Sashimi Girl Sunset

Sunset Shimmer checked up on her apartment, only to learn via a note on the table the rent had been paid up by Rarity while she was away. She would have to thank and pay her back later. Stripping off the tattered clothes she'd collected in the warehouse during her escaped, she hurled herself into the shower and let the steamy water envelope her sore, battered body.

She took her time, shampooing her tangled mane, lathering her tender skin, shaving the wild bush of pubic hair. Her wet palms pressed against the wall, and she leaned over, numb. At the least, she'd started to feel human again.

After she toweled off she reclaimed her usual attire and slipped into it. Her motorcycle had been towed in her absence, but Rainbow Dash had recovered it and Rarity paid for that, too; another thing she owed her friends.

She wanted to run to them, confess what had happened, but again decided it was better to claim she was simply whisked away to Equestria, rather than destroy their innocence.

Testing her bike, she rode off into the night, letting the wind whip around her. She went without a helmet, wanting nothing more than to feel the air on her skin, to remind her of all she'd missed. The blocks raced by on her way to her destination.

Pulling to a stop and parking, with some trepidation she took the first cautious step up the stairs. Her boots clicked and she sucked in a breath. Her hand trembled, and after a minute's hesitation, she summoned up the courage to knock.

Flash Sentry answered. “Sunset?! Come on in.” He moved aside and closed the door behind her. “We've all been worried sick about you. Take a seat on the couch, I'll brew you some coffee and-”

She touched her index finger over his lips to shush him. “I'll...explain it all later.” She hated to lie to him; but wasn't that how their relationship had started, before it had all fallen apart? “I need you tonight.”

He gulped and froze, uncertain if he misread the implications. “Uh...sure. Whatever you want. You want to talk about it?”

“No.” She practically ripped his jacket, shirt, shoes, and pants off, until he was down to his boxers. His clothes were tossed aside and her nails danced down his wiry muscles. He hissed in suppressed delight, and she peppered his skin in hungry kisses.

She removed her leather jacket, blouse, and skirt, until she too was down to her underwear, a lacy black set of bra and panties. “I was horrible to you. I treated you like a trophy. Used you.” She wondered if it was karma for her, too.

“That was a long time ago. You've more than paid any dues.” He took her hands and squeezed them. “And you made me who I am. Without you, I would've stayed an insecure kid. You gave me confidence, made me try and be the coolest guy around.”

She smiled at him and ran her hands through his spiky hair. “And you are. You've become a regular heartthrob.”

He blushed. “Ah, I do okay.” She still had a way of making him lose his composure, not helped by her body heat. His heart raced, and he shook a tad, too. He'd dreamed of making love to her many times, but never thought it would actually happen.

Grabbing him by the wrist, she dragged him to his dimly lit room, and pushed him back onto the bed. He stared captivated when she unhooked her bra and let her ample breasts topple out. Her hips swayed while she wiggled out of her panties, fully bearing herself to him, but leaving on the 'fuck-me boots' she could tell he loved so much. He studied her as she posed for him.

Finally she yanked off his boxers and let his half-erect cock flop out. A few strokes with her palm revealed he was slightly larger than average, not that she would have cared much were that not true. She needed him inside her. Needed to reclaim her body.

Pressing her palms to his bare chest, she straddled him and lowered herself down. His tip sunk into her lower lips and he grunted. She pressed her womanhood to him, let him stretch and fill her. She rocked her hips, guided one of his palms to cup her tit and another to a buttock, telling him to explore her, that they belonged fully to each other tonight.

She leaned in and kissed him, bouncing atop him, working them up into a sweaty mess atop the tangled sheets. For the moment she could forget all the recent horrors, take command of herself again, watch his face twist in rapture while she made love to him. “I-I should've done this sooner,” she huffed, milking him with her pussy; a trick she'd learned as a unicorn.

“F-fuck!” It worked a little too well, and with a groan he unloaded into her. “...sorry.”

She laughed, careful to be gentle. “It's okay. I understand it's your first time.” He blushed again. “There's no shame in it. I'm happy to be your first. Still...call me selfish, but I hope you have a lot more in you.”

“Oh yeah.” He grinned back, kneading her breasts between his palms, pinching her erect nipples.

They surrendered to the moment, lost in each other, the smells of sweat and sex, the slap of their flesh, their warmth and touch. He ran his fingers through her wavy hair, and she smiled back at him, met his lips and nibbled on them.

She pulled her little trick again, but this time he was able to handle it better, moaning each time she constricted around him. He throbbed inside her walls, and she found her own overdue release. “Ah~”, she cried and splashed on his crotch. Spurred by this, he gripped her hips and picked up speed, thrusting up into her until he grit his teeth and spilled his seed deep in her.

She collapsed atop him, ruffled his spiky hair, cuddled close in a wet, sticky mess. “I...I love you Sunset,” he confessed.

Sunset's grin widened. Uncertain whether it was simply post-coital bliss, although she knew he wouldn't lie to her about such things, she tightened her hold on him. She kept a leg hooked around him, still felt him inside her, neither wanting to leave their amorous embrace. She whispered, “You want to move in with me, Flash?”

“Sure. Although you could always move in with me, if you prefer. Maybe show me around Equestria?”

“Sounds like a plan.” With a click he turned off the lights by a remote on his desk and they settled down to sleep.

She would later learn the fates of everyone, through a little help from Princess Twilight Sparkle, who she confessed to and helped track them all down.

Her boss mysteriously disappeared, no doubt punished by those he betrayed her to. The Yakuza presence vanished too, crippled in the area by what she'd done, and deciding to cut their losses and return home.

The Dazzlings continued to live in their trailer, still shaken and haunted by what they'd done and endured. While they'd never be friends, she decided to simply forget them unless they stepped out of line again.

Twilight would be keeping tabs on them, and her world, in case something like this reoccurred.

All-in-all, she was finally prepared to move on with her life.