Ceiling Wars

“Oh my God, that was amazing!” Sunset Shimmer exclaimed, wearing nothing more than a delirious smile on her face. Her brilliant turquoise eyes had seemingly picked a spot above her to focus on and her red-and-yellow hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her breasts as she blinked the salty water from her eyes.

Popping up from under the dark marron bed cover, a male with sapphire blue skin, deep ocean blue eyes, and long rose-purple hair with shimmering midnight blue highlights practically copied Sunset’s smile. “Can we go again?!”

“Oh! With more of that green smoking magic.”

“Hah! Yeah! Just… really try to mess our shit up.”

Sunset glanced skyward. “Oh man... just mess us up sideways-frontways-and-backways.” She locked eyes with the pair across the room from her. “Seriously, Equestria has been a nightmare of Troglodytes, Trolls, and terrible, terrible court sessions,” she mumbled.

Justice’s eyes went vacant. “If I hear one more word about radishes I will figure out a way to annihilate them from existence.” His mouth twerked. “I should check if Starlight hates radishes.”

“Terrible idea, lover of mine!” Sunset exclaimed. “She loves radishes, but might just do it to see if she can.”

“I know,” Justice replied with a manic smile.

Sonata slithered up from Sunset’s right, her cobalt blue striped hair sticking to her body. She shot a sangria shaded death glare at Justice. “If you destroy radishes I will kill you, for realizes.”

Justice let out a satisfied sigh and collapsed backwards unto the bed. “That was amazing, I think my heart almost exploded there, death felt imminent. Shall we go again?”

“Yes,” Sonata answered curtly.

“How intense of an emotion connection do you want?” Sunset’s bed companion asked as his head tilted slightly sideways his smile turned delirious.

“And how hard do you want to physical connect?!

“Do you three want to feel what we feel?”

“No joke, with this many we’re going to orgasm pass out for sure and maybe die, except for the part about being immortal…”

“Word. The neighbors might be scared of the screams.”

“The goat should be on lock-down.”

“Windows left open!”

“Police pre-warned of noise complaints.”

“Homeland security told no one is in danger in anyway that can be charged in a court of law.”

“The Men in Black emailed those sounds were terrestrial, though study worthy.”

“Bats checked on for vertigo.”

“Dogs treated for PTSD.”

“CATS left alone, because, that was weird but they’re doing cat things.”

“Trees treated for anxiety!”

“Eels—”

“Alright, already!” Aria Blaze shouted. A palm covering her eyes and a loose-fitting Darth Vader t-short, sporting the figure holding a lightsaber over his shoulder as the incomplete Death Star II hovered overhead a squadron of TIE Fighters flew by. A tight-fitting pair of boxer briefs featuring a fully armed, in multiple senses of the phrase, Pickle Rick completed her ensemble.

Sonata Dusk, a magenta bra sitting atop her head and a single cup covering a sizeable portion of her face, popped up on Sunset’s left. “We’re keeping them, right, right?! I mean, my nose started bleeding, like, really fucking bad during that last orgy, but I think about everyone got off on it.”

Adagio Dazzle, wearing an open magenta robe made of silk with a gold dragon print of Asian origin, shot her own bed a bemused look as she whipped her own sweat soaked hair from her face. A realization struck that she had more than a little copiability in this assembled madhouse and would have to occasionally damage control the trio of psychotics in front of her and that she had maybe, possibly, conceivably, penchant, perhaps made a mistake when she invited them both to live with the three. “Aria, you’re in charge.”

Aria lifted her hand and brushed a strand of dark-purple hair away. “Seriously?”

“…. Maybe,” Adagio responded as she watched a tittering Sunset beset upon by Sonata and the other occupant of the bed. “Sonata, Justice, maybe take it easy and just lay next to Sunset and—nope—okay, oral sex it is.”

Adagio caught a flash of something fast and light purple. Her arm swatted it away, but her legs wear quickly cut out from under her. “Mother fuck!” she exclaimed as she fell to the ground, her attempt to roll to safety cut short by a foot placed directly on her naked sternum.

“Alright,” Aria said with an icepick smile. “I’ll run you and—”

“Holy Christ on a motor-cyc!” Sonata exclaimed. “I think I met God, hot girl Satan, Quetzalcoatl, and at least two Hobbits… Dagi, Ari, do either of toy have some spare blood to keep me con-science-conscience, erm...”

“Just a sec, ‘Nata,” Aria replied. She smiled victoriously at her sister below her “Fuck yeah, I’ll run cum-dungeon Arkham Asylum.” An unpleasant thought smashed into her mind like a Texas-sized meteorite crashing into her psyche. “You’ll still pay the bills and take care of, you know… our vast, mostly-secret empire?”

Adagio let out a chortle. “Of course.”

“Fuck yeah,” Aria uttered.

“Seriously!” Sonata called out. “Super woozy and dimensionally unhooked… so… there’s blood in the blood fridge! It’s the mini-fridge that is red because of all the blood packs I keep in case of blood loss related emergencies… of which this is!” she added.

“Aria, I’m in love with your shirt!” Justice called out. “Let me get a better look! Also, Sonata definitely needs that blood.”

Sunset chimed in. “And I could really use a sandwich if you two are taking request.”

“Oo! Samezies!”

“You owe me a quarter, Justice!” Sonata woozily looked at her sisters. “Please also get me a sandwich, which may or may or be my last, you dilly-dallying dicks.”

Aria swallowed. “I’ve made a terrible error in judgment, haven’t I?”

Adagio snickered. “Yes.”

Aria looked down and glared. “Make me a sandwich. Bitch.”

“Oooff!” Adagio’s eyes shot open wide and she clenched her thighs together and let out a soft moan as pleasure rocked her body. “Uh… I’ll make five in—ffff-ffff— a bit—” she moaned again “—here.”

“Cool,” Aria replied. “I’ll handle some drinks and the blood for Sonata.”

“Justice,” Sunset began, “I think I’m blissed out. Is that the ceiling above us or a really, really, cloudy sky with tiny little shadows and-fuck, that’s definitely the ceiling.”

“I’m really glad you said something, I was convinced that was a really detailed cloud.”

Sonata snickered. “How many pixels would you say the ceiling is.”

Sunset and Justice exchanged glances.

“A metric fuck-ton,” Justice replied.

Sunset guffawed. “Did you mean resolution, ‘Nata?”

“No!” Sonata said with a lopsided grin. “The ceiling is reality amount of resolution.”

~~~ooo--- Roughly 20 minutes of inane banter later ---ooo~~~

“I say war with the ceiling gods!” Sunset cried her naked body smeared with blood diagonally across her chest to match the bloody handprint over her left eye.

Justice sneered at her, a ragged, bloody lightning bolt drawn over his right eye. “And I say peace! Plus I- like-already made friends with a bunch of them.”

“War, mother duckers!” Sonata cried.

Sunset gave her husband a frenzied look. “War it is!”

“Damnit! I had already made movie plans with the ceiling gods and their leader, Mitch.”

From the other side of the room, Aria and Adagio watched. Aria’s left eyebrow twitched as she tried to process the Sonata+++ insanity she was watching.

Adagio took a bite of a sandwich. “You’re in charge of this bitch. Good fucking luck.”

Author's Note