A Battlefield of Love and Music
Sugarcoat walked around the ample garden of her house overseeing that everything was going smoothly. Overall, the ambient of the party was precisely how she liked it: vivid, entertaining, and cordial. The party itself was a small affair she wanted to throw to celebrate their graduation. After the eventful Friendship Games the two schools, Crystal Prep and Canterlot High, had gone through, they came out with their feuds forgotten given everything that had happened.
Nearly tearing the veil between two dimensions and unleashing a magical apocalypse across her world and heavens know what onto Equestria (or magical pony land as she liked to call it) was a very good reason to put any old grudges to rest. Approaching Sunny Flare, she hugged the girl from behind.
“Enjoying the party?” She asked after startling the girl, nearly making her spit out her beverage.
Sunny coughed. “Y-Yes! You surely didn’t get stingy with costs, huh?” She half-asked, half-praised as she looked around seeing a few classmates and Canterlot High Students chatting, playing, and generally enjoying themselves as they mingled. “Say, how much did it cost you, anyway? I know your dad is, like, stinking rich but surely all this did a number on his wallet.”
“Eh, not much. All I had to do was ask. He’s never said no to anything I ask of him before as long as I behave,” Sugarcoat replied. “Besides, this is a double party for me!”
“Double party?” Sunny asked, confused.
Sugarcoat nodded. “Yup. For our graduation and cuz that cunt of Abacus Finch finally got what she deserved.”
“Shit, they got her?” Sunny asked, surprised.
“It’s all very hush-hush still, but yeah. She was trying to cross the border when they got her. Fuck, I kinda wished she’d end up in a whorehouse or on the streets sucking cocks on public restrooms after everything she did to us and Twilight.”
Sunny raised her glass. “Cheers to that. Now, you ready for the next party?”
“You know I am! Can’t believe Lemon got permission from her parents! A mansion all to ourselves. We’ll be able to drink and fuck and drink and do whatever we want for an entire week!”
“And fuck!” Sunny giggled causing her friend to join her. “Won’t take more of your time. I’ll go search for Sunset or the other girls once I’m done taking a few shots,” she motioned her glass. “Too bad drinks ain’t spiked.”
“You know how my dad is. Just enough to get us to enjoy some alcohol but never to get us tipsy. I’m surprised he allowed that much given there’s boys around. Buuut since I’m making sure no-one tries to put weird stuff in the drinks, I guess that’s fair. Cya, Sunny!” She waved a hand leaving her friend behind. If there was one downside to her party, apart from the lack of alcohol, it was that she was short one friend to make her party complete. But Sour Sweet was out of town and there was nothing to be done about it. Trixie and Rarity were also absent. They had come and left early, the former had a magic show to attend to and had come to steal a few free snacks a bottle or two of cider, whilst the latter had to leave due to a family trip that she wouldn’t miss.
But even with those blemishes, she was enjoying herself simply by seeing her friends and classmates interact. Pointdexter and Sandalwood were having a match of table tennis with Trender and Neon, Polimmere was chatting with Photo Finish, even the usually reclusive Fluttershy and Wallflower Blush were exchanging ideas and stories with Orange Shape and Fauna Touch. All in all, a perfect party everything considered.
As she walked around the place she spotted a lonesome figure. She decided to approach and sit beside her. “Heeeeey there, sexy, what’s a young, succulent, ready-to-fuck thing like you sitting all alone?”
“Waiting for a fucking comedian to come and ruin my snacking time, apparently,” Lemon replied and both girls shared a laugh. Popping a fried shrimp with crackers and sauce over it into her mouth, she continued. “Everything alright, Sugartits?”
“Shhh!” Sugarcoat hushed her, looking around nervously. “Not here, remember? Not everyone is into a circle of girls casually fucking each other’s brains out, you know? Save the nicknames for later.”
“Nah, babe, just wanting to mess with the party girl a little. You didn’t my question, though,” Lemon replied, a shit-eating grin spread across her lips.
“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself but you’d probably do it, you skank,” they shared a short chuckle before continuing. “Where’s your girl? It’s a damn rarity to see any of you apart at all.”
“Ladies room,” replied Lemon before eating another shrimp. “Freaking delicious, I gotta get the recipe for these, mmhhhmm~” she moaned as she munched. “She’s also gonna brink back a few drinks after she’s done. Too bad we can’t get plastered.”
“And risk a wild Fluttershy!? No thank you. I wouldn’t want to be at her mercy unless I’m nearly tripping over myself, too,” she shuddered. “Got a few words with Sunny a few minutes ago. Everything set for our trip?”
Lemon nodded. “Yup! Everything’s in order and will be once my parents hire a gardener to trim the bushes and all’s done. I still need the confirmation of a few of the girls, but we can count AJ and Pinkie out. They’re gonna follow the bitchlings on their tour.”
“Damn,” Sugarcoat sighed. “Well, as long as they enjoy it everything’s okay.” She reached for a snack and was about to it when she saw her friend freeze and drop the one she’d picked. Looking at her face, she found Lemon’s expression slowly morph from surprise, to disbelief, to disgust, and finally to scorn in less than two seconds. “Lemon, what’s wrong?”
“What’s that bitch doing here?” Lemon muttered, barely loud enough for Sugarcoat to hear her.
The party host was taken aback. It was the first time she’d heard Lemon use the word bitch with such anger and vitriol packed behind her usually playful and friendly voice. Looking at what she was trying to fulminate with her gaze, she found a girl chatting with a couple of Canterlot and Crystal guests. She didn’t know the girl personally, but she knew who she was due to her talent. “Octavia Melody? You have a beef to pick up with her or something?”
“More like she has one with me. And trust me, after the shit she’s tried to pull, the feeling is mutual,” Lemon replied. “She’s Vinyl’s… Was Vinyl’s roommate. They were good friends since they met and because they both moved into the city from far away, they shared one of the dorms Canterlot High sponsors.”
“I’m sensing a big old but in that story there. Why does she hate you then? Did you snub her during a competition?” Sugarcoat asked.
“Something like that,” Lemon chuckled darkly. “The competition was love and the battlefield was Vinyl’s heart. I won without even trying.”
“Get out of here,” Sugarcoat replied, out of words. “She has the hots for Vinyl? I mean, I can see why, but she’s salty because Vinyl chose you?”
“It’s… complicated,” Lemon let out a sigh, her eyes never leaving the figure of her hated foe.
“So I guess inviting her to any of our private parties is a no go, right?” Sugarcoat prodded playfully.
“Invite her and I swear I’ll pull on your ponytails so hard your scalp will bleed,” Lemon replied without an ounce of patience.
“Kidding. I was just kidding. Man, girl, what the fuck has she done to make you think that way? You’re the nicest and sweetest among us, I mean, that’s not much of a compliment, but at least it’s something,” said the glasses-wearing girl as she protected her precious ponytails.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe every fucked up shit she’s done ever since we met? I tried, Gods above know I tried to befriend her. The first time we got to be alone she called a stuck up bitch that had stolen the love of her life away from her! Like, what the fuck? And later when I told Vinyl about it, she didn’t believe me!”
“Hold up, you got into a fight?”
“Fuck no!” Exclaimed Lemon Zest. “And do precisely what that holier than thou slut wanted? Nah, I swallowed my pride and played along. Vinyl is too damn nice for her own good and I love her for it. I took in every insult, every petty action like trying to make me trip over or suggest to my girl I was cheating on her with my Ex, every single little thing she tried to do to disrupt us and stood my fucking ground, not giving an inch.”
“And you… didn’t slap her teeth out?” Sugarcoat asked, surprised at her friend’s level of self-control just to spite the cello-playing girl.
“We’ve come face to face many times. Twice we nearly exchanged fists, but Vinyl saved her sorry ass before that happened. After the second time, Vinyl believed me about Octavia because she’d been insisting that I was bad for her and all that crap. She had the nards to confess to her outside my fucking door, for fucks sake!” She said, practically snarling the last words. “But my girl shut her down gently, despite everything that’s happened she still considers that black-haired crone her friend.”
“Want me to ditch her out of the party?” Sugarcoat asked, now sharing some of the anger her friend was experiencing. All was fair in war and love, right? But that trying to swoop someone else’s significant other from their feet like that wasn’t cool unless it was a rescue from a toxic relationship.
“No. Let her stay. This will likely the last time any of us will have to constantly deal with her. If she tries anything stupid, I’ll stop her. Don’t worry, I won’t start a fight… I promised Vinyl I would never, ever throw the first punch against her friend.” Lemon confessed solemnly.
“And if she throws it?” Sugarcoat asked, her worry about having to contain a potential fight on her otherwise perfect, tranquil party somewhat diminished by the love her friend showed for her girlfriend. More so because she knew Lemon was not the kind of girl to let shit like that slide and to enter guns blazing against her problems.
“...I’ll do my best to keep my cool… no promises if that happens. We cool?”
“We cool,” she stood up and patted Lemon’s shoulder a few times. “Gotta check somewhere else, ‘kay?”
“Sure. I’ll even stay right here to avoid crossing that bitch,” she said a moment before Octavia turned in her direction, her smile fading instantly as she turned around again with her head held high. “Riiiight here. Yup. Not gonna move a fucking inch.”
Reassured by her friend, Sugarcoat returned to her business and moved to greet Sunset and Twilight. Alone, Lemon tried to enjoy the delicious shrimps but seeing Octavia had soured her mood to the point of finding them stale to her mouth. Letting out a defeated groan, she decided to wait for her girlfriend’s return.
While she waited, two figures approached her and one tapped her gently on her shoulder. Looking back, she found Fluttershy with a girl she’d only seen in passing. “Ah, Fluttershy. Who’s your friend?”
“Blush. Wallflower Blush,” she giggled.
It was then that Lemon noticed the red cheeks of the green-skinned girl and the funny smell coming off from both of them. “Seriously, Fluttershy? Joints?”
Fluttershy blushed. “I blame Tree Hugger for getting me into weed. But I only smoke a little and only what I’ve grown myself,” she presented a joint. “Want a try? My friend Wallflower really likes it.”
Lemon examined the slightly stoned girl and chuckled. “Hard pass. Don’t want to end up like that.”
“It’s pretty weak but packs a lot of flavor and calms your nerves. I grew it myself with the seeds she harvested. She’s a lightweight and can’t hold her own,” she giggled while Wallflower agreed, nodding her head.
“Damn, in that case, let me hit that up. I need something to avoid grinding my teeth down for the moment,” taking the offered lit joint, she turned their way and took a good chunk of it before handing it back. “Fruity,” she said exhaling the smoke. “Wow, it really works. I feel better already. Thanks, girls.”
Fluttershy and Wallflower nodded and moved away, offering their homegrown joints to anyone willing to try them. Turning back to watch Octavia, she found the girl was gone. “...come on, how’s that fair? I turned for, like, five seconds tops!” She groaned before stealthily leaving her seat; her promise to not move forgotten as the ‘predator’ was on the prowl, no doubt searching for white-skinned, blue-haired prey. “Sorry, Sugartits,” she muttered before slipping away, moving quickly in search of the cellist.
As she moved through the small groupings, always doing her best to not make it obvious she was heading to the bathroom where her beloved was, she kept an eye open in case she caught a glimpse of Octavia. She moved to the outside garden, the shortest route to the bathroom without making it obvious. Any other day and in other circumstances, she’d give not the tiniest flying fuck about causing a scene, but right now she was a guest and she really didn’t want to embarrass her girlfriend.
All she wanted to do was reach Vinyl, tell her about Octavia, and try to convince her to simply leave or stick together for the rest of the party if she wanted to stay. So focused she was on her plan that she nearly tripped over as someone gently collided against her back.
“Sorry! Didn’t see you there,” she apologized, ready to move on.
“Yeah, no surprise there, Zest. Then again, you tend to be quite blind to what’s around you,” an elegant, almost dignified voice said.
Lemon stopped immediately and turned to face the owner of that voice at the speed of light. “Octavia,” she muttered, giving her a forced smile capable of bending titanium. “Fancy meeting you here. I didn’t know you were here, how are you doing?”
“Spare me your falsehoods, Zest. If I wanted to hear lies I’d listen to politicians,” crossing her arms, their gazes never breaking off, she pressed on taking an upright, firm stance before the green-haired girl. “Where’s my Vinyl?”
Lemon clenched a fist and could feel a vein in her forehead engorge. “‘Your’ Vinyl. Wow. Last time I checked Vinyl was a human being, not a thing you could call ownership over, Tavi~”
“You know damn well what I meant by that, Zest,” Octavia replied, squinting her eyes and pursing a lip. “And who gave you the right to call me that? Only my Vinyl can call me that,” seeing the smile on Lemon’s face nearly break, she smiled and took a step forward. “Then again, you wouldn’t understand the meaning behind it. It’s something deep and special between the two of us. Something unbreakable, dare I say. It is something you could never comprehend, Zest. I’ll ask you again,” she now stood in front of her hated foe, slightly looking up at the girl a couple of inches taller than her. “Where. Is. MY. Vinny~?”
Lemon saw red for a moment but was able to contain herself before doing what she'd regret doing later (although she’d thoroughly enjoy it at that moment). Being nearly eye to eye, with her being only a couple of inches taller than Octavia, she didn’t have to lean down, but she still did a slow but exaggerated lean to indicate her smaller stature. “Listen, Octavia, whatever you and Vinyl share and have, that deep bond of friendship you share? I get it. I respect it. But that’s the thing. It’s a bond of friendship without romantic meaning to her. Even after all the crap you’ve tried to pull against me, against us, she still considers you her close friend.”
Pressing her face further until they were mere inches apart, she continued. “So for all of our sakes. Get the fuck over it. We never fought for her. I never stole her from you. There was no battle, no scheming, no backstabbing. Vinyl chose me, not you, and you have to live up with it.”
“You think I’m going to believe that?” Octavia rebuked, her voice laced with the thickest of poisons. “That you simply met up at the Friendship Games, decided to hang out for a few months, and suddenly you’re in love? No. I don’t buy it. My intelligence will not be insulted by such a foolish ploy. You did something to her to reject me, didn’t you? You fucking Crystal Prep hooligans, always scheming, always backstabbing, always trying to ruin people’s lives. Everything was perfect before you showed your slime, slut-face, and enchanted my beloved Vinny away from me!”
“She. Never. Loved you!” She said quietly but firmly. “She never suspected you had those sort of feelings for her! She never saw you in a romantic way! You’re her best friend, Octavia. That’s what you are to her, not her lover. Never her lover. And NEVER more than her friend. Why the fuck can’t you understand that!?” She snarled. “I didn’t have to do anything! From the very first moment we met, I tried to be nothing but cordial towards you, and you spit in my face! I tried for her, but you wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t see the reality of things.”
Pulling back, she continued. “What do you want me to say? That I used voodoo hoodoo, said alakazam and BAM, Vinyl fell in love with me!? Because if that is what you believe happened, I feel sorry for you. Even if, even IF I could use whatever bullshit magical powers that seem to plague Canterlot High, I would never do something so fucking lowly, Octavia.”
“And yet you stole the love of my life away from me without mercy, you fucking cunt!” Octavia shouted, the music came to a halt, and every head in the vicinity turned their direction. “I love her with all my heart! I’ve loved her since I met her! We’ve been together for years, supporting each other! I was there when she cried because she would never sing! I was there when she nearly broke an arm in a car accident! She was there for me when I botched my first recital! She was there when my mother died! I deserve her love, not you! YOU STOLE HER AWAY FROM ME!” She yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Funny,” Lemon chuckled, the fire in her belly extending all over her body, barely contained. But for Vinyl… for her, she’d be the big woman and do the right thing. “You claim I stole her away from you. But how could I steal something that never belonged to you in the first place?”
Turning to leave before really doing something she’d regret later, Lemon opted to go find her girlfriend instead. So consumed by her focus to not succumb to her rage she never noticed a gray hand reach out to grab her by the wrist. She felt the squeeze around her wrist before a hard pull followed by a shove forced her to turn around.
The last thing Lemon Zest could see in her blurred vision was an enraged Octavia, her face red with anger and glaring death onto her.
*SSSLAAAAPPP!!!*
The echo of the mother of all slaps resonated through the now silent backyard of Sugarcoat. No one gasped. No one said anything. No one breathed. The world itself halted for a split second, deafened by the strike delivered with hatred and vilest, purest, blackest intent from Octavia’s outstretched hand onto Lemon Zest’s cheek.
The only other sound that was heard was the drop of a set of headphones hitting the soft grass and rolling for a few seconds before settling down.
Lemon Zest didn’t cry, she didn’t even feel the hit until her cheek was burning, pulsating with a kind of pain familiar but at the same time utterly alien to her. She incorporated herself to stand straight; firm, resolute, proud, unmoving, and most important of all, pissed as all fuck. The burning pain in her cheek vanished, she ignored the thin line of blood that escaped and drooled down the corner of her mouth, and she couldn’t taste the metallic flavor of her blood in her mouth.
The audience took an unconscious step back, their hearts pounding and agitated for some reason they couldn’t comprehend. Everyone that witnessed it would later swear they saw fire coming from the two, sparks forming violently as their auras clashed. They would also, quite deliberately, forget to mention how they almost pissed themselves in fear when they saw Lemon Zest spit out a wad of reddish saliva to the ground before smiling at Octavia.
“You fucking asked for it,” Lemon whispered, her voice reaching every onlooker at the same time. She didn’t feel pain, for that pathetic little itch coming from her red cheek was nothing compared to the roaring supervolcano erupting inside her. And before Octavia could react, she returned the gesture in kind.
The slap delivered was comparable to the one she’d received. Octavia’s head was forced to turn to her right, yet her eyes never blinked, showed pain, or broke the stalemate held by their clashing gazes. Returning her head facing forward, she spat some of her bloodied spit to the grass below and then returned the slap.
*SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP* *SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP**SLAP*
The DJ and the Cellist exchanged hard, hateful, angry slaps over and over again in turns; never flinching, crying, or giving more than a puff of hot air with each strike received. Their cheeks had turned vivid red and drops of blood flowed slowly from their mouths. Suddenly, Octavia pulled back, dodging a slap before spitting at Lemon’s face. The DJ managed to step aside, evading it, but she was too slow to stop Octavia as the girl lunged forward. Grabbing her by the hair and the edge of her shirt, Octavia pulled with all her might.
“YOU BITCH!” The cellist shouted, tearing a gash on Lemon’s clothes while forcing her head back as she pulled on her hair. But even that wasn’t enough to make Lemon cry out in pain. Instead, she felt two hands reaching her: one on her shoulder and the other on the back of her head. The first squeezed her joint, nearly causing her to loosen her grip over the pink-skinned bitch’s hair while the other took a handful of her hair and pulled back.
“TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME, YAH DAFT CUNT!” Lemon shouted, unable to look at her foe’s eyes but filling her voice with all the anger boiling in her belly.
Finally, the crowd began to react, at first with gasps and then by forming a circle around them, giving them a wide berth for them to fight and to avoid getting mixed in the crossfire. All except the two figures at the center.
“Alright, simmer down yah’ll! Applejack shouted as she ran to the two musicians currently trying to remove the scalp of the other.
“For fucks sakes, what brought this up!?” Rainbow asked, rushing alongside her friend.
Some among the crowd began to voice their disappointment as the two new arrivals tried to end the fight, none more vocal than a certain siren. “BOOO! BOOOOOOOO, I SAY! Let them fight! Let them fight! I wanna see someone get their ass handed to them!” Aria shouted, flipping a finger at Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
Applejack flipped a finger back at Aria. “Shut yer noise hole, love!” She managed to say before grabbing Lemon Zest from behind and squeezing Octavia’s hand, forcing her to release her hair without hurting. “What in the blazes’ gotten in yer heads!?”
“Whoa! Easy! Easy!” Rainbow yelled, imitating Applejack behind Octavia. The two girls managed to pull them apart while they raged, thrashed against them, and drooled angrily.
“LET ME GO! That bitch needs to pay for what she’s done to me and my Vinyl!” Octavia barked.
“She’s not your fucking property, Cuntavia!” Lemon snarled back. Just then, Indigo Zap arrived to stand in between the two. “Indy! What the fuck!? Applejack, let me go! I’m going to break her fucking fingers! Let’s see how she likes playing the cello then!”
“Simmer down, girl! Simmer down! Don’t make me pony up!” Applejack warned and that seemed to do the trick. “Now, calm down, both of you!”
“FINE!” Octavia shouted. “You can let go of me now, Dash. Unlike certain barbarians, I know better than strike an undefended foe… nor am I an impudent bitch.”
“Funny you say that because I saw you throw the first slap!” Sonata yelled from the back.
“AFTER she taunted me!” Octavia glared at the siren, making her yelp and jump behind Pinkie for protection. “Let me go, Rainbow… please, I just want to put this behind me.”
Rainbow Dash gave the other two a look and they nodded. Letting her go, ready to stop her if she lunged at Indigo to reach Lemon again, she stepped back. She was surprised when Octavia merely pulled a handkerchief from one of her pockets to clean the blood away. When she was done, she glared at Lemon and tossed her open bloodied handkerchief at her. She smirked upon seeing the rage on her eyes and knew she understood the gesture. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must freshen up before leaving this party. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
Lemon watched Octavia head to the bathroom while the crowd murmured and slowly began to dissolve, some grateful but most disappointed the fight had ended without any fanfare. After a few steps, however, Octavia stopped and looked down at her side. Following her gaze, she found the reason she’d stopped. “...My headphones…”
“...” Octavia heard her say, glanced at her, then at the headphones, then back at her. Her smile went wide, full of malicious intent.
Indigo was the only one that took notice in time to say anything while Lemon’s eyes went wide and heart stopped for a moment. “OCTAVIA, NO!” She shouted, lunging at the cellist in a vain attempt to stop her. Her scream served to drag everyone’s attention back. But it was too late, she was too slow to stop Octavia and could only watch her raise her right leg and then drive it down, stomping on Lemon’s headphones. The impact tore them into four different pieces that scattered around the grass. Not content with that, Octavia began to stomp over the remains over and over until the headphones were left decidedly broken and beyond the point of any sort of repair.
“Looks like I stepped on some trash. Be a dear and throw it away, will you?” Octavia said, cruelly. “At least I didn’t step on excrement. Same thing in the end.”
Applejack let go of Lemon Zest, the girl nearly dropping to her knees as her eyes, wide as they could be, as she stared at her destroyed headphones. Tears began to swell in her eyes, her lips quivering as she tried to mutter something but no sound came from her mouth.
“You fucking idiot…” Indigo said to Octavia, glaring at her. “Go fuck yourself, Octavia!” She said before storming off, standing next to Sugarcoat who was standing holding her cellphone up, recording everything.
Rainbow and Applejack exchanged glances, nodded, and stepped back. They didn’t know what was going on or why lemon had reacted that way over her headphones, but they didn’t question it. As they moved, the circle had reformed giving the two girls ample room. Suddenly, Lemon gritted her teeth and stared death upon the cellist.
Octavia huffed and spat on the headphones. “Why are you crying over some useless junk? You can always buy another set.”
“RRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Lemon roared, launching straight at Octavia. Her battle cry made almost everyone present recoil in fear, even the sirens took a step back as the cry reminded them of the fearsome amazons. Octavia was affected too, as, by the time she reacted to the incoming danger, it was already too late for her to do anything about it. She tackled the grey-skinned woman with all her might, driving her back and plunging both of them on the grass.
“CUNT! G-Get off of me, you fucking co--!” Octavia was interrupted by a hard slap across her face, followed shortly by a punch to her ribs. “GAAAAH! You bitch!” She cursed before driving her knee up trying to hit Lemon’s crotch. Fortunately for the DJ, she missed her mark but hit hr lower back.
“GRAAAAGGHH!” Lemon cried in a mix of pain and rage. The pain vanished in a moment before Octavia managed to grab her by the hair and pull her to the side. She latched onto Octavia’s hair, pulling at it fiercely with the intention of harming her as much as she could. They rolled around the ground for a time, trading hard slaps, kicks, knee strikes, punches, and a few headbutts here and there whenever possible. Letting go of their hold, they rolled away from each other with Octavia staggering to her feet and Lemon Zest doing a roll to then jump to hers. Before they could charge again, Bon Bon, Lyra, Sunset, Rainbow, and Applejack intervened, the last two convinced by their friend to join her intercepted them.
“Okay, that’s about enough!” Aria Blaze, of all people, stepped forth flanked by Sonata, Indigo, and Pinkie. She was visibly shaking and her face showed nothing but rage. “Hold them!” At her command, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Lyra grabbed Lemon Zest, the girl snarling against their hold but her eyes never leaving the cellist scant meters away from her. Bon Bon, Pinkie, and Sonata went to hold Octavia down while she and Indigo served as the voices of reason, ridiculous as it seemed. “I can feel the bloodlust in them. Sunset felt the most… if we allow this to continue the way it is, one of you is going to end up dead.”
“SHE DESERVES NOTHING BETTER!” Snarled Octavia, fighting against the hold of the three girls. “Let me go! I’ll fucking kill that bitch for everything she’s done to me!”
“...” Lemon said nothing, she only stared down at Octavia with unbridled fury. “..I won’t kill her… she doesn’t fucking deserve that mercy. I can forget everything she said about me… I can forgive all the shit she’s tried to pull under my feet… I can even put aside her obsession…” she glanced at her shattered headphones and how Sunset was picking up the pieces and putting them in her handkerchief for safekeeping. Touched by the gesture, her anger boiled anew as a few tears kept falling down her cheeks silently. “But what she’s done to my headphones. That… that I can’t forgive,” she squinted her eyes at her. “So you better pray to all the Gods you know, Octavia, because I’m going to wreck your shit up.”
Her chilling words sent a shiver up everyone’s spine, all but Sunset’s as she made her way outside the circle only to encounter a very confused Vinyl looking around for her girlfriend. When she saw her, she smiled and did a clumsy sign that translated to ‘Where me heart?’. With a crushed heart and with tears threatening to escape from her eyes, she approached the alabaster mute girl and presented her with the handkerchief.
The pair of drinks she was carrying fell to the ground as the DJ rushed past Sunset, her mouth moving frantically but not a single sound coming out of it but raspy gasps for breath. Moving through the crowd was easy enough and when she reached the front, she witnessed what the commotion was all about.
Seeing her best friend and her girlfriend bloodied, with some visible bruises, worked up, and with a few tears on their clothes told her more than enough that her worst nightmare had finally happened. For a moment, everything froze as she stepped forward, the two fighting girls now fixated on the alabaster-skinned girl walking towards the cellist.
‘Why did you do it? Why did you break Lemon’s headphones!?’ she signed, demanding an answer from her friend once she stood in front of her.
“Had I known all it took to bring out her true self was to break those garnish things, I would’ve done so sooner. Look at that animal, Vinyl. Please, my love, can’t you see I’m the one who truly deserves you? The one that truly understands you and respects you?” Octavia begged.
Lemon looked and listened but said nothing until Vinyl raised her hands again. “Don’t tell her,” she warned her girlfriend. “If anyone is going to tell her, it’s going to be me but only after I carve my name on her forehead so she won’t forget me. Ever.” She promised firmly and without reservation, making it clear she meant every word of it. “Come on, Melody. What’s wrong? Afraid you’ll lose and show my girlfriend what a fucking backstabbing, cheating pussy you are?” She spat venomously. “No rings, no collars, no accessories. Just you, me, and our fists. You, me, here, now. Get to it, bitch.”
“And you think we’ll let you!?” Said Rainbow Dash. “Trying to teach her a lesson is one thing, but you’re taking it to another level, Lemon!”
‘Tavi, please, just… just go away. We can never be together, not in the way you want. So please, just end this and leave. I’ll make sure Lemon won’t go after you, but please, just go.’ she signed, begging her friend to leave. She recoiled seeing her hurt expression but then it shifted as quickly as it came to anger.
“Never. This is my chance to prove to you I’m better than her. That I deserve you, not that Crystal Prep cunt nobody that showed up one that and made something to you so you’d love her and not me!” Octavia ranted. “As for your headphones, too bad it didn’t occur to me to urinate on them, just to make sure they’ll never work again!”
Vinyl looked shocked as did all of Lemon’s friends, but then it changed to sadness. She turned around but Octavia managed to get a hold of her wrist before she could leave her completely. She looked back at Octavia, thinking she wanted to say anything else, she certainly didn’t expect her trying to lunge at her in a clear attempt to steal a kiss from her. Her training kicked in and bent back at the last moment before slapping her with her free hand; the shock more than enough for Octavia to release her wrist. Walking away after giving her friend a disappointed, sad look, she asked Sunset to come close. Doing so, she signed slowly, firmly, and defeatedly. Nodding, she walked to where Sugarcoat was and stood next to her.
Sunset cleared her throat and said. “Vinyl signaled to me ‘LET THEM FIGHT’.” She repeated her words, putting as much emphasis and weight behind them as Vinyl had.
Lemon smiled. “You heard the lady. It’s a free for all~” Rainbow, Applejack, and Lyra let go of her but as she had proposed, began removing her ring, earrings, cellphone, and any other accessory she was carrying to offer a fair fight.
Despite how hurt she was at Vinyl’s rejection and slap, her allowing them to fight made her smile. “So it’s a test, eh? Fine. If that's what’ll take to win you over, my love, I’ll beat her sorry pink arse,” she said before removing her accessories, giving them to Bon Bon for safekeeping.
“Heeeeey, Melody. You better take off that ridiculous bowtie before I choke you with it. Wouldn’t want to end your fucking beating early because of it, cunt,” Lemon said, smiling at the cellist.
“How kind of you, you brutish tramp,” Octavia replied, removing her bowtie.
“If yah’ll get too excited and things get really dangerous, I’ll throw each of you across the house. You know I can. So you better not try tah kill each other, got that?” Applejack threatened before moving away.
Next to Sugarcoat, Vinyl turned around, not wishing to see what was about to happen.
Lemon and Octavia then began to walk forth, straight at each other with clenched fists. Then, halfway through, they rush at each other. Everyone expected them to fight like girls usually do and like they had done so far, with slaps, hair pulling, and a few strikes here and there. No one was expecting them to throw solid punches at each other. Lemon dodged the first three punches of Octavia but she was nimble despite her apparent stiffness and managed to dodge her strikes. She wasn’t going to jab or do combo plays or anything of the sort. Lemon was aiming for the kill with hard punches with hardly any regard for aim. She was unable to dodge Octavia’s fourth and fifth punch, stinking her in the gut and forcing some air out of her. She responded with a hard punch to her ribs.
“Grrrraaaah, you bitch!” Octavia shouted before punching her tits, sending Lemon back a few steps recoiling in pain, struggling for air. She advanced again and connected a combo of five punches. Two to her gut, one to her ribs, another to her shoulder, and the last across her face.
Slightly dazed, Lemon didn’t see the next punch coming hitting her in her right eye which nearly sent her to the ground. The strike rattled her senses good and brought her out of her daze in time to block another hard punch, pushing her offending arm aside surprising the cellist. This gave her enough room to strike a solid punch to her face, straight against her nose but not enough to break it or draw blood.
Punching her in the ribs again, Octavia groaned in pain before throwing a kick at Lemon’s crotch. Lemon jumped back but that left her open for Octavia to deliver a three-hit-combo across her face, the last one busting a lip and making her spill out blood.
“RRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!” Cried Lemon angrily as adrenalin flooded her system. She took another two solid punches to the face, one scratching her with a nail and the other hitting her right eye again.
“FUUU---AAAAAARRRRGGGGG!” Octavia tried to curse, but it was far too late to stop Lemon’s attack as it connected with her nose. Something cracked and blood gushed out from her nostrils. She was about to lose her footing when she returned the strike with two punches across Lemon’s face, staggering her for a moment. She used that moment to spin around and deliver a devastating back-handed punch across her face, sending her to the ground and coughing up some blood. Instead of attacking her, she used the moment of respite to grab her nose and, using her knowledge in first aid, put her nose back in place, stopping the bleeding. When she was done, Lemon was back on her feet, uncaring that her whole mouth and neck were now covered in blood and her right eye had swollen.
The two women charged again letting out a bellowing warcry, exchanging a flurry of punches and the occasional kick. While they were fighting, Aria Blaze watched the spectacle with avid enthusiasm. Only Applejack noticed her stealthily rubbing her pussy over her trousers. Applejack groaned at her girlfriend’s antics and moved to better conceal her actions with her body. So fixated was everybody in the fight, except for Vinyl who refused to see it happening, flinching with every hit, pained moan, and cursing the girls let out, that no one noticed a certain girl approach Vinyl Scratch.
Vinyl felt a hand land on her shoulder. “If they get to solve their differences, then it’s high time we do so as well, you mute cunt,” a voice barked.
The alabaster-skinned girl turned around to find Frosty Orange, Lemon’s previous girlfriend, staring angrily at her. She only had time to remove her glasses before the girl punched her cheek, taking her entirely by surprise. Her glasses flying off and headphones falling to the ground.
“You’ll pay for stealing Lemon away from me, you Canterlot High bitch!” Frosty said as she prepared another punch.
Back in the middle of the fight, Lemon caught a glimpse of what Frosty had done. She had finally managed to get the upper hand on Octavia and had been preparing to knock the living daylights out of her, but seeing her ex-girlfriend sucker-punch her girlfriend like that distracted her for a moment. Her rage against Octavia was forgotten for an instant as every instinct told her to defend her beloved. She didn’t have to worry, though.
Almost instantly after the punch connected and Frosty was ready to throw another, Vinyl grabbed her wrist, twisted it around causing the light orange-skinned girl to scream in pain as her wrist was dislocated instantly. Her screeching didn’t last long as Vinyl performed a masterful roundhouse movement before driving her right foot up to Frosty’s face. The momentum dragging the girl to the ground, knocking her out cold before even hitting the ground. After that, Vinyl was forced to watch their fight carry on.
It was fast, perhaps five or six seconds of distraction, but that was the chance Octavia needed to turn the tables with a trio of punches to the gut and a grazing uppercut to her chin. She stumbled back and Octavia was on top of her in an instant. Before she could do anything about it, Octavia grabbed a fistful of her hair at each side of her head and began to slam it against the ground repeatedly; her eyes burning with hatred as she did.
Lemon could feel her brain and teeth rattle with each strike and her vision was murky at best, still, she felt no pain thanks to the adrenalin. “RRRAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!” She screamed, not in pain but in absolute rage, before throwing a punch in the general direction on Octavia’s face. It connected with a satisfying crack and she knew that had at least cost the girl a tooth.
“FUUUCK!” Octavia screamed, fresh blood spilling out of her mouth before spitting the fragment of a tooth. That had forced her to stop bashing Lemon’s skull against the grass for long enough for the green-haired girl to punch her ribs twice, making her flinch, then knee her back, and finally grab her by the throat before using all her might to flip them both to the side.
They struggled on the ground for a few moments, not giving a fuck about the mud and grass staining their ragged clothes and exposed skin. Finally, Lemon proved superior as she punched Octavia in the gut, knocking some air out of her before forcing her to lay on the ground face first. She then imitated her hated foe’s tactic and began to slam her against the ground face-first.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I’LL FUCKING END YOU, YOU CUNT!” Lemon cried out while continuing to cave Octavia’s face to the ground, her body slowly losing strength and going limp. Suddenly, a pair of arms embraced her from behind and wrapped around her neck. For a moment, she thought someone was trying to grapple her, but when she noticed there was no pressure, she stopped… and recognized the familiar warmth of her girlfriend. “V-Vinyl… she… she… broke my headphones… she… us… she… s-s-sheeee…. AAAAAHHHHHH!”
All of her rage and anger vanished in an instant, her suppressed grief bursting forth as she climbed off of Octavia’s back and began crying on Vinyl’s embrace, openly bawling as the floodgates were finally unleashed.
While they were crying, Octavia rolled away groaning in pain. She tried to stand but she faltered and fell to the ground again, barely managing to sit on the ground and rub her head while her vision returned to her. When it did, she saw Lemon Zest crying her heart out, bawling and weeping while Vinyl hugged her tightly. She watched the scene while her heart crumbled and she knew, right there and there, more than the ache of her muscles or the pain coursing through her body, that she had truly lost. This was her defeat.
“You should probably go, Octavia,” Sunset said, approaching her while carrying the destroyed headphones. “Fluttershy is bringing her medikit… she offered to get you home and tend to your wounds there unless you want to go to a hospital.”
Octavia spat a mix of drool, blood, and mud. “What’s up with her? If I didn’t know better, I’d say she got angrier after I broke those ridiculous things. What, they were limited edition or something?” She mocked. Even though she had lost that didn’t mean she couldn’t be petty and disgruntled about it. Her answer came in the form of Sunset’s fingertip touching her glabella. Her eyes began to glow and in an instant, she understood.
“...O...oh… Oh… no… nononononono... fuck I… I’d never… had I known… I…,” with wide-open eyes she turned to face the crying Lemon. “L-Lemon… I… I’m so sorry… I didn’t know that your headphones were--”
“Save it!” She yelled, sniffing, and turning to face the cellist with nothing but anger. “What? You thought you were the only one whose mom died of cancer!? Well, asshole, now you know!” Seeing the shock in her eyes, she continued. “Yeah, I know about your mom. Vinyl told me! Why the fuck do you think I never slapped your shit before, cunt!? Those headphones were her last gift to remember her by,” she snarled, nearly foaming with hatred. “I’ve worn them every day since she died! I promised on her grave that I’d be using them until the day I fucking die! AND YOU STOLE THAT FROM ME, OCTAVIA!” She shouted before getting back to crying.
Octavia stared at her foe crying and Vinyl slowly helped her to her feet. She watched as they moved away, escorted by Sunny Flare, Sonata Dusk, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash. “...I… didn’t know…” she muttered before getting to her feet albeit shakily. Wallflower and Fluttershy rushed in to help Octavia. No matter what had happened during the fight, they needed help now, both of them did, and only that mattered.
“...” Sunset was on the verge of tears as she saw Octavia leaving on one side and Lemon by the other. She looked down at the pieces of the headphones and her heart wept. She… couldn’t relate. She never knew her biological parents back in Equestria. She was just an orphan. The closest thing she had to a maternal figure was Celestia, but she knew the pain of loss, and her powers allowed her to understand Lemon’s feelings. She cursed herself for a moment and cursed the human world for not having magic as Equestria had.
Her eyes widened. Pulling out her cellphone, she looked at the date and did some calculations. Then, she smiled. She caught up to Lemon and Vinyl, the former still crying her heart out over her loss.
“Lemon Zest, give me three days,” Sunset said in a solemn tone and with a confidence that forced all her friends to look at her. “Three days, that’s all I ask, and when I’m back, your headphones will be restored to how they were before Octavia broke them.”
Lemon sniffed, staring at her friend in disbelief. After several seconds of silence came her shaky reply. “...please…”
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-Three Days Later-
Lemon Zest and Vinyl Scratch arrived in front of Sunset’s cozy two-story house and knocked on the door. They soon heard steps approaching and then the click of the door before it swung open only to find a smiling Sunset Shimmer.
“Hi, I was expecting you a little later, eheheeee,” Sunset said, still wearing her pajamas.
“It’s noon, Sunset,” Lemon deadpanned while Vinyl snorted. “Can we come in?”
“Please,” Sunset stepped aside, letting the duo enter her home. “Sooooo, I see the creams Fluttershy gave you are doing wonders.”
Lemon touched her swollen eye, still quite in a bad shape but nowhere near as bad as it should be. “Yeah. I might have only a nasty bruise in a few days, right on time for our party!”
“You seem to be in a good mood,” Sunset chuckled while she led them up to her open second floor.
“Oh yeaaaah, I got to be nursed back to health by my lovely girlfriend, my step-mom was mad I got into a fight but after I told her what happened, she nearly drove off to give Octavia a piece of her mind. My dad was a call away from making a lawsuit, but when I told them I had a magical friend, who is technically an alien from another dimension and also happens to be a talking unicorn that can fix my headphones, they relaxed a little.”
‘I still think it was weird they didn’t ask you if you were high or something’, Vinyl signaled, smirking widely.
“We’ve dealt with mad bitches trying to tear open magical portals to other dimensions, sirens hellbent on domination, more crazy bitches gaining powers than I can count, and we even have our cheap knockoff Sailor Moon squad running around. What’s not to believe?”
“Call me a knock off again and I swear I’ll--”
“But that was all they needed to let me take care of things,” Lemon continued, cutting off Sunset’s threat while one of her eyebrows twitched angrily. “So, where are my headphones? Did you… did you manage to do it?”
Sunset sighed and crossed her arms. “Seriously comparing us to Sailor Moon? Why not Kill La Kill? They kick ass… I even have a Ryuko cosplay…”
“Sunset?”
“Eh? Sorry, what was that? I kinda zoned out there for a moment after hearing some bullshit,” she cleared her throat. “Were you saying?”
“Headphones. Do you have them?” Lemon asked softly, gently before swallowing nervously.
“Here they are,” she then pulled a small box from under her bed and presented them to Lemon.
Receiving the box, she opened it slowly and with shaking hands; her heartbeat loudly resonating in her ears. Her eyes widened slightly and she felt like crying but contained herself. Carefully, she brought the restored headphones out of the box and examined them. Everything was in order. They weren’t brand new as she dreaded. The old scratches were there, the marks of use and tear were there, and even the few spots where the painting had started to peel off were there.
“As I promised, I managed to get them restored to how they were before they were destroyed. I had to ask around a little, visit experts, make-out with a certain mare,” she coughed. “But I finally got it back on track. Can you believe that an Earth Pony was an expert on temporal and time-restoring properties? Fixing something with magic makes it brand new so it was quite tricky getting it right,” she explained with a smile on her face.
Lemon didn’t hear her as her attention was focused on her precious headphones. She hugged them tightly, kissed them, put them back in the box, and then got up; going downstairs to place it on Sunset’s living room table for safekeeping for the time being. She then climbed back to her room and smiled at her friend, Vinyl joining her on the verge of tears.
Before Sunset could say anything, Lemon jumped at her, kissing her fully. The initial surprise wore off quickly and she returned the kiss with enthusiasm. It was when she moved her arms around Lemon’s back that the green-haired whimpered in pain, pulling away.
“Owowowowow! Fuck! I swear fresh bruises hurt more than the actual hit that put them in there in the first place!” Lemon complained whilst rubbing her ribs and stomach.
“Jeez, she really did a number on you. Never thought Octavia had it in her to be that much of a fighter. Or you, for that matter. That crazy bitch, Frosty Orange, got you good, Vinyl, but damn! You put her in her place faster than Sonata gobbling a taco. That reminds me, when I got back Pinkie told me Aria asked Sugarcoat for something. Knowing her, she filmed the entire thing,” she chuckled.
“I won’t be able to move a lot… and I really want to show you my gratitude, Sunset,” she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Our gratitude.”
“Can’t say I’m not interested in that kind of reward,” she smiled at them. “But do you think it’s wise?”
“If I don’t move a lot, then yeah. I don’t like it, but I’ll have to take the bottom for this one. Got to keep your pussy for myself, so that’s a win!” She laughed before she began to undress without a care in the world; her girlfriend following suit and pulling two strap-ons from her backpack.
“I see you came… prepared…,” Sunset began to say, already planning on a witty remark but it died on her throat as more of Lemon’s skin was revealed. The fight had been fierce and besides her swollen eye and partially bruised cheeks, she hadn’t put much thought to how the rest of her body had fared. Bruises of varying degrees ranging from barely visible to nasty looking purple spots littered her fair pink skin, particularly around her abdomen. There were several scratches and blood crusts from those that had gone too deep, managing to draw some blood.
Now that she remembered it, Fluttershy had told her Octavia was in similar conditions with the cellist sporting massively bruised ribs, swollen, bruised cheeks, a chipped tooth, a broken nose despite her quick fix though her action would prevent scarring or disfigurement, and lesser bruises on her eyes as well as scratches all over her body. And that was without taking into account their busted lips and the bloodloss.
Many would find a bruised body ugly, but Sunset found it incredibly arousing even as she wished the circumstances that had led to them weren’t as unnecessary as they had been. Moving as fast as a certain prismatic-haired athlete, she practically tore off her pajamas, tossing them aside before Vinyl tackled her, kissing her deeply in her girlfriend’s stead. While their tongues danced and lips mashed, Lemon attacked Sunset’s tits, groping one and taking the nipple of the other one into her mouth. Both DJ’s moved a hand in between Sunset’s crotch, their fingers taking turns, and supporting each other in a two-pronged assault on her pussy and clit.
They didn’t move much due to Lemon’s injuries, but they did what they could by shifting around a little. In one moment, the Dj’s would be assaulting Sunset and the next one of them would assault the other and Sunset would support her for a few moments before returning their focus on the red and yellow-haired girl.
Offhandedly, Vinyl brought out the lube before pulling back letting Lemon take momentary control of the situation. While she put on her strap-on and proceeded to lube it up, Lemon guided Sunset on top of her, their lips now united in a sweet but passionate kiss.
“Hey, babe,” Lemon called, breaking off the kiss though that didn’t stop Sunset from nipping her neck. “Do you think Sunset earned herself a permanent open invitation to our bedroom for fixing my headphones?”
‘I’d say she more than earned that, love,’ Vinyl signaled. ‘Need help with your strap-on? Also, why didn’t you bring the nice one? You know, the expensive one?’
“I’m saving it for you know what~” Lemon sang. “And yes, please, I can’t move my hips that much right now, so you’ll have to do the rocking, Sunset. But don’t worry, my girl is gonna breed your ass nice and proper she will~”
“You know how to give the best gifts, Lemon Zesty~” Sunset replied, lifting her hips and moving slightly to the side to allow Vinyl easy access to her girlfriend’s loins. With practiced ease, Lemon was left bearing a new prosthetic cock to use. “Why, such a nice seat! You shouldn’t have, Lemon!” She giggled while Lemon gripped her hips tightly and she positioned herself over hers. It took her two misses to find the sweet spot, her vaginal folds parted to give way to a lubed-up cock; though she was pretty confident it wasn’t necessary given how wet she already was but extra help was always welcomed. “Uffff, that h-hits the sweet spot alright,” she moaned once the entirety of the shaft was safely stored inside her pussy.
She was about to move when two hands appeared from under her armpits and quickly grabbed her breasts, groping and squeezing them with milking intent. “Mmmmmffff~! Vinyyyyyyl! No fair!” She protested playfully making the mute girl pinch her nipples, pulling and twisting them wantonly.
“All is fair in love and war, Suntits. Or in this case, maybe it’s music? Eh, who cares? As long as you siiiing for us, girl!” Lemon replied, using every ounce of strength on her to keep Sunset in place while Vinyl moved behind her. She watched the golden-skinned girl’s expressions shift as she moaned and groaned with each inch Vinyl shoved inside her bum until their flesh collided with a weak but healthy smack.
“I-Is that the best you’ve got!?” Sunset taunted in between heavy moans, enjoying the feeling of two girthy strap-ons up her holes and two beautiful girls pinning her in place. She didn’t see Lemon and Vinyl share a quick smile. “FUUUCK!”
Her scream of pleasure was loud and sudden when Vinyl began pounding her ass and Lemon held her in place, preventing her from moving much with each hard thrust. Vinyl groped her tits using them as leverage for her to fuck her even harder and faster. The force of her fucking was more than enough to shake her back and forth, rubbing her against Lemon’s groin and rattling the fake cock inside her cunt around hitting every sensible spot inside it time and time again.
“FUCK! YES! Keep fucking me like that! AAhhhh! AHhhh~! MMmmhhhmmmm~! L-Lemon! V-Vinyl! Yes! Right there! RIGHT FUCKING THERE! Oh, fuck yes! Oh, fuuuuck yeeeeeeessssss!”
“H-Holy fuck, Sunset! I can practically feel how fucking tight you are. Like, holy shit! How badly did you need a good fucking, sweet-ass!?” Lemon barked with a laugh, delighting herself in Sunset’s myriad expressions.
“BAD!” Came her reply before she let out a bellowing moan that echoed through the entire house and was probably heard by her neighbors and anyone passing by right at that moment. “MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUUUUUUUM!”
The two girls obliged happily and began working in tandem to truly bring their friend into a blissful pleasure induced coma. Flesh met plastic and flesh in equal measure, the three girls moaning as they enjoyed themselves right on Sunset’s bed. It didn’t take long before the three of them approached their climaxes, their words forgotten in favor of animalistic moaning and groaning.
Sunset was the first to achieve her orgasm, her pussy spraying her womanly nectar all over Lemon’s crotch and belly. Some of it reached as far as her tits and even her face, which were promptly licked and drank by the thirsty green-haired Crystal Prep graduate. The two DJ’s followed suit shortly after, cumming into their strap-ons as they came to a sudden halt of their movements.
Vinyl hugged Sunset from behind, kissing her nape and fondling her breasts gently after the rough groping she received from her moments ago. Lemon was catching her breath, her aching bruises and pained muscles begging her to stop. So she told them to go fuck themselves and embrace her more pressing lustful side at the moment.
“Hope you ain’t planning on leaving your house, Suntits. Cuz we’re treating yah to a whole lot of gratitude!” Lemon announced.
“Y-You perverted monsteeeer~” Sunset moaned happily.
“I’m innocent this time. You can thank that sexy stuff behind you for that,” she chuckled. “Now… how about we get a breather and then start round two? Sucks I won’t be able to fuck you nice and proper right now, but we’ll have time for that later won’t we?”
“I can’t wait~” Sunset sang before her mind began to wander. An idea popped into her head and she was curious if she could actually do it. It’s worth a shot, she thought, decisively. Then, she smirked. But right now I have two sets of six-inch-long reasons shoved inside my holes and two horny reasons to try it out later!
Meanwhile far away from there, Sour Sweet stopped launching arrows at her targets and growled. She had been feeling that for a few days and her aim had suffered because of it. She wasn’t sloppy by any means but she wasn’t at her peak either.
“Something wrong, dear?” Her father asked.
She shook her head before answering. “Not really, dad. It’s just that… I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling like I missed out on a good fight.”
The End.
Author's Note
Special thanks to anyone that read this!
