do you?” “What?” “Do you want to do it?” She started gently rubbing Sunset's hand. “Well... Ah... I would be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind from time to time,” She took in a deep breath as Cookie's movements became more poignant. “It's certainly not an option off the table.” “How about on the table?” A blush came to Sunset's cheeks with a sudden rise in her heart rate, “I'd hate to have to think of the cleanup after.” Cookie moved closer, “Cleanup should be the least of your concerns.” “Mrs. Crumbles, if I didn't know any better, I would say you were trying to seduce me.” Cookie scooted her chair closer till she was seated next to Sunset. She gently reached up and cupped the young cheek. “Don't tell me it's not something you don't want” she said, slowly bringing Sunset's face closer to hers, “I can almost feel your desires radiating from your body.” Sunset let out a small meep as their lips met.
Chapter 3View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 3There was a slight spring in Sunset's step as she walked down the high school halls. “Well, someone had a good night.” Sunset spun around. “I'm not gonna say,” she teased. Though things quickly turned awkward when she realized the person asking was Rarity. “Ah! Rarity, I didn't mean....!” Her fears were quickly put to rest when Rarity gave her a gentle smile. “At least you're not one to kiss and tell,” the fashionista joked, “And I would thank you if I never hear what you and my mother do.” Sunset let out a light chuckle as she zipped her lips shut. “Mum's the word!... Erm...” she blushed at her awkward word choice. “So,” she rubbed the back of her head, “we're cool?” “Yeah,” Rarity nodded, “Let me just make one thing clear though, Sunset Shimmer.” Sunset raised a brow, “Oh?” She yelped as Rarity grabbed her by her jacket and slammed her backward into the lockers. “If you do anything to break her heart, I'll make more than sure to do everything in my power to ensure you live to regret it.” A smile crept across Sunset's face. “Understood.” “Well, you certainly seem in better spirits this afternoon.” Sunset checked the tuning of her guitar, “Rarity and I had a good talk today. We hammered things out and laid down some ground rules.” “Oh?” “Nothing that really effects us. She's just looking out for Sweetie Belle.” She strummed a G-chord progression as a test. “I listened to those albums you told me about. Why is all the good music old music?” Cookie laughed, “We had crap back then, too. Only the stuff worth remembering is what survives. You'll see. Just give it a few decades.” Sunset smiled, playing a riff from one of the songs she'd heard, “I don't know if I can wait that long.” “That's really good! You learned it that quickly?” “Rainbow is almost constantly changing our music. You learn to quickly learn things.” “That's right” Cookie nodded, “I keep forgetting you play in a band.” “I told you Rarity plays the keytar.” “Yes. I need to ask her to play for me sometime. So, what else have you got?” Sunset gave a knowing smile. Double checking her setup, she started the drum machine and began the intro to a instrumental rock piece. Cookie leaned back and listened as Sunset made the guitar sing. She listened as Sunset put her own spin on the classic song. Once the drums started up, she tapped her foot in time. She watched as Sunset's fingers danced on the fret board. The younger woman seemed so lost in her element. Excessive power chords and complicated runs, she was a rock musician through and through. She clapped when the song reached its conclusion. “You're amazing!” she smiled, making Sunset blush. “Did I ever mention that I traveled with a band? Sunset had to think. “Maybe in passing. That does sound familiar.” “Maybe I could go on the road with you sometime.” “Only if you can drive better than Applejack's grandmother.” Cookie laughed, “That bad?” “Oh, yeah... Good news is we don't travel out of town all that often.” “Well, regardless, I would like to sit in on one of your gigs. But, are the ears a common thing?” Sunset nearly dropped her guitar. “Huh?” she reached up on her head and felt a little pony ear. “Gah,” she growled, “I thought we had this under control.” “So it does happen often?” Sunset sheepishly smiled, “More that I care to tell.” “May I?” Sunset let out a light chuckle as she leaned her head forward for Cookie to examine the ears. She felt trembling fingers brush against the sensitive hairs. “They're so soft.” Cookie gently stroked and petted the ears. As she moved towards the base, Sunset slightly jolted, startling her. “That tickles!” Sunset laughed, shaking her head. “They really are very sensitive...” “About as sensitive as any other pony's.” Cookie watched with great wonder as the ears twitched under touch. Then, in a yellow light, the pony ears disappeared and Sunset's human ears reappeared. Cookie's jaw slackened. “You say all of you experience this?” Sunset laughed awkwardly, “Yeah. We've gotten used to it. Just a little weird explaining it to others.” She stiffened slightly as Cookie brought her into a hug. “Well,” the older woman said, “I find them absolutely adorable! They look so cute on you!” Sunset couldn't help but laugh. “Yeah, Rarity thought the same.” “You comparing me to my daughter now?” Cookie teased. “Kinda hard not to,” Sunset shrugged, “I mean, Rarity and I have been friends for a while. You two are more similar than you know. You're both very determined and hardworking. You have both accomplished much. She's taken much after you. You must be very proud of her.” “She sounds like a woman you would date.” Sunset shook her head. “Not Rarity. We both agree we can be friends, and that's it. Besides, she's far too young for me. I like more mature women,” she smirked, “Maybe, if she were her mother's age,...” “Oh, you little...!” Cookie playfully flung it a throw pillow. “H-ey!” laughed Sunset, dodging the projectile, “Watch the guitar!”
Chapter 4View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 4“Wake up!” Cookie teased. Sunset groaned, “Why? It's an extra half-hour's sleep.” Cookie laughed as she turned in the intersection, “You're really not a morning person, are you?” “Nope. It's in my name.” “You coming over after school?” Sunset shook her head, “Not today. There's some stuff I need to do at my apartment.” “What about tomorrow?” “I told the girls I'd go to the movies with them. Not like I can back out. They made me choose the movie.” “Why don't we go to the movies?” “Is there something you wanted to see?” “What's that new monster movie?” “Sharp Tooth?” Sunset laughed, “Really? You wanna see that? It looks so cheesy!” “Cheesy movies are the best.” “Okay, I'll look at the show times tomorrow. We'll do dinner and a movie?” Cookie smiled, “Now, that sounds like a date.” Sunset stretched as she walked away from her locker. Another week done and it felt so good to know she'd be getting a few days off. “Hey, Sunset!” Twilight Sparkle called out, running up to join Sunset, “You see my text?” Sunset gave her friend a thumbs up. “Food court, eleven o'clock,” she recited the text, “Got it!” “Okay, good,” Twilight smiled, “Not everyone responded, so I just wanted to be sure...” “We were in class, Twi,” Sunset said, “You know how they are about phones in the classroom.” She saw Twilight nervously fumble with her backpack straps. “Something on your mind?” Twilight blushed, “It's kinda silly...” “Try me.” Twilight fumbled further, “Isn't' it a bit awkward? You dating Rarity's mom, I mean.” “It's only awkward if you want it to be. Sure, it may take some people a little time to get used to it. But, when you look beyond all that, you'll find that Cookie is a really sweet and nice person. We have fun together.” “The age difference doesn't bother you?” “We both focus on the personalities of who we're with. Everything else becomes secondary. Plus,” she smiled with a twinkle in her eye, “there is a bit of a perk to dating someone quite a bit older than you.” Twilight's eyebrows raised, “Oh?” The girls walked outside to the front of the building where a convertible sports car was waiting at the curb. Standing by the school doors were a group of boys, eyeing the driver. “Woah, mama!” one of them said. “Hello, milf!” whistled another. A third howled, “Betcha she's a freak in the sheets!” Sunset chuckled saying aloud, “You fellas have no idea.” She bid goodbye to Twilight and walked over to the vehicle. Twilight watched perplexed as Sunset leaned over the driver-side door and briefly spoke with the woman. Then, to hers and the boys' surprise, Sunset and the driver locked lips and engaged in fervent kissing in front of the school. Twilight stood, stunned. Even as the two women broke a part and Sunset, waving goodbye, got into the passenger's seat. “I can't believe you made me do that,” Cookie laughed as they drove away. “What?” Sunset smiled, “If you heard what they were saying, you would have done it, too.” “Who was that girl you were with?” “Twilight.” Cookie took a moment to recall Sunset's friends. “She's the one who transferred from Crystal Prep, right?” “Yep.” “Poor girl. I think we broke her.” Sunset laughed, “She'll live.” She pulled out her phone and reviewed her texts. “Thanks for coming at such short notice.” “It's nothing. Just happy to hear that you're getting your bike back.” “Yeah, me too. I was a little worried when they said that they had to reorder a part.” “What happened?” “Their supplier sent the wrong part. Well, it was the right part, but for the wrong model.” “Still wrong.” “Yeah.” “So, you got all what done now?” Sunset went down a long list, “New breaks, shocks, clutch plates. They adjusted my alignment and drive chain. Also, while it was already there, I had them change the oil.” “Seems a lot.” “Well, most of it I'd do myself. Just not always easy to take a day or two off to take it all apart and tinker. Plus, breaks are the one thing I will not touch.” “Too touchy?” “More like a literal case of life and death. Plus, if they fail under a mechanic's watch, I can get a sweet payout.” “Well, I don't want them to fail.” Sunset laughed, “Neither do I!” “So, since we're already together, how about some dinner?” “Okay, sure.” “Good, we can try that cauliflower scampi recipe. I'll just drop you off and then run to the store. Meet you at my place?” “Sounds good. I'll just leave my bag with you.” Sunset finished cleaning the work surface. After throwing the trash away and putting the cutting boards and knives into the sink, she joined Cookie at the stove. She wrapped her arms around Cookie's waist, hugging her from behind. “Smells good,” she said. “You talking about the food, or me?” “Can I say both? Both smell good enough to eat,” she lightly nibbled on Cookie's ear. “Sunny!” Cookie chuckled, “Not while I'm cooking!” “Mmm...” Sunset moaned, “Can I help it?” “You can help by starting on the pasta.” “Where is it?” “In the pantry. The angel hair.” Sunset set a pot with salted water on the stove. As she waited for it to boil, she returned to her spot behind Cookie. “So,” she picked up Cookie's wine glass, “you haven't yet told me about your day.” “Not much to tell. And, should you really be drinking that?” Sunset took a whiff of the liquid as it swirled in the goblet. “I'm cooking. You should always taste the wine you're cooking with.” She tipped back the glass. “Wow, that's a lot sweeter than I thought it would be.” Cookie took back the drink, “You're playing sous-chef tonight.” “At any rate,” Sunset said, going for a drink of water, “I would still like to hear it. You always ask me about my day.” “Your days are far more interesting.” Sunset snorted, “I spend my days in a high school. It's the most boring existence ever!” Cookie laughed, “Well, I had a morning conference, followed by a lunch meeting. Then there was an early afternoon teatime, followed by a late afternoon meeting.” “Sounds like a busy day.” “It was exhausting.” “Sounds exhausting.” “But," Cookie smiled, "your texts kept me going.” “You sounded like you needed them.” “Sunset,” “Yes?” “Might want to check on your pot.”
Chapter 5View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 5Sunset looked at her phone. Five till eleven; right on time. She opened the door to the Canterlot Mall and walked from the foyer to the food court. Twilight and Rainbow Dash were seated at one of the tables, enjoying drinks. They waved to Sunset as she approached. “Morning!” she smiled, “Where's everyone else?” “Fluttershy is still at the shelter,” said Twilight, “She'll join us later. Applejack and Rarity on their way.” “Pinkie ran off to check out the new candy store,” Rainbow added, “She should be back soon.” “'Should be',” Sunset chuckled. She took a seat next to Rainbow Dash. “So, what did we decide on for lunch?” “Nothing concrete,” said Twilight, “But leaning towards Hamlet Lodge.” Sunset nodded her approval, “That's a good lunch/brunch place.” “I'm sure you're quite familiar with those,” Rainbow quipped. Sunset's eyes narrowed, “What's that supposed to mean?” Rainbow laughed, “Only old people go to those types of places. Being that you're dating one, no doubt, you've been there plenty of times!” She shuddered as Sunset towered over her. “Watch what you say about Cookie,” she growled. Rainbow quickly backed away, “Okay, sorry, forget I said anything. Geez, touchy much?” “Nope.” “You should have seen what she did after school yesterday,” Twilight said, “By the way, Sunset, a little heads-up would have been nice! You know how many awkward boners you sprung?” Rainbow's eyes grew wide, “That hot?” “Steamy.” Sunset waggled her eyebrows with a seductive growl. Rainbow jumped at Twilight, “Why didn't you take pictures?” “Hello, darlings!” sounded Rarity's ever-chipper voice, “Have you been waiting long?” “Not too long,” answered Twilight, pushing Rainbow away, “You want to get a drink before we head out?” Rarity squeezed Applejack's arm, “Applejack, if you could be a dear. I need to make a quick run to the lady's room.” “Sure,” Applejack smiled, “ya want yer usual?” Her cheeks reddened as Rarity kissed them. “You know me so well.” “I could use a drink, too,” said Sunset. “Fine,” Twilight said, tapping away at her phone, “That gives Pinkie some time to get back here.” Applejack and Sunset stood in line for The Juice Bar. Even with how early it was, a large crowd had already gathered. In a way, Applejack was glad she wasn't working this weekend. “So,” she wavered. Sunset raised an eyebrow, “So, what?” “So, what's Rarity's mom like?” “You mean 'like' like 'like' or 'like' like 'like like'?” “The like 'like'.” “So, what's she, like, like?” “Yeah... I guess?” Sunset laughed at Applejack's confusion, “Just spit it out!” “What's it like datin' Rarity's mom? I mean, is she anythin' like Rarity? Exact same? Complete opposite?” “Why?” Sunset gave a mischievous smile, “You wanna date her, too?” “What!” the farmer cried, “No! It's jus', I know Rarity's sister through Apple Bloom an' I've met her dad, but I've never met Rarity's mom. I'm jus' curious, is all.” Sunset's smile softened, “Well, on the surface, she is a lot like Rarity. But, also different at the same time. She's business minded, but her passions don't lie in fashion. She dresses sharply, but sensibly. Her outfits are always exquisite, but practical.” “So, an older Rarity?” “In a sense,” Sunset shrugged, “More like Rarity is a younger Cookie.” “Oh...” “She also has this distinctive accent, which I was not expecting.” Applejack let out a chuckle, “Mr. Hondo also has one. I was a little shocked, too.” Sunset giggled slightly. Though, a question lingered in her mind. She raised an eyebrow, “Is there someplace you wanted to go with this?” Applejack fiddled with her hat. “I dunno, maybe? It's jus' weird, ya know? I'm datin' the daughter an' yer seein' the mother. What if somethin' really crazy happens an' you become Rarity's step-mom an' my mother-in-law?” “Yeah, that does sound really crazy.” “...An' then, next thin' we know, Rarity's her own grandma.” “I am just going to avoid questioning what logic brought you to that situation. But, okay, I get it. Some people may be a little uncomfortable about it. I mean how would you react if we saw your Granny Smith walking around with a teenaged boy on her arm. What?” Applejack's face remained expressionless, “Ya don't even wanna know what Granny's into.” Sunset's cheeks reddened, “I'll take your word on it.” “Look, Sunset,” the farm girl continued, “Rarity would kill me if she ever found out, but I think ya oughtta know.” “Know what?” “She's not very happy about you datin' her mom.” “But—” Applejack held up her hand, “She says what she needs ta keep the peace, but, boy, do I get an earful of it.” “But why then...?” “Because she loves her mom and she loves you, in a friend sorta way. She wants ta see ya both happy...” “...just not necessarily with each other,” Sunset finished slowly. “Which is why she won't say anythin'.” “So, if she's confiding in you, why are you telling me?” “Because I care about both y'all. Rarity may be my girlfriend, but you're one of my best friends. An' I hate ta see ya both like this. I'd hate ta see somethin' come between ya.” Sunset sighed, “Think she'll ever come around?” “Maybe,” Applejack shrugged, “Jus' try ta be gentle with her. She's tryin' ta process a lot.” Drinks in hand, the girls reconvened with their friends. “Oh, thank-you, Lovey,” Rarity said, taking her drink from Applejack. She expressed her gratitude with a firm kiss on the lips, making Applejack turn a bright red. “Gosh darn-it, RarRar,” she whispered, flustered under her friends' snickers, “Not in public!” “Oh just admit it,” the other smirked, “You like it.” “Alright, you two” Pinkie Pie cried out, “Break it up! We've got candy to buy!” “I thought you already went to the candy store,” said Sunset. “That was just a reconnaissance mission," Pinkie waved, "Now is the real deal!” To say it was a “candy store” was an understatement. The small space had been filled to the brim with bins of any candy one could hope to imagine. Their selection ranged from import to domestic, from national to local. The staff seemed very knowledgeable of their product and appeared to already be close friends with Pinkie Pie. Though, that wasn't surprising to anybody. Sunset puttered around the store, taking in all the various sweets. “Hey, Sunset!” Sunset turned to see Rainbow waving to her from the door, “AJ and I are headed to the game shop. Wanna come along?” “You two run ahead” she replied, still glancing through the bins, “I'll meet you there in a bit.” “Looking for anything in particular?” asked Twilight. “Not really. I already found what I wanted,” she held up a small bag of assorted gummies, “Just thought I'd meander a little more.” Walking a little further down the aisle, she glanced upon caramel hard candies. The label read “Sea Salt Caramel – Local”. Sunset contemplated a moment before grabbing a bag. Measuring out a scoop, she filled the bag and labeled it. “I didn't know you liked salted caramel” Rarity commented. “She doesn't,” said Pinkie Pie, “Well, not by itself. Which means... Gasp! They're for someone!” Sunset winced, “They're for your mom.” Pinkie gasped again, “How do you know my mom?” “She means my mom,” Rarity said. “Oooh, that makes more sense...” “And she doesn't like salted caramel.” Sunset felt her face blush, “Yeah, she does.” “Since when?” “I dunno, but she has it in a candy dish and almost all the time in her coffee. Then, last night, we had salted caramel ice cream for dessert—” “Okay, I get it,” Rarity snapped, “You spend a lot of time with my mom.” She huffed as she stomped away. Sunset sighed, making her way to the pay counter, “I'll meet you girls at the video game store.” “About time you showed up!” Rainbow smiled, waving Sunset over to a display screen, “You gotta see this! They new trailer for Heir of Tirek is out!” “Awesome!” Sunset smiled, “I've heard about it. Have they announced a release date yet?” “Nope,” sighed Applejack, “Still just says next year.” “Drat! I still hold to my theory that Tirek isn't dead and that this whole 'heir' thing is just a rouse.” “Are you kidding?” Rainbow frowned, “We totally killed him in the last game!” “It doesn't make sense from a story standpoint! Why would you kill off your main villain in the second game? Should at least, save it for the third. You just watch, at the end of this game, Tirek will return.” “I don't care about the plot line,” Rainbow said, “All that matters is that we whoop butt!” “And that's why we'll never agree on video games.” “Okay, you two,” Applejack said, “Jus' simmer down a bit. How about we look at some games that don't have a story line?” Sunset and Rainbow stared each other down before breaking into a fit of giggles. “Yeah, we better,” Sunset said, wrapping her arm around Rainbow's shoulders, “We'll pick this up when the game gets out.” Rainbow smiled, “Oh, you're on!” The girls split up as they scoured the shelves for the newest games. “Hey, Applejack?” Sunset whispered, moving closer to her friend. Applejack cocked an eyebrow, “What's up?” “How much do you know of Rarity's relationship with her mom?” “What do you mean?” “Like, is it close? Strained?” “She doesn't really talk about it.” Sunset's face fell. “What's this all about?” “It's just,” Sunset rubbed the back of her head, “Rarity and I kinda got into it back at the candy store. She didn't seem to know what sort of candy Cookie likes.” “So, you're suspectin'...?” “Well, it kinda makes sense. Cookie doesn't seem to know much about what goes on in Rarity's life.” “Ya think Rarity's a bit jealous?” “Maybe, but I can't—” “There you are!” Twilight's voice called from the end of the stacks, “Fluttershy just texted that she's in the parking lot. We're all heading back to the food court.” “Why didn't you text us?” asked Sunset. “I did. You didn't respond.” The girls checked their phones. “Uh, when did ya send it?” asked Applejack. “Just a moment ago.” Suddenly, both phones dinged, indicating the arrival of a message. Twilight blushed, “I guess I forgot to account for the lag time.” Sunset just rolled her eyes as she pocketed her phone. For a Saturday, The Hamlet Lodge wasn't very packed. For once, it was surprisingly quick and easy to get a table for a party of seven. The restaurant had a quaint little hometown atmosphere that shone through in its decor and food. As they awaited their orders, Fluttershy explained she was running late because she had to prepare lunches for all the shelter animals. “Sounds like you were running a full cafeteria,” Twilight remarked. “More like a fancy restaurant,” said Fluttershy, “Each of them wanting their food in particular ways. Oh, sometimes, it's so hard to keep all their orders straight.” “Maybe I can give you a few pointers,” offered Pinkie Pie, “After all, keeping orders straight is what I'm known for at the diner.” “...among other things,” Rainbow whispered to anyone who would listen. “Oh, it's okay,” Fluttershy said, “It's a lot of fun. I've been enjoying it.” “Cooking is a lot of fun,” agreed Sunset. “I've never really known my mom to cook,” Rarity said, “In fact, as far as I know, neither of my parents are much of cooks.” “Neither am I. Cookie and I have been learning together.” “Are you any good?” asked Rainbow Dash. Sunset shrugged, “We haven't poisoned ourselves yet.”
Chapter 6View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 6“You have a good day yesterday?” “It was nice. We mostly just walked around and did nothing. Except for Rarity. She just can't not shop.” Cookie chuckled, wiping her mouth with her napkin, “She gets that from her father.” “You saw my text on the showtimes?” “Yep. How's Wednesday for you?” “That should work.” “How was your movie?” “Pretty good. I don't know if it's just me, but it seems the series just keeps getting darker.” “It's what the crowds go for.” “...maybe...” “Sunset,” “Hm?” “Is something bothering you?” Sunset looked down at her plate. She'd barely touched her lunch. Much of it had been pushed to the edges and a clearing had been formed in the middle of the dish. It really was a shame. She generally enjoyed Cookie's veggie loaf, even if it was from a store-bought kit. “Sunset?” Sunset felt a hand placed on hers. Looking up, her eyes locked with Cookie's. She looked worried. Sunset gave a small smile, which eased the older woman slightly. “Honey,” she said softly, “what's the matter?” “Nothing.” She felt Cookie's grip tighten. “That looks like a whole lot of nothing.” She pulled Sunset closer to her, letting the younger girl rest upon her. She speared a piece of the loaf with Sunset's fork and held it for Sunset to eat, “You know I don't like it when you don't eat.” “But, I like it when you feed me,” Sunset smirked, taking the bite. “So, what's on your mind?” “I can't say,” Sunset sighed, “Not right now. Maybe later.” “Fine,” Cookie said, offering Sunset another piece of loaf, “keep your little secret. I'll wrangle it out of you eventually.” Sunset looked up at Cookie, “Kiss me.” “Why?” “Do I need a reason?” “Never do anything without a reason.” Sunset playfully rolled her eyes, “Fine. Because it's been a while since I last kissed my girlfriend.” She smiled as their lips locked. “Better?” Cookie asked. “I think,” Sunset's smile widened, “How about one more for good measure?” “How about a trade?” “I think I know what you want, but I can't give it right now. Would you be willing to give me an advance?” “Maybe,” Cookie traced a finger along Sunset's jawline, “But then the price would be doubled.” “Hard to double something you only have one of.” “Then, perhaps,” her hand followed down Sunset's neck to her collar bone, “another mode of payment?” “Such as?” She felt Cookie's hand move further downward. “Such as...” She squeezed, eliciting a moan from Sunset. A devilish smile crossed Sunset's lips. “That," she said, "I think I can do.” Cookie traced her fingers up and down Sunset's spine. “What are you reading?” “The Scarlet Pimpernel.” “For fun? Or—” “No, this is for school. We're supposed to read about half of it in preparation for tomorrow.” “In preparation for what?” Sunset shrugged, “Who knows. Why did you stop? It was feeling good.” “Because you still haven't told me what is bothering you.” Sunset set down her book with a sigh. She wrapped her arms around Cookie, pulling her in close, “It's nothing you need to worry about.” Cookie shook her head, “It worries you, so it worries me.”
Chapter 7View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 7Sunset collapsed onto the couch. Cookie placed Sunset's snack, a sliced apple, on the coffee table, “Sounds like you had a good day.” “Mondays are always horrible.” A smile formed on her lips as Cookie sat down beside her. “Doesn't get any better.” “Remind me to become a millionaire by the time I graduate.” “Better hurry up. You don't have much longer to go.” “Darn-it!” Sunset chuckled. “Come-on,” Cookie slapped Sunset's knee, “Eat your snack then you can help me with dinner. Maybe a little cooking will help get your mind off things.” “It's not really cooking if all we have to do is reheat stuff.” With a full stomach, Sunset fell back onto the sofa. As much as she knew she needed to start on her homework, an after-dinner nap sounded much more appealing. Which was why she was slightly annoyed when she was pulled back to the waking world by the sound of her ringtone. She checked the caller ID and sighed as she answered: “Hey, Rares... Uh, you wanted to work on that tonight? I thought— No, that's fine. It's just... Well,” she winced, “I'm not exactly at home right now... Yes...” “Tell her to bring Applejack,” Cookie called from the kitchen. “She says bring Applejack... Well, she can come after. It'll give Cookie someone to talk to while we're working... I dunno, two, three hours, at least... Just give her the address. We'll give her dinner... It's curry tonight. There's some for you, too, if you want. We made a huge batch last night... Yeah, we still haven't quite figured out portion control... Oh, well, maybe you can have dessert with us... It's a rice pudding... I dunno, whatever recipe we found online that sounded similar to what The Tasty Treat has. Tell you the truth,” she chuckled, “we haven't tried it yet. May want to bring something as a backup. “... Okay,” she checked the time, “see you in an hour then?... Okay, I'll have a place set up for us... See ya.” She sighed once again as she ended the call. “She's coming over then?” asked Cookie. “Yep.” “Where are you going to work?” “Might as well do it here. The kitchen is in too much of a mess. And it's not fun working over the sound of the dishwasher.” “What about Applejack?” “We'll see.” Almost exactly an hour later, the doorbell rang. Cookie went to answer it and, shortly she and Rarity joined Sunset in the living room. “So, how were you wanting to tackle this?” Sunset asked, looking over their assignment. “Well, did Ms. Cheerilee say how detailed she wanted our answers to be?” said Rarity. “If I remember, she said something about them being mini essays. Something that we can build a discussion from in class.” “May I ask what your assignment is?” Cookie asked as she placed down cups of coffee for the girls. “We're to analyze The Scarlet Pimpernel,” replied Rarity, “Then, make a short presentation in class for discussion.” “The whole book?” “No,” said Sunset, “Ms. Cheerilee broke it down in to chunks. Rarity and I are looking at the first five chapters.” “So, what are you going to talk about?” “That's what we're trying to figure out. Ms. Cheerilee left it open. She's more interested in what we find interesting or notice.” “She did give us some guidance,” explained Rarity, handing Cookie their handout, “She said to look at things like characters and themes.” “We can also look a little into the history of the author and the era in which the book was written,” Sunset added. “Well,” Cookie read the paper, “that certainly explains why Sunset was up all night reading.” Rarity's face flushed while Sunset nervously gulped. Rarity and Sunset were deep into their studies when the doorbell chimed. “Oh,” Rarity said, jumping up, “that would be Applejack!” “I'll get it,” Cookie said, “You two look very engrossed in your work.” She opened the door and instantly welcomed in the visitor. “You must be Applejack,” she smiled, “It's a pleasure to finally meet you!” “Same here, Ma'am,” Applejack smiled, timidly. “Oh, drop the ma'am stuff,” Cookie chortled, “Just Cookie will do.” “Uh, sure Ms. Cookie.” Cookie laughed, calling into the living room, “You never said she was so polite!” She laughed once more, bringing the farm girl into a half hug. “Have you eaten, my dear?” “Uh, not really...” “Do you like curry?” Applejack awkwardly chuckled, “Rarity's kinda forced me to develop a taste for it.” “Good, then you won't go to bed hungry tonight.” She led Applejack to the kitchen via the living room where Rarity briefly greeted her girlfriend. “Why don't you join us out here?” she asked, “Sunset and I can clean off a little place for you.” Sunset had already begun clearing a corner of the coffee table. “If you don't mind?” Applejack turned to Cookie. The elder woman waved her off, “Whatever you girls want. Go ahead and sit down, Applejack, it'll take a while to heat everything up. Do you want a drink?” “Water, if you don't mind,” Applejack said, taking a seat on the floor near Rarity. As Cookie went into the kitchen, Applejack glanced over the other's homework. “Scarlet Pimpernel, huh?” “Yep,” said Sunset, “Hey, you had Ms. Cheerilee last semester, right?” “Yep.” “What did you do for your analysis?” “Uhm...” Applejack looked at the ceiling in thought, “Octavia and I focused on the character of Marguerite and discussed whether or not she could be classified as an early-feminist icon.” “Well, we can't do that,” said Rarity. “Yeah," Applejack shrugged slightly, "we were given some of the later chapters.” She smiled to Rarity's mom as the latter emerged from the kitchen with a tall glass of water. “So, what did you decide on?” asked Cookie. “We've decided to focus on the author,” Sunset said, scrolling through her phone, “How her flight from Hungary as a child to escape a peasant uprising may have influenced the setting and character of the Scarlet Pimpernel.” “Sounds like you've got a lot of research to do.” “Not too much,” said Sunset, “I will need to use your printer, though.” “I'd better make sure it's on, then,” Cookie smiled. “Are you going to email the stuff to her?” asked Rarity. Sunset shook her head, showing Rarity the printer app on her phone, “I can access the printer through the WiFi.” “She gave you her WiFi password?” Sunset slightly shrunk away, “Yes?” “I suppose you have a key to the front door, too.” Sunset gulped, “Uhm..” She slid slightly away from Rarity as Applejack scooted in. Applejack wrapped an arm around her girlfriend and pulled her close. “It's okay,” she whispered into Rarity's ear, “Jus' remember what we talked about.” She knew Rarity couldn't say anything at the moment, but the calm breathing told her that Rarity would be alright. “Printer's all set,” announced Cookie, “I put more paper in it, so you can print to your heart's content.” She made a quick sweep of the girls. “Now then, Applejack, let's get you some dinner.” Applejack carried her emptied dish back to the kitchen. “That was amazin', Ms. Cookie,” she said, “Uh, do ya need any help with the dishes?” “If you don't mind,” smiled Cookie, “I'd like to get to know you a little more. Have a little talk,” she winked, “woman to woman.” Applejack sheepishly smiled. “But, first,” the elder woman said, pulling out a tray of little rice pudding cups, “Let's enjoy our dessert. Will you grab the coffee?” Cookie loaded the dishwasher while Applejack tended to the pots in the sink. “So,” Applejack shuffled slightly, “you say you're heard a lot about me, but I really haven't heard much about ya. I mean, that really doesn't sound a whole lot like Rarity.” “It wasn't Rarity,” Cookie said, solemnly. Applejack raised an eyebrow, but waited for Cookie to continue. “Sunset has been telling me everything about you and your friends. She left out the part of you dating my daughter, though.” “I guess she wanted ya ta hear that from Rarity.” She slowly wiped a pot with a soapy dish rag, “To be honest, Rarity has told me nearly nothing about you. If ya don't mind my askin', jus' how is yer relationship with Rarity?” Cookie heaved a sad sigh, “I don't really have one, with either of my daughters. Sure, I see them from time to time, and they spend weekends or full weeks with me around the holidays, and we talk on the phone every so often. But, I'm almost a stranger to them.” “Forgive me, but that's a little impossible to believe, considerin' y'all live in the same city.” “It's just how things worked out. I've tried. But, they've gone off and done their own things. I'm sure you have a good relationship with your mother.” Applejack's head bowed slightly, “I lost my mother when I was little. My father, too. My siblin's and I were raised by our grandmother.” “Oh, hon, I'm so sorry.” “Thanks,” the girl smiled, “But, it's okay. Yeah, we miss 'em, but we've also learned to move on.” “Still, it's not easy. I lost my mother when I was fairly young, too. Not as young as you, but I was in college.” “I'm sorry to hear that.” Cookie smiled, “So, it would appear you and I have a lot to talk about. Why don't you finish up those pots, I'll put on some coffee, and you and I can talk in here and leave those two to work in peace.” Applejack cracked a smile, “I'd like that.” The laughter in the kitchen was interrupted by a newcomer. “Done?” Cookie asked. Sunset shook her head. “Almost, but we needed a break,” she stretched, “Rarity ran off to the bathroom and I need more coffee.” She refreshed her cup, “Hope you two aren't swapping embarrassing stories.” “None that concern you, dear,” Cookie said, tugging at Sunset's hand. “Oh,” Sunset said, taking a sip, “Then I shall take that in that I have everything to fear.” She chuckled as Cookie pulled her toward the table, their lips meeting in a kiss. “You staying the night?” Cookie asked. “I just might,” Sunset took another sip, “At this rate, I'm gonna be too wired to drive home.” “Ya might want to ask Rarity what she wants ta do,” Applejack said, “I was plannin' on givin' her a lift home, but if yer gonna work any later, that may not work. I promised Granny I'd be home this side of midnight.” “What time is it now?” asked Cookie. “Going on ten,” answered Sunset. She glanced upon a body in the hallway. “We're in here, Rarity,” she called out. She pointed to the coffee pot, “You want some?” Rarity declined, “I think I've had enough. So, what's with the committee?” “We're discussing how much more we want to work.” “Well,” Rarity pondered, “how late were you planning on working?” “That's kinda up to you,” Cookie said, “Sunset has already planned on staying the night. If you want to, too—” “I'd like to get it done tonight, if at all possible,” Rarity said, quickly. “Same,” agreed Sunset. “So, I'll prepare the guest room for you, then” said Cookie, “Just let your father know you'll be spending the night with me.” “In that case,” Applejack arose, “I'll be takin' my leave. Ms. Cookie, it was a pleasure meetin' you.” “Same here,” Cookie smiled, “And I expect to be seeing more of you.” “I'll see you out,” Rarity said, gently taking Applejack's hand. Alone, Sunset turned to Cookie. “I'll sleep in the den tonight.” Cookie sounded mildly shocked, “What? Why?” “Part of my little agreement with Rarity.” “You don't want her to worrying about what we may do?” “She doesn't want to know what we do.” Sunset sighed as she slid into a chair, “Look, I don't think Rarity is yet fully comfortable with us as a couple. But, she's promised to give us a chance if I promised a few things. Please, just humor me.” “This is what was bugging you yesterday,” it was more statement than question. “Part of it.” “Okay,” Cookie acquiesced, “but don't be surprised if you wake up in the middle of the night to find another body in your bed.” Sunset chuckled as she and Cookie kissed, “You're such a scoundrel.”
Chapter 8View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 8“Do you want to freshen up a bit before we go?” Sunset parked her bike in the garage. “Yeah,” she said, “Give me about fifteen minutes.” She kissed Cookie as she entered the main house. Cookie followed Sunset through the house, to the master suite, “Have a good day at school?” “Hmhm.” “How did your presentation go?” “Okay, I guess,” Sunset shrugged, removing her shirt, “We got some decent discussion out of it. So, in that case, I guess it was a success.” “Do you have a lot of homework tonight?” “Just math, as usual. Have you seen my blouse?” “Which one?” “The light turquoise one.” “Oh, I may have thrown it in the wash. Check my laundry basket.” She pointed to a far corner of the room. Sunset did as told and found her item. “How did it get there?” “You threw it there.” “When?” “The other night,” Cookie said, somewhat seductively. Sunset paused, remembering the other night. “Oh...” A clean shirt, a makeup touch-up, a quick brush of hair, and Sunset was ready for a night on the town. She grabbed her leather jacket and followed Cookie down to the car. “You got the tickets?” Cookie asked, opening the garage door with her remote. “Bought them the other day” Sunset climbed into the car, “You got the reservation?” Cookie started the engine, “Made it the other day.” While not the fanciest place in town, Cuccagna's was the place to eat at the Canterlot Mall. Reservations often were made a day in advance. Though, on occasion, one might be able to walk in and get a table. Though, such instances were rare. It was a perfect, if not a bit overly-luxurious, place for a date night dinner. “Why don't you enjoy a glass of wine with your dinner?” Sunset asked as the waiter walked away after taking their order. “I don't want to leave you the only one sober.” “You know I have no problem driving home.” “Yes, but the question then becomes what happens when we get home.” Sunset gave a sly smile, “Let's try putting a glass or two in you and find out.” “Who's the enabler now?” chuckled Cookie. “I just want you to have a good time.” Cookie took Sunset's hand in hers, “Honey, with you, I'm capable of having a good time, sober or not. But, now that you've brought it up,” she hailed for their waiter, “I do think a good Verdicchio will go quite nicely with my fettuccine.” “You know,” Sunset chuckled, “I don't know about having a seafood dinner only to watch a movie involving a sea monster later.” “It's called creating a theme. And only one of us is having seafood.” “Yeah," Sunset rolled her eyes, "don't think I'll be trying any meat anytime soon.” Cookie and Sunset walked through the mall. Sunset's face was slightly blushed. There was always a certain feeling she got when Cookie was on her arm. “Hey,” Cookie said, pointing into the lobby of the movie theater, “Isn't that Applejack? I didn't know they were also doing a date night!” A clump formed in Sunset's stomach, “Neither did I.” Applejack noticed the couple as they entered the lobby and had their tickets scanned. She greeted them in her usual manner. “Fancy meetin' you here,” she said, “Guess we all had the same idea.” “Maybe,” said Sunset, “What movie are you watching?” “Jungle Ruler. You?” “Sharp Tooth.” “Huh, we were looking at that one. Let us know how it was.” “Will do.” She looked around, “Where's Rarity?” Applejack thumbed towards the restrooms. “Ladies' room. I was just buying our tickets.” “Well,” Sunset unhooked her arm from Cookie's, “if you want to wait here, I'll go buy our popcorn.” Rarity walked up not long after Sunset had left. She was a little shocked to see her mother. “Believe it or not,” Cookie chuckled, “I do get out.” “I guess it's just not often you run across your mother on a date,” Rarity said, “I take it Sunset is around here somewhere?” “At the concession stand,” said Applejack, “Speakin' of which, I'd better get our own.” She handed their tickets to Rarity, “You better hang on ta these. I'm liable ta lose 'em.” Alone, mother and daughter stared at each other. “So,” Rarity said. Cookie tilted her head, “So?” “So,” Rarity wavered, “you and Sunset go out often?” “Not too often. It's hard working around our schedules; hers school and mine work. You and Applejack?” “We try. But, yeah, school and work do make things a bit difficult.” “It was nice having you over the other night. Even if we didn't get to spend much time together.” “It was a bit impromptu. But, I was glad you finally got to meet Applejack.” “She seems like a nice girl.” “Yeah...” “Rarity?” “Yes?” “I'd...” Cookie faltered, “I'd like to see more of you. Not just you, but Sweetie Belle as well. All of this, well, I'm just starting to see what I've been missing.” Rarity opened her mouth to say something, but then Sunset and Applejack returned with popcorn and drinks. “We'd better hurry,” Sunset said to Cookie, “Our movie starts in five.” Cookie checked the time. “Oh, right you are!” She smiled to Rarity, “I'll see you later?” Rarity just smiled back. Sunset and Cookie laughed as they exited the theater. “Okay,” Sunset said, “that was a lot more fun that I thought it would be.” “What did I tell you about cheesy movies?” “Who said I was saying anything about the movie?” Cookie raised an eyebrow, “You'd never done that before?” Sunset's cheeks reddened slightly, “Let's just say, not everyone is as adventurous as you.” “Well,” Cookie smiled, pulling Sunset closer to her, “seems we need to watch more cheesy movies.” “Hey, y'all!” Sunset spun around. “AJ! Your movie just let out?” “Eyup.” “Where's Rarity?” asked Cookie. Applejack pointed to the restrooms. “Again?” Applejack held up the large drink cup. “She downed five of these. I'm surprised she made it through the whole movie!” “That reminds me,” said Sunset, shaking her own empty cup, “I'm going to see about getting a refill.” As Sunset walked away, Applejack gestured to an empty table, “Shall we take a seat?” Cookie shrugged, “Might as well.” Sitting down, Cookie observed the younger woman. “Is there something on your mind?” Applejack seemed hesitant to answer. “It's jus',” she began, “I don't know how to put this.” “Just try,” Cookie gently smiled. “It may not be my place ta say, but I feel that I hafta.” Cookie slightly frowned. Applejack breathed a heavy sigh and nervously played with her hat. “I think yer relationship with Sunset is ruinin' her relationship with Rarity.” Cookie's frown deepened, but she allowed Applejack to continue. “I think Rarity is jealous of Sunset. Actually, I'm more than certain of it.” “Why would she be jealous?” “You said it yerself, you don't have a good relationship with yer daughters. Rarity practically grew up without ya. Now, she sees you runnin' around and doin' stuff with not jus' a girl her own age, but a close friend? Lovey dovey stuff aside, if anyone were ta look at ya, they'd think Sunset was yer daughter, not Rarity.” Cookie fell back into her seat, “You think Rarity feels replaced?” Applejack shrugged, “A bit? She hasn't said so much to me, but that is what I've been gettin'. I know it's all a bit hard. She really loves you and wants you to be happy. And she and Sunset have their own friend thin' goin' on.” Cookie sighed, running her fingers through her hair, “While I'm glad she's accepted my dating Sunset, I'd never wanted her to have any feelings like this. What are your thoughts on all of this?” “Thar's really no easy way about it. Fact is,” she smiled as she spotted Rarity and Sunset walking towards the table, “we have a love for both of 'em.” “Hey,” Sunset asked, “are you okay? You've been awfully quiet ever since we said goodbye to Rarity and Applejack.” Cookie looked out the window as the world drove by. “I'm fine,” she said, “Just a little tired. Think that wine finally kicked in.” Sunset smiled, keeping her eyes on the road. “Don't worry, we'll be home soon. Guess you'll just want to go straight to bed.” “Probably...” “It's okay,” she gently grabbed a hold of Cookie's hand, “I'll see myself out.”
Chapter 9View OnlineBetween a Lover and a FriendChapter 9Sunset frowned as she glanced at her phone. She was getting worried. Two days, and Cookie had yet to answer her texts. They'd had days before where Cookie was so wrapped up in her work that she might miss a day. But, those days also often coincided with when she was on a business trip. Unless she was suddenly called away. Even then, Sunset would have received a brief text of explanation. No, Cookie was still in town. But, remaining silent. With the sound of the last bell, Sunset was immediately on her motorbike and headed towards Cookie's residence. Reaching the house, she parked her bike in the driveway and ran to the front door. “Cookie?” she called, ringing the bell. No answer. She tried again. “Cookie? Please? Can we talk? If it was something I did, I'm sorry. But, please, honey? Let me know what it was!” She let out a yelp as the door slowly opened. A slight wave of relief washed over her. “Cookie, what's going on? Are you okay? You've had me so worried.” “No,” Cookie said, solemnly, “I'm okay.” “Then, why haven't you been answering my texts?” “Why don't you come in?” Greatly confused, Sunset stepped inside and followed Cookie to the living room. “Are you feeling alright?” Cookie took in a deep breath, “Sunset, we need to talk.” Sunset felt a pit form in her stomach as she sat down, “Oh, no...” “I'm sorry," Cookie said, "I should have answered your texts. I didn't mean to scare you.” “Please,” Sunset pleaded, pulling Cookie to be seated next to her, “just tell me what is going on.” “I've been talking with Rarity.” “What?” Sunset blinked, “That's great news! Isn't it? You've been wanting to be closer to her.” She studied her girlfriend's face, “Cookie?” “I'm thinking maybe we should call it off.” A lump formed in Sunset's throat, “Call what off?” “Us.” Sunset's brow furled, “What? Why?” She felt Cookie's hands encase hers. Her confusion grew as Cookie choked on her words: “You and Rarity mean so much to me. And, I also know how much you two mean to each other. And," she took in a deep breath, "I don't want to be the wedge that drives you two apart.” “What are you talking about?” “Surely, you've noticed it, too.” Sunset's posture fell. “Yeah," she said, solemnly, "but I've mostly just been ignoring it. She was never really happy with us being together, was she?” “No, as much as she tried.” “I'm just sorry she feels that way.” “It's not entirely her fault,” Cookie said, sternly, “I'm afraid I'm much to blame.” She choked up a little as Sunset arose from the couch and walked to the other end of the room. “Well, I guess we both knew it couldn't last. Only a matter of time before...” she sighed, running her fingers through her hair, “It was fun while it lasted.” “I've had fun these past months, too,” Cookie said, “Though, I hope that this doesn't mean that we're done for good. I'd like for us to remain friends and, maybe, one day, we could pick up where we left off?” “That'd be nice. Well,” Sunset sighed, “I guess I'll be going, then.” She started to walk towards the door, but something held her. Looking back, she saw Cookie was still holding her hand, their fingers interlaced. She looked questioningly at Cookie. The older woman gave a weak smile, “If this is it, I'd like to have one, last weekend together. One we can both remember.” Sunset smiled slightly as they fell into a tearful embrace, “I'd like that.” Author's Note Hey, folks! As mentioned before,this was written for Oroboro's Sunset Shipping Contest. Go check it out, if you haven't already. Also, since this is one of three stories written, go check out my other two here and here Till later, y'all!