The Lucky Star in the Setting Sunset

~ III ~

Trouble in Trio

Lucky and Sunset drew close without words, that night and the act it bore, everything said and done, all of it solidifying a trust in the other. It’s those in our lowest points offering their hands—regardless of sizes—that we come to come to have faith in for, at their greatest base, we can see they are a good person.

And regardless of what is said and done on the surface, this fact remains the same, always, and, every so often, the profound moments we find we each other confirm if it has changed or not. One knows a friend by feeling alone. If friendship is felt... then nothing greater is required.

Not many girls could ride on the shoulders of the one who teased and bullied and swallowed her, and yet Lucky did it with ease, learning the sways of the titanic frame, keeping hold to a lock of hair not for safety, but rather, the texture and closeness to the person that it then implied.

The ground was composed of wood and the drapes in the distance were red and velvet. Spotlights shone through the dense fibres, faintly, allowing dimness backstage. Sunset leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, relaxing, while Lucky sat on her shoulder.

Having a pet for a friend—or a friend for a pet—allowed interesting situations.

The Rainbooms had just been on. Every practice fighting for progress to defeat the Sirens. It was possible. They believed in it, in each other and, perhaps hardest of all, in themselves. Time drew short until their greatest show was to be performed. None could be sure of its result.

But instead of worrying about such things, the tiny girl peered over the shoulder of the giant—glimpsing at the side to the fabric-mountain—until losing her vision to the vistas of the ground below. Gazes lost to blurriness were easier swept into a stream of consciousness.

I knew it was going to take a few for the school to treat the big girl a bit better... but I guess everyone still has their reservations. Lucky didn’t feel fear in gazing across the size and scale of the giant as it sprawled downward. Though towering and imposing and subtly sexy and commanding... not once had fear been a stimulus to her anymore. Sure! Maybe seeing a devil becoming a demon may earn a shudder or two.

She shook her head. But surely a few months of good behaviour stands for something, right? Or is that just me? Probably just me. In glancing back to the mountains effortlessly composed and strained by the fabric of the top, however, enlightened Lucky to a few things. Maybe it being me is a good thing for now. Haven’t gotten close to those two since that night. Damn it! Should have milked it when I could.

Lucky’s thoughts, of course, surpassed selfishness.

At least these girls are a couple of real ones. Lucky smiled upon leaning back her head. Gazing to the right showed the remaining land of the covered shoulder unto the base of the rising neck, leading to the face above. Sunset was looking down with her creamy cheek imitating a soft cliff. It’s the close friends that know enough and care enough to set you better and right. She was lucky to strike out with them.

Lucky then blinked. Is it lucky that she came besties with me? Am I objective in that statement, or is that arrogance? Confidence, more likely. She exhaled from the exertion of her thoughts. If I’m a good person, then it means it’s good she’s friends with me. No wait. That’s me thinking too highly of myself. Because I’m lucky to be friends with her. Especially when she’s a knockout.

A tilt of the head to the left. Did I do all this simply because Sunset’s hot? It’s likely. But I also like to think of myself as a better person than that. She nodded and slammed a fist into a palm. A good person! Her shoulders slumped. Drat. So this is why I don’t think of myself often. Easier to reflect on what others do.

Lucky was a very complex girl.

Luckily the drapes to the stage were drawn to the sides, opening to the ending of the performance, the six walking, tired and drained, not depressed but projecting the air of it. Their footsteps clattered in discord to behind the set. Sunset was knocked from her trance with a hopeful smile borne across her lips.

“H-Hey! Been reflecting on your performance while you played!” Sunset took her foot off the wall and took a step forward, but not one more, opening herself though keeping still. “You girls are definitely getting better!”

She went ignored.

“That performance sucked.” Rainbow Dash pushed the guitar over her shoulder as it then slit into place. Its strap was pulled taut by its weight—it being not the only one. “Everyone was off to my beat.” She glared at the girls. “Why can’t any of you keep rhythm?”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Sorry, darling, but don’t you mean your rhythm? My cadence is instinctual when it comes to my instrument. Our goal is the joining of all of our blends rather than your ‘beat’ as it t’ were.”

Sunset perked up. “Or maybe it’s—“

“Or maybe it’s everybody here tryna play leader!” Applejack stomped her boot in the step forward. “Y’all are trying to call the shots like it’s even your place in the first place! Why can’t y’all shut your traps and learn to listen for once.”

The bickering continued.

This isn’t like them. These girls are stronger than this. Less petty at least.

Lucky glanced to the sunny cheek of the giant once more, a chin-held high though bearing eyes dipping low, not in thought nor contemplation, but rather, internal contempt. Moods are felt at proximity. Riding Sunset—non-lewdly—shared internal surges.

“Don’t sweat ’em.”

Sunset blinked as though hearing the sound from afar, that was, until her corner-gaze settled on the tiny. She looked at Lucky with bewilderment, which, of course, was met with a thumbs-up. “These girls are sweating the small stuff only because they’re frustrated. Don’t look too much into it. Maybe hashing everything out later will clear everything.”

Sunset fixated on her. The brilliance of those eyes, massive and powerful, resting on a tiny body. It was hard for Lucky to not swallow, fighting the urge to scratch at her neck or throat or anywhere at all. Sunset was beautiful when she looked transfixed in another world, though whatever she saw, its impact on her was beautifully reflected in those glimmering pools.

Okay. Now I understand. I forgave her easily because of how sexy and beautiful she is.

Lucky had the selfish thought of wondering such a friend could have been scored if she wasn’t previously evil. But such routes, though reflective of the character thinking about them, thankfully, never had to be embarked in the first place.

Sunset finally smirked as the colour of confidence spread across her face once more. “I knew there was a reason why I let you ride on my shoulder.”

Nearing the end of their exchange, however, saw to the girls leaving. No word or beckon or anything of the sort. Only bickering and walking away. It caught Sunset by surprise to see them suddenly go. It’d been a theme stroking her deepest fears.

All of the girls filling out through the door, the giant took a step toward them, that was until the trio appeared. Filling out in-front of her, each a foot from the other, two with hands-on their waists, one with her arms crossed.

The Dazzlings.

Of course.

“Isn’t this a treat to see?” Adagio took out from the middle of the group, arms still crossed, flaunting her hair with a tilt of her head. “Nice little pack you’ve found, Sunset Shimmer. How goes the villain reform?”

Sunset shrugged—Lucky stumbling to the pelting of feet against the skin—to the question. “Not asked to perform often.”

“So you know how to rhyme after all?” Adagio tilted her chin up. “If that’s the case, then why aren’t you in the band?”

Lucky continued to watch the affair and still held to a curled strand of hair. Even though Sunset’s expression kept inside annoyed confidence, the air projected was unlike that, a mere veil to what she felt.

Sunset never stood up for herself, for reasons of the past and, when asked to explain them, did so gladly blaming her every act. From confidence to nothingness and little uses of wit. This was the first time, however, she truly needed to stand up for herself. All without the power of arrogance stemming from being a villain.

“Who can’t rhyme? Keeping rhythm is what’s tricky.” Sunset gave a shake to her head to the flying of her hair, composing a curved wall reminiscent of the inside of a tornado. “But I sincerely doubt that’s the kind of stuff you girls wanted to talk about. What is this, anyway? Elementary school bullying?”

Lucky giggled. Okay. Maybe I was thinking too deeply on that one.

“What! Don’t be silly—we’re just bored and saw you here back alone!” Adagio took another step forward, and then another, her towering frame drawing close. Lucky felt safe on the shoulder of a titan, but even then, her safety felt more owed to Sunset. “Get a judge for who and what you are. One of us had a worry, maybe, you’d be an issue.” Adagio snapped her hand into Sunset’s chest, pushing her back with a flick. “But without your power and confidence, you really aren’t much, are you? And any knowledge you may have is useless without sharing it with your friends. But you can’t really call them your friends—can you?”

Sunset chuckled, and despite this, her eyes lowered. “Maybe we’re not there yet. But I don’t blame them for that.” The corner of her eyes caught the tiny standing there and, seeing the small one standing tall, found the courage to do the same herself. “Takes time to prove you’ve changed—both to yourself and others.”

She nudged toward the tiny. “And so long as I have one friend to support me on the journey... then I don’t care how long it takes.” Her eyes then settled back on the trio, her gaze not burning, but her perception now piercing. “Those are the feelings you girls were so desperate to find out. Have fun tearing them apart. Words with malicious intent mean nothing to me now.”

You know I don’t like it when you talk poorly of yourself... finally starting to accept what you did... and why you did it. Lucky smiled from those thought as something more than them coursed through her. Becoming a balanced girl beyond the body department? I’m going to lose you if I don’t find a way to make myself ten out of ten quick!

“Huh.” Adagio narrowed her eyes. “It appears you’ve grown—even by a little. Warms my heart to see the weak become stronger. So much personal tension and emotional energy to devour throughout that transition.” There was a smooth spasm shaking down her body from the tingle of her own words. “Most are sensitive and confused and vulnerable around such a time. It makes them... easy targets for high returns.”

She pushed her body into Sunset. The crashing of frames sent trembles across each, minuscule to them, world-rocking to Lucky. She held onto a strand and lifted her feet from the shoulder—only for the hair to swing in a circle, a small one at least, rocking her in place.

“But easy work for easy pay is an easy way to die inside.” Adagio said. Her tongue spilled from between her licks, licking across their length, impressing upon its suppleness. “It’s cracking cases like you where the spark comes. The little something more from life that gives certain acts their tastes. But in this... I’d never thought it’d be literal.”

Adagio parted her lips to reveal the velvety texture of her unrolling tongue. There was a sheen of saliva covering the appendage as it drew out, curving, promising soft and firm bedding. Little bumps seeming with taste. Vines within the slimness of the maw drooping with the seconds passing.

The whole time she kept her eyes on Sunset, exhaling a warm breath of peppermint, it having been tinged with something else. The whiteness of the teeth was barely seen from the lack of light. Even the depth of the cave was hinted at as the dense wall of black loomed near the back.

And then a hand snatched Lucky from the shoulder.

Quick and without warning. Swipe then grabbed and then pulled back. Five fingers weren’t necessary to wrap around the diminished girl, but it was done anyway, the tiny rolled into the center of the curled hand. Adagio lifted her fist to display the smaller friend, tucked within its center, head and arms the only parts outside of its hole.

Lucky took a second to breathe upon taking in the situation. There was a platform of softness around her, warm flesh feeling supple and sinkable given a few inches. The roundness of the creamy land sprawled into the lane, composing the side of a wrist, it leading further and up, blurring as it came, distant haze on the way, that was, until seeing the monolithic head of Adagio looming in the sky.

Not good! Not good, not good, not good! Lucky berated herself. Simply saying that is not helping! Think about that one time with the cat. Wriggle and feel to where she has you. Find a weak spot. Tickle if need be!

Lucky twisted her body from within the reaches of the curled hand, feeling the softness of its texture washing down her body—with its firmness ensuring a locking hold. There was enough layer of plushness to rub and roll around. However, it did nothing to the giant. Worse was how her legs didn’t even make it the whole way down—ending before the ring finger.

Lucky arched back in her hold and planted her hands into the surface around her, pushing there and pulling below, trying and struggling, loud groans threatening into a cry as she worked her greatest escape. Her hair fell back and head tilted up, and all of this, of course, as to prove how horribly trapped she was.

From this pose, she gazed over to the other side of the fist, seeing, in the looming distance, the giant that was her friend. Sunset’s eyes were wide and with a face caught in surprise. She strode forward evermore, though horror, it seemed, had trapped her in a different reality.

“I... I-I don’t know what you’re thinking...” Sunset’s head dipped until hair fell over her eyes. Her hands curled into fists, shaking, unable to keep still without having moved. “But you don’t hurt her. You don’t do anything to her. Not if—“

“Not if we’re to endure your magic? See the demon inside come out to play?” Adagio said from above and, seconds later, tightened her fist. Lucky spasmed in reflex from the softness starting to crush her. The heated skin delicious in spite of everything. “Any threat of yours died the day you decided to change. And don’t think words can work on us.”

Sunset cracked her head from side to side. “Acting like I’ve never been in an ‘another’ kind of fight before.”

“But aren’t good girls supposed to keep away from fighting? What would the school think? Such a good and building record only to be wiped out in an afternoon.” But as if to match an intent above her words, Adagio did much the same, producing an even loud popping to her kinks. “Your friends are onto us. But they’re still not sure of you. What would they think? Even if you were right... did you do the right thing? More doubts don’t make your case, ya know.”

Sunset smirked. Her hands raised, a fist smashing into a curved palm, knuckles cracked, the same done to the other hand. “Think I’d care? My character is the only thing that matters to me. What everyone else thinks is up to them.”

“Strong words for a girl unable to handle that journey alone.”

“Won’t be alone.” Sunset could never speak of such a connection to another, to be so sure another would be there for her... regardless of what came before. Nothing was higher than bearing certainty in friends having your back. “Don’t care about what world thinks of me. Not if it’s to save her. Whatever gets in the way doesn’t matter.”

Adagio smiled. “I like you.”

Lucky blew out words from inside a gasp. “Is Sunset says that back—then I’ll be pissed.”

Luck was sacred, ever since birth for the world around her. Wit had become her friend and it allowed her, in situations like these, to gain power, to bear strength, feeling something more than the terror currently consuming her being.

“This would have been a good fight of fists and words.” Adagio slumped her shoulders. “Wouldn’t have even ditched these two for it. Make it fair. More enjoyably that way.” And then she sighed. “But for such a strong and smart girl, however, you gave away your greatest weakness.”

The hand curled tight and Lucky wiggled suddenly.

“This girl means a lot to you, doesn’t she? The bit more than a friend kind.” Lucky cried upon the lifting of the hand, feeling gravity leave down her belly, that was, until warmth circulated the air. In turning from the hold, she gazed behind her to gigantic face devouring her vision. “Hate yourself pretty badly if anything happened to her. So you won’t take that extra step—or else my hand clenches.”

Sunset stood there, panting, a wisp of hair settling over her face, eyes burning emerald. But she didn’t move, unable to say anything, unsure of what to do. Any act, whatever choice, bore results. Ones her mind couldn’t justify.

“Problem with being good is how weak you become for it.” Adagio lowered her hand to the side of her body, coming to hold the girl like nothing. A mere carry-along and nothing more. And nothing could be done by any from this act, a defenestration of power—once previously held. “There was a reason you kept to a solo gig, was there not? Glad to be able to serve the lesson as to why the bad should never change. Always a pain and ends in waste. Do your best to reflect on that.”

The trio turned around.

“Wait! Y-You can’t leave like that!” Sunset went to take a step forward, her foot hovering... but stepping back from whence it came. She shook her head, an act unseen from all besides Lucky. Adagio’s rump swelled to the left of her vision but, beyond it, she watched the restraint of her titanic friend. “What are you going to do with her?”

While Adagio didn’t move... she didn’t look over her shoulder either. “You have my word no harm would come if you didn’t take another step. And to this promise I’ll keep true. But I need a little... insurance, you won’t interfere.”

“This is your trick? Kidnap a girl smaller than your fingers?”

Lucky spasmed, this time, for a different reason. “Hey! You watch those descriptions of me!”

Gone ignored by all.

“You’ll get her back, safe and sound, that I can assure you.” Adagio turned her head so the side of her face could be seen from over her shoulder. The smirk that followed brimming with power gained from the situation. “Stay clear of us and reflect on all of this. We need to come back anyway for that horrible energy you’re wonderfully brewing for us.” She then strode forward while waving the back of her hand. “Bye bye! Until next time! Chow!”

Lucky wasn’t sure how to feel nor to react to recent events. In the long swing of the arm holding her, forward and up, dashed back and upward against, a consistent momentum including its own stream of air—she wondered when her life changed so drastically.

There’d been close calls and bullies before, though her life had been lacking, at least, to the form of some plot. Days passed and classes slept through. Friends hung out with and books requiring a journey to read about adventures. Though she’d never been taken nor threatened like this until Sunset.

All of this started with Sunset, didn’t it?

It was true. From the day of their meeting and threat, to the gap tightening between them, that new group of friends, the rise of these Dazzlings. Her involvement in all of this was because of Sunset. There weren’t any other stakes beyond that. And yet, somehow, that involved her within the middle of all this.

The price of hanging with a ten out of ten. Maybe the danger factor will level the playing field between us. Lucky was snapped from her thoughts as the blurring of her vision streaked downward. She was being lifted. Lifted right before the rolling width of those plush lips. Wait a second. There WAS something more important I was supposed to be focusing on.

“Don’t worry,” Adagio’s eyes loomed from above and the weight of their gaze was placed upon the smaller girl. The expanse of confidence was also a cause for horror. “I’m a villain of her word. You won’t find any harm with me. Unless you provoke a reason of course.”

Lucky felt the hand inching upward and forward, seeing those bunched lips coming to part, revealing the dim, warm, and moist interior of the approaching maw. She struggled and wiggled and fought as the inches toward her destination were crossed anyway.

“Wait wait wait! Give this a second thought or maybe six, alright?” Lucky continued to feel the hand move despite her words, proving that, while wit comforted her, sometimes holding power—it could never defeat raw strength when it came to it. “Clothes and air and skin don’t taste good! Much less the stomach aches you’ll get from me down there.”

Appeal to self-interest instead of someone’s morality. Works decently on people and waaaay better on villains.

“Why not let me go? I can chill at home for a week—no sweat there.” Lucky chuckled to the tune of nervousness as her eyes darted down, far below, where the towering mass of the taut stomach loomed. “Where I would be doing a lot of sweating in there. Sweating, and a lot of other things. I’d rather not do those other things—if that’s okay with you.”

A malicious girl probably without any real intent to keep me safe. She swallowed. This should end well. End well for her, at least, and not me. Or Sunset. Maybe my family. How much of a pain was I in my later years?

“Suppose I’ve been rather unkind with you.”

Okay. Those weren’t expected words.

Lucky was pulled away, enough at least, to take in the full view of the giant face, of those eyes resting on her. Their glimmer was softer now, still burning, tamer, a gentle source of evil. Complexion stirred in the little one.

“You were caught in the middle of something you’re not a part of and, while it does suck for you, I’m afraid it doesn’t change this fate.” Adagio lost the sinister confidence as it drained from the air. All she became was a girl again, one... recounting facts. “My word is something that’s never broken. Just as I can’t harm you... I also can’t let you leave. Not until our plan is complete.”

“So what are you—“

“Sirens are unlike the rest of you humans, for we do not consume matter as you do.” Adagio lowered her head, eyes dipping, keeping them below the tiny. Even though it never changed, what it implied, of putting her giant-scale beneath the small one—it soothed a nerve or two. “You must keep close to me. Perhaps my bra or panties may have been a better pick. But to keep certainty in my words, I need to keep it first in my actions. No chance of escape in only one place.”

Lucky, much to the hatred of her perversion, nodded. “...is it bad to say the back of your pants would have been a nice compromise?”

“Your tickles might have proved enjoyable,” Adagio followed, “but perhaps intimacy such as that should be saved for the friend before this? None risk themselves like this without something more beneath the current.” The giant smiled. “Your friend has cause enough to be jealous of me down there. Seeing your bulge against there would bind something unable to be stripped from her mind.”

Lucky blinked. “Is this your way of working with words? Use my love for Sunset so that I’ll sink into your tummy?” She swung her head downward, once more, in self-hatred. “Anywhere else and she’s jealous. But inside your stomach...”

“You won’t be harmed! It’ll be pretty spacious for you down there—so no need to fear being cramped... unlike in other certain places.” Her lips were licked again as if the words were the teasing of a delicious treat. “Kept warm and carried all around. Nothing could harm you. It would be nice and safe from deep inside my belly.”

Adagio gave it a pat for effect, demonstrating its tautness, its unending slenderness. “Trust me. If the stories heard are to be true... you’ll enjoy inside me.”

And then came the end to words as the conversation closed. Fight was still at the back of Lucky’s mind. To say or do and to prolong. Prolonging was always pointless. But one was bound to commit it anyway.

The hand lifted Lucky as the bedding of the tongue slithered beneath her, curving inward during its arch, crafting a spot. Fingers slipped as the hand lowered toward it, the girl freed over the sheet of the tongue... nowhere else to fall.

She landed with a splat and sunk into the softness, shaking her head, feeling the ground beneath her live. Lucky was beckoned forward by instinct to avoid the fate of being eaten but, in slipping and cumbering over the length of the tongue, arriving at its tip did nothing to aid her.

Lucky hugged it against her chest in watching the outside push further away as she was pulled inward. Gales of warm air drafted from the nose overhead and from within the depths of the maw. It was weird seeing the giant face from below and so close, both eyes lowered, set on her departing form.

From beyond the tip of the tongue loomed the two other girls, watching either with a smirk and a smile, both licking their lips, waving before swallowing, the fingers of their other hand tracing down their throat.

Humiliation is one way to inspire confidence.

The air changed from freshness to a unique scent, the temperature rising, moisture growing all around. Lucky watched the world become capped by the interior of those lips, which kept open, allowing her a final glance to the outside world—to what it looked like from inside of a mouth.

Before it closed.

Nothing special beyond lips then pressing together. There was a wave coursing across the tongue, pushing and sliding the little one back, falling across the length of the tongue. Light was here, somehow, even if the maw was utterly dim. Faint definitions to the curved and rising cheeks that comprised this cage. Hints to the teeth marking the den.

Until Lucky was swished further back.

The back of the throat was a world onto itself, vast and broad and dropping like a spacious well, a travelling to the depths of the girl, allowing her to pass into a new world. She didn’t jump so much as be pushed over the edge, velvet muscles catching her, contracting, the feeling of sliding downward accompanied by a loud gulp from the great beyond.

Lucky was pushed downward, consistently, feeling greater pushed from time to time. Everything was so tight as she went, no doubt a bugle on the other side—confirmed as fingers pressed into her, following her, always there, looming beyond the barrier of skin and flesh.

It took a few seconds until the long passage opened beneath her feet, a valve spitting her body into the chamber of the stomach, vast and wide and without liquid, the tautness of its appearance felt from within. It was warm and lightly scented of lavender. The atmosphere made her very sleepy.

It’s... going to be a long week, isn’t it?

Lucky strolled across the chamber as her feet sunk into its grounding, feeling rumbles and blaring sounds from within. She was deep inside the body of another, the innermost portion of her stomach, the lands still from its placement from within her. This world existed inside the giant—the only thing of scale to the tiny.

Coming to the center of the place, there wasn’t much else to do, that was, besides plop into a seat. Sways from the outside came muffled through the walls of the sac and the skin thick and composed like a wall. Things of the outside world could be felt and made out with focus. Every step of the giant containing her offered a minuscule jostle to the world inside the stomach.

There was only one thing on Lucky’s mind, however,

She wished she was within Sunset’s stomach again.

...as strange as that sounded.

Adagio tilted back her head after the swallow, accentuating the lump in her throat, exposure for the other girls. Her fingers traced after it, pressing and feeling it, knowing it was another person trapped beneath it. Someone set to reach the innermost part of her body created like an area to her. Lucky would always be with her, experience some of what she did, the bliss of knowing she was in her tummy delectable more so than any treat.

Those fingers traced the bugle even as it diminished into nothing, sinking to the depths behind her chest. Following it through the valley of her breasts, however, her fingertips pressed against the fabric of her top, that was, until reaching her belly. It was there she felt Lucky settle inside, rubbing the spot with gentleness—along with a pat. “Get comfy in there. It’ll be a while before you come out.”

Sonata narrowed her eyes. “How come you were so gentle with this one?”

Adagio smiled. “I’ve always had a soft spot for cute, tiny things.”