Chapters There was a time when Sunset Shimmer believed herself above romantic entanglements. Certainly, she'd used boys and sometimes girls in the darker days of her past, but they were exploited as trophies, status symbols, pawns. No, despite the wonderful friends she'd made, she'd become resigned to pursuits that she hoped would ultimately better her.
Until the day when Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash dragged her out to a local dance club. With a groan she'd reluctantly attended after their incessant begging, the pair convinced she needed to lighten up and try something new. She'd argued about her vast array of hobbies, from motorbiking to fencing, but they refused to let up until she went at least once.
The blaring music and the cascade of neon piercing the darkness proved almost unbearable. She chose to be the wallflower of the night, sticking to a dark corner and nursing a soda, while her two companions danced themselves into a sweaty mess. A number of guys approached her, but she politely turned them down, then more forcefully when some didn't get the message.
The walls shook and the floor vibrated. Everywhere she turned couples were enjoying their company or singles were mingling and seeking out someone. It was nice to live vicariously for a bit, but she decided this lifestyle wasn't for her.
That was when her eyes drifted to her. A gothic beauty with her hair pulled into a pair of braids that fell over slender shoulders. A black spiderweb dress clung to ample curves, the silk transparent and the cobweb strands barely obscuring her unmentionables. Even her fingernails were done up in similar patterns, her stiletto-heeled boots clicking when she walked.
Sunset swallowed hard, unable to take her eyes off her. She didn't like to think herself superficial, but if she believed in love-at-first-sight, this would've been it. She simply needed to approach her. But how? Someone that delectable was surely taken.
A number of excuses played in her head. All of them sounded increasingly lame. She practically shook when she took the first step in her direction by the bar. What if she shot her down? Laughed at her? But she simply couldn't let her walk out of her life!
Her heart nearly stopped when the stranger turned and studied her with a neutral look. Sunset paused nearly mid-step and tried to hide her visible swallow. “It's okay. Come closer. I don't bite.” Her voice was soft-spoken, barely audible over the noise, her drawl slow and sensuous, like she was chewing on every last word. She smiled softly, dark eyes painted with fake tears down her cheeks. “My name is Inky Rose.” She reclined a curvy hip on the counter. “And may I ask who you are?”
“S-Sunset Shimmer!” She wanted to slap herself when the words spilled out too quickly. Could she act any less cool?
“Cute name. Mmm, I think I've heard it somewhere before...”
Nervous laughter escaped her. “Just a coincidence, I'm sure!” The last thing she wanted was Inky recalling how crappy she'd once acted. Sometimes it felt like her past would haunt her forever. “Anyhow, um, I like your dress!”
“Thank you. Yours is also nice,” said Inky with a small flutter of her eyelashes while she drank in Sunset's old costume. “The jacket and boots especially are a nice touch.” She reached over and brushed a few stray hairs out of Sunset's face.
She couldn't help but shiver at the contact, her cheeks burning and her stomach knotting. “Could...could I have your number? I mean, uh, so maybe you could tell me sometime about where you got your clothes?”
“Certainly.” She reached onto the counter and dug into a black purse, withdrawing a cellphone with a ribcage-like case. “Here.” The pair exchanged numbers. She immediately started typing something in.
Sunset looked at the message she'd sent. “You're cute. Want to go somewhere more private?” She read it aloud and burned even brighter. “S-sure. Just let me tell my friends, okay?” Inky nodded once as she practically hurtled away.
Pinkie and Rainbow teased and prodded her, nudging her in the ribs and telling her to have fun with whatever boy she'd met. Sunset stared at her boots and excused herself, then hurried back to her new companion, afraid she'd simply disappear. Thankfully she was waiting, and with a sly smile, offered her slender hand and led her from the club into a cab she'd called.
Pretty soon they were crashing at Inky's pad; an art studio filled with her abstract works that bordered between sensual and grotesque. “Usually, these frighten would-be paramours off. But you look capable of handling it.” She took her on a little tour around the area, past the busts, paintings, and sculptures, but to Sunset's shame she couldn't stop studying the way her sensual figure moved under the incredibly thin attire each time she sashayed her wide hips, breasts, and buttocks. “See something you like?” Sunset snapped back to reality and shyly met her gaze. “It's okay. I'm pleased with what I see, too.”
Sunset carefully slid away her leather jacket and placed it on a coat rack which resembled a skeleton. “Quite a nice place you have here. Love the décor.” She looked over an umbrella hung there which had a stylized bat handle.
“A home is one's sanctuary. It should be personalized to perfection. How would you like to model for me?”
“I'd love to.” She ran her hands through her hair self-consciously, wanting to look perfect.
“What about nude modeling? Would you be up for that?” She drank in Sunset's ample physique.
“N-nude?! Well...” She wasn't opposed to the idea. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more intrigued she became. “Okay. But this is only for personal use, right? I'd rather not let any of my friends see me like this.”
"Of course. Maybe it would make this easier if I went first?” Inky rose slid down the straps of her dress which pooled at her feet, leaving her naked save for her boots, which she also kicked aside in a casual manner.
“You certainly move fast. I can work with that.” Carefully she removed her blouse, then her skirt, almost like she was doing a playful striptease. And wasn't she, after all? She unlatched her bra, discarding the garment, then stepped out of her boots, followed by her panties which she slid down. She settled her bottom onto a chair, shifting it across the cool surface.
“Make yourself comfortable. I want to capture you at your most natural.” Forming a square with her index fingers and thumbs, she peeked an eye through, framing her subject. “Lovely as the sunset you're named after.”
“Flatterer.” But she laughed as her tummy fluttered. At first she'd been tempted to cover herself, but her tensed muscles were relaxing. Maybe she enjoyed being viewed like this? She posed in a bashful manner, Inky Rose setting up her equipment, which included a blank canvas on a stand and a palette. Pretty soon she was hard at work, eyes rapidly switching between them.
An hour passed while she worked in silence. This was a side of herself Sunset never dared show to anyone; not even Flash Sentry who she'd barely even kissed. Even back in Equestria, she'd never been with a stallion, let-alone a mare!
Giddiness threatened to overwhelm her and made her squirm. A part of her wanted to share the news with all her friends. But at the same time she dreaded the idea. What would they think? Would they mock, shun, disown her? No, they weren't like that. They'd understand. Besides, she couldn't assume Inky felt the same way, despite the obvious attraction between them.
“Done.” Inky waited a moment to make certain the paint was dried enough before she held up the canvas. “What do you think? And be honest. I can take criticism.” Nevertheless her gaze was intense, patient yet expectant.
“I wish I were that hot!” Sunset took in the almost angelic figure she'd painted, whose bare skin seemed to radiate an aura of light. Yet there was a certain vulnerability to her loveliness. “Could I...could I have it?”
“I don't know. I'm rather attached to it. But...” Gently she placed it back on the stand and stepped forward until she was so close they could feel each other's body heat. “Maybe I'd be willing to trade it for the real thing?” She caressed her chin.
Pretty soon they were exchanging kisses, slow at first, then with more passion. Minutes later and her inhibitions crumbled. They were soon in a bedroom, Sunset making love for the first time, letting her take the lead. How many partners did Inky have before her? Did her clumsy attempts match up? Did it really matter? She surrendered to the moment, writhing atop silk sheets.
It was absolutely perfect. She linked fingers with her lover, toes curling, praying this moment would never end. And after they finished their perspiration-soaked bodies continued to intertwine while they cuddled amidst the darkness.
She smiled and closed her eyes. Everything was going to be all right.
Months went by while Sunset and Inky dated. Certainly, she always appreciated women on an aesthetic level, but she never imagined being intimate with one! At first she'd been hesitant to come out, still not certain of her own sexuality, but slowly she opened up to her friends, singling them out one-by-one to share the truth. She started with those she expected would be most understanding, the rather sensitive and thoughtful Twilight, Rarity, and Fluttershy; then moved on to the less mature and often quite blunt Pinkie and Rainbow, until finally she confessed to the rather conservative Applejack.
To her surprise, most of them were quite quick to accept this new side of her, and even proved supportive. And as for the doubters, they soon came around when they saw how happy she was. Even so, she still proved rather shy about public displays of affection, unlike her new girlfriend, who nibbled and sucked on her neck, vampire-like.
Wherever they went Inky proved eager to show her off. She'd stroke her tresses, plant a quick peck on her cheek, forehead, or lips, wrap an arm about her waist and pull her close. Sunset practically melted into her. "You don't have to alter yourself to impress me," reminded Inky who looked her over. "Although, I do approve of the new ensemble."
Sunset beamed at the praise. "I had Rarity whip this up to my specifications!" She wore a scarlet corset trimmed in black frills, a loose top which exposed a lot of cleavage, and a pleated black skirt. A choker and transparent silk gloves that came to her upper arms completed the look, her legs as usual sculpted by her usual boots. "I'm glad you like it!"
"Of course. But more important is what's inside it," she teased with a playful poke of Sunset's nose.
"Oh you." She leaned on her, the shadow cast by Inky's parasol closing over them while they strolled down a sidewalk. They stopped at an open air cafe, complete with umbrellas to shade the patrons and frilled tables. All kinds of fancy cakes topped with fruits and exotic teas were on the menu. They ordered and within a few minutes their treats arrived.
"Mmm," moaned Inky in that rich, sensual voice when she delicately forked a piece into her mouth. Her eyes closed when she let it settle on her tongue. She lazily swallowed it down. "There's a time to take things fast, like when we met and I knew an opportunity came I couldn't pass up, and a time to simply bask in the every day pleasures of life."
"You said it!" Gleefully she trembled when a foot, which Inky slipped from her heels, started to slowly trace up her ankle. So intent was she on their flirting she missed a stab into her dessert and smeared frosting on her fingers. "Crap."
Inky tittered. "No worries." She seized Sunset's wrist when she started to reach for a napkin. "I have a better idea."
She lifted Sunset's hand to her mouth, opened her painted lips, and slowly closed them around her index finger. Sunset wheezed between her clenched teeth, eyes hazed over and a sleepy smile plastered on her face, while Inky swirled her tongue around each digit until they were licked clean. Quiet slurps sounded with her dainty suckling.
Soon the couple settled into a rhythm of feeding bits of cake to one-another. The food settled into their bellies, washed down by spiced teas. Sunset started to reach for her purse but Inky touched her hand. "Don't. Allow me."
"Come on, it doesn't feel right for me to-"
"I'm more well-off then you are. Besides, this was my idea." She placed some half-crumpled bills on the table.
"Well, if you insist." She pursed her lips. Despite the wonderful friends she'd made Sunset still hated to rely on anyone. Her lover seemed to be even more fiercely independent. Hand-in-hand, they headed back to Inky's art studio.
It started with a shower between them which soon turned into their usual make-out session. Then they were making love once more. Thankfully after all the time they'd spent together Sunset proved far less awkward in bed, not that Inky ever complained beyond some mild teases. She snuggled against her nude form, their hair pooled about in a wild mess.
"I love the tattoos," mused Sunset who straddled Inky's supple bottom and used her nail to trace the seraphic wings painted on her slender back. Gradually she dug her digits in, massaging tensed up muscles.
"Thank you. I came up with the design. A body is one's personal canvas."
"You're so poetic. Wish I were more like that."
"Nonsense. You're fine as you are." She suddenly turned over, and with a startled cry Sunset fell upon her, soft breasts crushed together between them. With a smirk she met her lips and dug nails into her back.
Surrendering once more to the throes of passion, Sunset was more thankful than ever she'd decided to cross the portal on that fateful day. Without what she once believed was a foolish mistake she would've missed out on so much. This was her home now, after all. And while a part of her missed Equestria, she refused to abandon all the wonders she'd encountered here. Most of all the first pangs of love which she never could've imagined would entirely consume her life.
*****
Eventually, Sunset even worked up the courage to even send the news back to Twilight in Equestria, by way of the diary with her cutie mark emblazoned on it; normally she'd confide in her first, but she was admittedly anxious about what her confidante would think. "I mean, I never thought I'd be into another girl like that, but-"
"I think it's wonderful," said Twilight. "If you ever return to Equestria, bring her along so I can meet her!"
Sunset chuckled nervously and started to write more with a pen. "Yes, well..." She sat on her bed with the open diary in her lap, kicking her feet. Lounging around in some of the sexy pink lingerie she'd purchased to please her lover, she stared at the nude portrait of herself which now adorned her wall. "Maybe I will. Talk to you later, Twilight."
She closed the book and laid back into the sheets, her head rested upon a fluffy pillow. Her head turned to the framed photo of Inky set on a dresser next to her bedside. She could almost smell her perfume, hear the lilt of her voice. A buzz sounded from her cellphone near it and she plucked it up. "We need to talk," the message said. "May I come over?"
Giddily she texted her back and welcomed her over. It felt a little pathetic, waiting around for her to respond, but nothing made her happier than her company. She didn't bother to throw on anything else but a robe, figuring the pair of them wouldn't stay dressed long anyhow if this went like it normally did. Humming to herself, she prepared a romantic record. A little old-fashioned, maybe, but she'd learned both of them appreciated the classics. She also set up some incense.
A knock sounded. Rushing to the front of her little house, she peeked through the peep hole, seeing the familiar goth beauty in a frilly black dress decorated in bat symbols. Opening the door she said, "Come on in! Wow, you look great!"
"Th-thanks." Inky cupped her hands before her, unable to maintain her small smile when she entered.
"Is something the matter?" Sunset clicked the door shut behind her. "You look a little, well, paler than usual."
"No, I'm fine." Inky Rose stood with her slender arms crossed. She sucked in a heavy breath, frowning when she looked about the almost overly romantic interior. "Sunset...maybe you should sit down for this."
"Sure, whatever you like." She settled onto the couch. "Please, take a seat!" She patted the empty spot by her.
"I don't think that's a wise idea. I'll be frank." She turned her head aside. "This won't ever work out, Sunset."
Taking a moment to process her words, Sunset's heart sank. "What...what do you mean? What won't work out?"
"Us." She let the word hang in the air. The record started skipping, almost on cue.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" The words were a barely audible whisper. "Whatever it is, I'll-"
Inky shook her head. "It's me. I find girls attractive, but I've realized I could never settle down with one. It would be cruel to lead you on any longer. That's why I'm ending this now, before I wind up hurting you even worse. I don't want to give you false hope." She sighed, slowly wandering about the living room, struggling to meet her gaze.
"So you just pretended to like me all this time?" Her nails dug into the upholstery. "What was I, an experiment to you? A phase?" Her voice rose but she barely noticed. "Just something to tide you over until the right man came along?"
"Sunset, please-"
"No!" By now her eyes were watering. She leapt to her feet. "You've been using me all this time?" Trembling, fists balled at her sides, she marched over to Inky who reflexively took a step backwards. "Was this just a game to you?" Before she even realized what she was doing, her hand jutted out, and she backhanded her across the cheek, a sharp slap ringing and leaving a nasty red mark on her face. That mascara she loved so much was now running down her pallid cheeks.
For a moment neither of them dared speak or move as realization dawned. "Inky," she cried in horror, seeing a trickle of blood run from her split lip, her hand shaking like it was a foreign object. "I'm so sorry, I-"
Without a word Inky spun on her heel and ran towards the exit. She called after her, extended an arm, just to have the door slammed in her face. Maybe there was still time to chase her down. But what would be the point? She'd laid it all out for her. If they hadn't been finished before, they certainly were now, after she'd pulled that stunt.
With her head and shoulders slumped, she shut off the record player, grabbed the ice cream she kept for herself and Inky's portion from the freezer, and curled up on the couch, spooning it up messily. But even that was a painful reminder of what just walked out of her life. They should've been eating it together now. Feeding it to each other while they snuggled and watched a romantic comedy or a horror movie like Inky preferred. She could almost taste her flavored lipstick.
Part of her wanted to call one of her friends so she wouldn't feel so alone. Or to break out the diary. But she couldn't face them, not now, not like this. Better to simply wallow here until she could pull herself together.
Stripping off everything and leaving a trail of discarded garments behind her, she curled up in the cool porcelain of her bathtub, wrapped in a fetal position while she softly wept. All those wonderful memories were now soured.
For a moment she almost wished she'd never changed; the old cruel Sunset never allowed herself to feel this vulnerable. Never surrender or wallow unless it was part of a greater scheme. No, she'd take charge, no matter who got hurt.
A part of her thought maybe it was about time she revived that portion of herself...
Sunset Shimmer's cellphone continued to buzz. She ignored it. Eventually a voicemail was left. Growling at her phone, she snapped it up, still sitting naked on her bed. “Sunset,” came the breathy voice of Inky Rose. “Forgive me, I-” She erased the message and blocked her number. Fresh tears squeezed out of her tear ducts. Her buttcheeks shifted on the porcelain.
She nearly hurled her phone at the nearest walls, barely able to restrain herself while she shook all over. Marching from her bathroom, she plucked a carving knife from the kitchen, wandered to the portrait in her bedroom, and screamed when she sunk the blade into the canvas. She scarred it with ragged cuts and slashes, howled as she ripped it to tatters, which fluttered in the air. What she once loved was now but another painful reminder of what she'd lost. She huffed, her hair a wild mess.
“I hope whoever uses the saying 'It's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all' has their heart broken repeatedly!” She stomped and tossed the blade aside with a clatter. Collapsing onto a bed, she punched a pillow.
Was she being childish, throwing a tantrum? Maybe. But everyone needed to vent sometimes. After she cried herself into exhaustion, shaking and choking back sobs, before she finally picked herself up and exhaled sharply.
Memories played over-and-over in her head. Braiding Inky's hair. Doing her makeup. Even cleaning her underwear.
She returned to the restroom, threw cold water on her reddened eyes and face, pulled the snags from her hair with a comb. Then she wandered to her closest and looked between her outfits, including that blue number and the gothic dress she'd specifically for Inky, and finally decided on her old garments, the same ones she'd worn in her bully days, and also when she'd met the new love of her life. Speaking of which, it was time she reclaimed her life. But in order to do so she needed closure.
*****
Traveling around the town, picking up rumors and clues wherever she could, mostly by listening in and sneaking into Inky's old haunts, she eventually tracked her down, at the very same place she'd first encountered her at. Sunset kept to the shadows, well away from where she might be spotted, usually choosing high elevation whenever she could.
Sweat, perfume, and cologne suffused the air. Her insides churned, her fists balled up as she snarled.
Not only was the traitor with someone else already, but with Flash Sentry of all people! Both her exes, stabbing her in the back! No, she reminded herself with a shake of her head, the gloom of the club occasionally broken by flashes of neon while she peered over a rail. He probably wasn't even aware they'd ever even dated. Maybe Inky wasn't aware he was her ex, either?
It barely seemed to matter. She was gyrating all over him in her slinky and sheer little number, working themselves up into a sweaty frenzy while they laughed and danced like they were crazed. Her pretty much transparent attire slid over her skin which glowed under the flashing lights, her supple figure bouncing and swaying loosely while they laughed.
He pulled her by the waist to his strong chest. It pained her to see Inky so happy now, to be reminded she couldn't fulfill her needs, no matter how hard she'd tried. Had she been too needy? Desperate? She was her first love, after all.
Rattles sounded from the metal before her when she stormed out onto the rooftop. Barely anyone was up top, and she stood at the edge, overlooking the city. Stars twinkled in the darkness and frame a pale moon.
Staring into it, her shadow twisting into a demonic figure behind her, a sudden bout of inspiration struck her. Almost like she'd called on an inner daemon for an epiphany. A cold, cruel smile crossed her lips. She would have her revenge yet!
*****
After a late night trip to an occult shop, Sunset purchased a number of items, which she unloaded from her shopping bag onto her living room floor. It was more her ex's scene, tarot cards, incense, and the like, but perhaps it wasn't all superstition? After all, magic was real in Equestria, and had crossed over to this world. Perhaps as a side-effect some of these trinkets might have become active too? And if so, no doubt they'd prove potent, even potentially lethal in the right (or wrong) hands.
She lifted her prize; a specially crafted voodoo doll which resembled Inky Rose down to its elegant gothic lolita styled clothes. It had cost her a small fortune. She hugged it to her bosom and softly wept. Could she really do it?
Sliding down the doll's top, a heart was drawn upon her breast, serving as a target for the pins. She picked up a fistful. Each one was said to cause excruciating agony, amplified with each subsequent stab. Gritting her teeth with a hiss, she jabbed the first one into the puppet's hand. Then the other one so they matched. “I hate you,” she cried with blurry eyes.
The next two she buried in Inky's knees. Whatever pain her ex was feeling, it was nothing compared to hers! Another one impaled her midsection. It was kind of fun, rather cathartic. Two more pinned her shoulder blades, then her wrists, before she finally went for the throat. Three more needles, but where to stick the penultimate ones before the finale?
Deftly she skewered both breasts with one, and the other between both buttocks, those once most erotic of areas now surrendered to Flash no doubt. By now her hand was shaking, the last point hovering over the heart. This was meant to be the completion of the ritual. The finishing touch which would supposedly end the victim's life in a tortuous, writhing fit.
She shuddered. Fresh tears rolled out. What was she doing? Suddenly it didn't seem like a game anymore, not mere superstition, but a bout of cruelty more akin to how ugly she used to be. Bittersweet memories of her time with Inky flashed through her head, her heart heavy with ambivalence. “This isn't me,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “I'm not a monster.”
Gently she removed the pins and set the doll aside. Her hands caressed it lovingly. “What came over me?” She turned to her mirror and swore she could see a flash of the she-demon she'd been for a moment, but that was simply a trick of the mind, wasn't it? She wondered if the object really was cursed, and had tried to take hold of her mind.
No, she needed to rethink her life. She tucked away the puppet and sucked in a deep breath to calm her. Was their a chance of salvaging what they had? Quite unlikely. Inky had made it clear she couldn't settle down with another woman. She was right. Had their romance continued, neither of them would've been happy. But she wished to see her face-to-face one last time.
Standing nude before a full-length mirror, Sunset Shimmer took herself in. She was certainly in great shape, physically active, and was blessed with an ample bust, hips, and buttocks. Physically, she was considered quite a catch. And mentally she was whip-sharp. In truth she could score almost any straight guy and even a number of gals if she wished it.
But ever since she'd been dumped she felt less attractive than ever. It was silly, she knew. It wasn't like her to be so insecure, but Inky Rose had flipped her entire world upside-down, then stormed out of it almost as quickly. Ever since then she'd been in a tailspin of conflicting emotions. She looked at her gothic number hanging with her other outfits in her closet.
She stalked over and rifled through them. What to wear when she confronted Inky? She settled on her blue number, which made her feel the most at peace. Pressing it to her bosom, she inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.
“I...I do still love you Inky,” she murmured letting fresh tears fall. “But I have to let you go. For both our sakes.”
She dressed, unlocked her motorcycle which she kept chained outside, and straddled it. Her helmet was strapped into place. Gunning the engine, she sped down the road, her black jacket whipping behind her as she raced into the night.
No doubt her ex was at the usual club. She cringed, realizing she'd been stalking her for some time, like a woman possessed.
Flashing her identification to the bouncer after she'd parked, she strolled inside, immediately overwhelmed by the strobe lights and a mixture of aromas as sweat-soaked bodies weaved upon the dance floor. So many couples and hopefuls, twisting, laughing, smiling. She envied them, but shook such thoughts away. She was a woman on a mission, after all.
Inky was seated at the bar next to Flash Sentry, the former wearing a tight little number with multiple belts wrapped around her slender midsection, her skirt so short she could see her black lacy panties peek out from below as her buttcheeks mashed upon the stool. “Wow,” she whispered and practically drooled. “No, bad Sunset! She's forbidden fruit now!”
Yet as the old saying went, forbidden fruit is the sweetest kind, and looking upon her now, she wanted a fresh taste of that again. Her stomach tightened when she approached them step-by-step, her bowels turning to water. “H-hi.”
"Oh hey Sunset,” called Flash with a wave when he turned his stool around. He was dressed casually like usual, jeans, t-shirt, a blazer, and tennis shoes. “Didn't know you came here! This is-”
"We've met,” stated Inky who pursed her lips and spoke in a clipped manner. “Actually, we recently dated.”
“Oh. Ah, should I leave you two alone?”
“No,” said Sunset. “You should hear this, too. So, you haven't told him.”
Inky shook her head. “Do you plan to call me a tart?”
"Nothing like that. I overreacted. Terribly. But you still hurt me more than anyone else. Even if you didn't mean to. Look, I didn't come to fight. I simply wanted to apologize, and...and ask if maybe we could still be friends?” She offered her hand.
Inky studied it a moment, like she was uncertain about her sincerity, then took it. “Sure.” She smiled warmly.
Flash swallowed and smiled nervously. “Well, I'm glad that's worked out? I didn't mean to, um-”
“Move in on her territory? Muscle in? Steal her away?” Inky tittered. “I know, there's probably no nice way to put it. I should have come clean, but I tried to put my old relationship behind me after how things turned out. Besides, we all know your reputation of stealing everyone's girlfriends,” she teased with a nudge to the ribs of the blushing boy. “Would you like to dance?” She fluttered her dark lashes at her ex-lover. “I'm sure you'd love to watch, wouldn't you, Flash?”
Sunset blinked. “S-sure. If that's okay with you, Flash?”
“Yeah, I don't mind. You two have fun.” He sipped at his soda, his cheeks burning when Inky took Sunset's hand and let her onto the dance floor. Pretty soon they danced themselves into a sweat-soaked frenzy, laughing as their hair whipped about.
They didn't even notice the mobs around them anymore, the music pumping away as the DJ worked her magic. Their clothes were a sticky, clingy mess, but neither minded, lost in the moment as they worked themselves dizzy.
Perhaps the curse she'd tried to work with the voodoo doll was all in her head. She certainly hoped so, thankful she hadn't harmed Inky, or worse.
"Careful,” warned Sunset when she took her warm hands and squeezed. “I could fall in love with you all over again.”
Inky smiled wryly. “We can't have that. However, I did appreciate or time together. I always will. Cherish the moment, because it could be torn from you at any time.” She frowned when Shimmer's eyes watered, and tenderly kissed the tears away.
“I...I know. I'll unblock your number. It was rather childish of me, but I thought shutting you out would make it easier. It didn't. Please, keep in touch.” She brightened again when her ex pressed close to her, sliding a hand down the curve of her back and over her rump. “You're such a tease,” she murmured also cooing as she indulged in a fantasy for a moment.
“I'll be in touch. You'll find someone soon, I know you will. Perhaps we could have a double-date then.”
Sunset smiled. “I'd like that. Well, I'd better let you get back to Flash.” She waved to him and walked off. An enormous burden had been lifted from her shoulders. But what to do now? The night was young, and she hated to head home alone.
She paused, spotting a solitary girl hiding in the shadows against a wall, much like the first time she'd come here. Had she been dragged along by friends, too? Or worse, dumped? Well either way, this wouldn't stand! She marched on over.
"Can I buy you a drink-” She blinked repeatedly. “Wallflower Blush?!” Incredibly slender, looking a bit bulkier on top thanks to the loose-fitting sweater she wore, her hair was a tussled mess. However, she definitely approved of the ultra-tight jeans!
"Oh,” she replied softly. “You remembered me.” She sighed and looked aside. “Well, don't mind me.”
'Of course I remember you! And I wasn't kidding about that offer. Let me buy you something?” She cupped a hand under her chin. This time she'd take the lead, and whatever happened, she wouldn't have any regrets!
"Um, sure.” She offerered a delicate hand which Sunset took.
“So...” She led her hand-in-hand to an empty part of the bar. “You into girls?”
"Uh...m-maybe. I'm not sure.” She sat on the stool next to her.
"Me either. Until a woman came into my life. Guess I'm into both.” She laughed and scanned the menu. They ordered, she left some money on the counter, and pretty soon she was waving her to the dance floor. “Come on, it'll be fun!”
Wallflower hesitated. “Okay. But I don't know how to dance.”
"Don't worry, I'll lead!” Sunset directed her awkward partner, who cracked a small smile, starting to loosen up a tad. Pretty soon they were sharing a laugh, wild and carefree, not caring what anyone else thought. Already heated up by her little dance session with Inky, she'd certainly need a change of panties by the time she got home tonight! Speaking of which...
"Want to come home with me? You can crash at my place. I'd like that a lot.”
"Hmm...” Wallflower nibbled on a fingernail. “Sure, why not?”
Leaving the club, Sunset allowed her passenger to borrow her helmet, and set off on her bike. A lithe body pressed to her back, delicate hands clinging around her midsection. She grinned, hair and jacket whipping around her in the rippling wind.
It was situations like this, thrilling and with a slight sense of danger, which always worked her up. Stopping at her pad, she secured her ride, and led her guest inside. In truth, it wasn't much, but she was proud of the life she'd made here.
She headed straight to the shower, tossing aside her jacket and kicking off her boots. “Make yourself at home. Hey, want to join me? We're both girls, after all, no need to be shy.” She stripped down to her underwear, noticing from the corner of her eye she couldn't take her eyes off her. She was rather curious, at least, which was a good sign. Maybe they could make this work?
“Okay. But you first.” Wallflower stared at her feet, wiggling in place, while Sunset unlatched her bra and stepped from her underwear. “W-wow.” She covered her mouth and pinkened as the words slipped out. “My turn, then?”
Gradually she slid the sweater over her head, stepped from her shoes, and unzipped her jeans. Soon she was down to her undergarments, rather plain white numbers, which swathed her rather humble physique. “I'm not much to look at,” she admitted and slowly removed them, revealing that her face wasn't the only place she had freckles.
“Just like I suspected,” noted Sunset to herself. “You look great! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”
“But I'm rather flat. Even my hips and butt are small.” She kicked a foot and fought the urge to cover herself.
"No way. You're cute. Now.” She practically pushed her into the bathroom. The stall slid open, the pair stepping onto the tile, and steamy water erupted from the faucet. The interior quickly fogged up, water beading on their bared skin and dripping over their supple curves. Her nubile companion was quite different from Inky, but no less lovely in her own way.
Lathering up her hands with soap, she rubbed her down, watching the soap suds run down her slippery flesh. Wallflower shivered in delight, and soon she joined in, washing her new partner with a playful relish. Sunset applied a heaping helping of shampoo to Blush's hair, rinsing it, having to admit her unkempt style was rather growing on her.
Pretty soon they were toweling each other off, and Wallflower grabbed the towel, landing a playful smack on her butt. Spurred on by her sauciness, she tickled her back, and they were soon in her bed, giggling and wrestling. And to her wide-eyed surprise, Wallflower leaned in and clumsily kissed her. She relaxed into her lips, greedily sucking and nibbling on them.
Wallflower surprised her again by making the move to pussh it further. Was it too soon? But if she'd learned one thing from Inky, it was to seize the moment, for an opportunity passed might never return. No regrets.
They made love. Slowly, sensually, but with no less passion than her time with Inky. And when they finally finished, they cuddled up in the gloom.
Whatever happened between them, she'd be happy to take it one day at a time.
