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“How can you afford such a house?” Wallflower asked, looking around the kitchen. She was pretty sure it was bigger than her room – and much cleaner, in fact. “I mean, you live here all alone, right?”
“Yeah,” Sunset replied. “Let’s say it’s about, uhh… gems, and leave it at that. And yes, my parents are… not here, so to speak.”
“Sounds illegal,” Wallflower said, walking towards the flower pots on the windowsill. She recognised oregano, basil, sage, and thyme, but the fourth pot confused her. “Is it grass?”
“Yes, why are you asking?” Sunset walked to the windowsill, picked some blades of grass and started chewing on them.
Wallflower raised her finger, throwing nervous glances around. “I mean… This only raises further questions.”
“It reminds me of home.” Sunset shrugged. “Okay, we have work to do, remember?”
“Yeah,” Wallflower replied. “I’m not sure why you asked me specifically.”
“Because if I asked Twilight for help, she’d first somehow burn water in the kettle and then she’d come up with an extremely convoluted scientific method of making sandwiches which would result in half of the block blacking out.” Sunset opened the fridge. “Also, you helped me carry Rainbow Dash here.”
“Well, I dropped her on her head once or twice,” Wallflower said. “Are you sure she’ll be fine?”
“Trust me, there won’t be any difference.” Sunset smirked, putting the ingredients on the counter. “Can you get a frying pan?”
“Next time we should switch places,” Wallflower said, opening the cupboard Sunset had pointed at. “I guess I’d get a better grip on her legs.”
“Yeah, and then you’d pass out after smelling Rainbow Dash’s shoes after she ran a half marathon.” Sunset shook her head. “Also, I hope she never gets the idea to try an actual marathon. We’d need more than a sandwich to help her get back on her feet.”
“I have no problems with smell,” Wallflower muttered. “I take care of the school garden. That includes fertiliser, you know.”
“On a semi-related note, did you wash your hands before touching this frying pan?” Sunset picked some more blades of grass.
“Yes,” Wallflower replied, wincing. “Can you stop eating that? It’s unnerving.”
“As I said, it reminds me of home.” Sunset sighed.
Wallflower looked through the window. “Do you also eat grass from your backyard?”
“Nah,” Sunset replied. “It’s just normal grass, while this here is Griffonstone Green. Where I come from, that’ some serious gourmet shit.”
Wallflower nodded slowly, backpedalling with a frying pan in her hand. “What am I even doing here…”
“Helping me make a sandwich for Rainbow Dash after she finished a half marathon and basically ran out of fuel, so to speak,” Sunset replied, grabbing some lettuce from the fridge. “Okay, I have bacon and pepperoni, so I guess she won’t run out of proteins anytime soon.”
“I’d grab a sandwich too, but without any grass,” Wallflower said. “I’m not a cannibal.”
“What would you want?” Sunset asked.
“Peanut butter, banana, and bacon,” Wallflower replied.
“I guess you don’t identify as a banana, then?” Sunset smirked.
“Nah, it’s too cold to grow them here.” Wallflower chuckled. “Do you want me to slice that bacon?”
“If you’d be so nice…” Sunset shrugged. “Do you think Rainbow would like bananas too?”
Wallflower shrugged. “I have no idea. Shouldn’t you know that, by the way? I never really talked to her in my life, aside from that one moment, when…” She smiled sheepishly. “Nevermind, she doesn’t remember it and I don’t think I’d want to share this one.”
“I have Pinkie Pie for that, actually,” Sunset replied, grabbing her phone and picking the number. “Hi, Pinkie, what is Rainbow Dash’s favourite sandwich?” She frowned. “Did you say ‘chimichurris’ because it’s true or because you just like that word?”
“If I wanted a funny word, I’d go with Smörgåstårta!” Pinkie exclaimed, loud enough for Wallflower to hear her. “But well, it can be either that or bacon, egg, and cheese.”
“Right.” Sunset sighed and rolled her eyes. “Thank you for your valuable contribution.” She put down the phone. “Guess we’ll need eggs too. Also, what kind of cheese?” She opened the fridge.
Wallflower walked to her and looked into the fridge. “Hope it’s not this one. It looks rotten.”
“It’s Roquefort. it’s supposed to look like that,” Sunset replied. “Can you get me another pan?” She pointed at the cupboards on the other side of the kitchen. “It should be over there-ish.”
“Okay,” Wallflower replied. She walked to the cupboards and opened one of them. “Oh, sh–”
“Not this one!” Sunset exclaimed, way too late, as Wallflower already found herself on the way of several jars of tomato sauce falling to the floor, their contents splashing around. They were promptly followed by Wallflower herself, although in this case, her insides remained insides.
“Whoops,” Sunset muttered. “Wally, can you hear me?” She sat on the floor next to Wallflower. “I knew I should’ve listened during the first aid classes. How do they do this in the movies?” She touched Wallflower’s neck. She didn’t quite feel the pulse, but she received a faint echo of Wallflower’s thoughts. For some reason, they involved bonsai trees, clowns, and the ER’s doctors’ reactions when seeing a patient covered in tomatoes while wearing a t-shirt with Big Bird.
Sunset shrugged. “You’re thinking, so you’re alive.”
Wallflower opened one eye. “It may be life after death, you know.”
“Right, it’d be hard to notice if you turned into a zombie,” Sunset muttered.
“Oh, shut up.” Wallflower sat on the floor and groaned, rubbing her head. “Am I bleeding?” She licked her finger. “No, it’s just tomato sauce.”
“I’m sorry for that,” Sunset said. “I knew this cupboard was rather unstable.”
“Why would you even need a cupboard full of tomato sauce?” Wallflower asked.
“Long story,” Sunset replied. “As you may guess, my basement is chock full of pasta and toilet paper.”
“Ah, of course.” Wallflower sighed. “Thinking about the future and all that jazz.”
“Yeah,” Sunset replied. “We need to get you cleaned. You look like you fought a lawnmower and lost.”
“You should see the lawnmower,” Wallflower replied. “Too bad so much sauce will go to waste.”
“Maybe not,” Sunset said, licking some sauce off Wallflower’s hand.
Wallflower furrowed her eyebrows. “Did you just lick my hand or am I hallucinating after catching a jar with my head?” She sighed. “This is the weirdest afterlife ever.”
“I guess some sauce can be salvaged.” Sunset looked at Wallflower. “There’s some on your face.”
“Don’t even try to–” Wallflower saw that Sunset’s face was rapidly approaching her own and realised that the options she had were shrinking with every second. As her fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, she decided to either run or headbutt Sunset. However, due to a slight misunderstanding somewhere along the neurons, she ended up doing something in-between – that is, she ended up kissing Sunset.
“Not this again,” she muttered, breaking the kiss.
“What?” Sunset asked, raising her eyebrows.
“What what?” Wallflower asked back. “You were trying to lick the sauce off my face, weren’t you?”
“Well, maybe, but why did you kiss me?” Sunset blushed.
“My only friends are plants and I have the social skills of a potato,” Wallflower replied. “Also, I sometimes do things first and think later, but I guess that’s something we have in common.”
Sunset shrugged. “Okay, potato, but what did you mean by ‘again’?”
“Oh, just some memory stone shenanigans.” Wallflower smiled sheepishly.
Sunset rolled her eyes. “Is everyone in this school a closet lesbian?”
“I don’t think so,” Wallflower replied. “Some of them are really open about that, for example Lyra Heartstrings–” She winced. “Don’t mind me, I just got a jar of tomato sauce to the head, so I may not exactly make sense. Shouldn’t you call an ambulance? I may have gotten a concussion.”
“Not until I know what else you did to me that I don’t remember,” Sunset replied. “That’s kinda creepy, you know? Did you even ask me if you could kiss me? Actually–” She grabbed Wallflower’s hand. “Okay, I see everything now.”
“What are you, a mentalist now?” Wallflower asked.
“Better,” Sunset replied. “Why did Cloudy Kicks punch you?”
“I may have kissed her too.”
“Why did she punch you again?”
Wallflower blushed. “Because I wanted to replicate the results.”
Sunset sighed and shook her head. “You had the Memory Stone and you once used it to kiss everyone at school, boys, girls, teachers, even the janitor, for science? Tell Twilight about it, and she’ll go crazy.” Sunset lowered her voice to a whisper. “If she starts masturbating, run.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Wallflower nodded. “Does she do that often?”
“Sometimes,” Sunset replied. “Why do you ask?”
Wallflower winced. “Actually, I didn’t want to know, but I asked because I always think too late.” She looked at her clothes. “Seems my sweater got ruined again.”
“We can wash it,” Sunset said. “Just leave it at my place and it’ll be done in no time. I got a new washing machine recently. It’s very fun to sit on, if you know what I mean.” She winked.
“I don’t think I wanted to know that either,” Wallflower muttered. “Do you know that I probably used the Memory Stone on myself, but I don’t remember it? I’d like to do this now.”
“I have vodka,” Sunset replied. “It should work the same way. Also, don’t you have some spare sweaters? I’m afraid I can only get you some t-shirts or leather jackets.”
Wallflower took off her tomato-stained sweater and looked at it. “I already have a t-shirt, thank you.”
“I see,” Sunset replied. “What is this yellow thing on it?”
“That’s Big Bird.” Wallflower smiled sheepishly. “You’ve never watched Sesame Street?” she asked.
“Where I come from there was no TV,” Sunset replied. “I am a bit behind when it comes to stuff like this.”
“Ah, I get it,” Wallflower said. “Gems, no TV… I know where you’re from!”
Sunset froze.
“Your parents were smuggling diamonds in Africa, right?” Wallflower asked.
“Yeah, let’s go with that,” Sunset muttered. “Just don’t tell that to anyone.”
“Sure,” Wallflower replied. “So, are you a bad girl too?”
Sunset shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
Wallflower looked at herself. “Well, I’m already in a t-shirt and I’m sitting on the floor in your kitchen, covered in tomato sauce. I’m not sure if I’m in a position to judge.”
“Your t-shirt also has some tomato on it,” Sunset said, dipping her finger in a reddish puddle and licking it.
“I know, right?” Wallflower rolled her eyes and took her t-shirt off, throwing it on the counter.
Sunset’s eyes widened when she looked at Wallflower. “Pokeball bra? Seriously?”
Wallflower blushed, looking down at her bra. “I want to be the very breast.”
Sunset smacked her forehead with her hand and sighed. “Just great. Now you’re half-naked in my kitchen and we still didn’t make any sandwich. Now Dash will get hypoglycemia or something.”
“Well, we should do something about it.” Wallflower got up, staggered, and grabbed the counter, resting herself on it. “My head kinda hurts.”
“Yeah, we’ll do something about that too.” Sunset took off her t-shirt. “I need to get some clean clothes, I guess.”
Wallflower smirked. “You laughed at my bra, but you’re not wearing any.”
“Oh yeah.” Sunset smiled sheepishly. “I could never get the purpose, you know.”
“Are you a nudist?”
“Back in Eq– I mean, Africa, we didn’t usually wear a lot of clothes,” Sunset replied.
“Ah, so you’re a nudist.” Wallflower asked. “Seems every other person in school is into that.”
“Like, who else?” Sunset furrowed her eyebrows. “I mean, I’m not a nudist, but I’ve never met anyone at school, who’d–”
“You have no idea,” Wallflower muttered. “I mean, that’s another Memory Stone thing gone wrong.”
Sunset nodded. “I see. Shouldn’t we be making sandwiches? Or at least clean the tomato-related mess?”
“I guess so, but to be honest, your tomatoes are distracting me,” Wallflower said with a smirk.
Sunset looked at her chest and frowned. “Tomatoes!? Please. They’re at least grapefruits. Meanwhile, I’d expect watermelons from you, but they’re closer to, well, green tomatoes.”
“I meant getting hit by a jar, but whatever floats your boat,” Wallflower said. “Also, green tomatoes?! Seriously? Also, I know what grapefruits look like and yours are like oranges at best. Even the colour kinda matches.”
“Still, oranges are bigger than tomatoes, so they’re superior,” Sunset said, walking closer to Wallflower.
“Tomatoes fit in your hand better,” Wallflower replied, approaching Sunset. “After all, people usually throw tomatoes at each other, not oranges.”
“That’s because you can hurt someone if you throw an orange at them.” Sunset pushed Wallflower on the counter. “Whoops, sorry about that.”
“Our boobs are touching,” Wallflower muttered. “I’d rather not have oranges squeeze the tomatoes, so to speak.”
“Sorry,” Sunset said.
Wallflower smirked. “I didn’t tell you to go back.”
Sunset raised her eyebrows. “What?”
“I mean, we’re half naked, you’re pinning me against the counter with your boobs, there’s tomato sauce everywhere, and I think I got brain damage from that jar.” Wallflower shrugged. “So we may as well make the best of the situation.”
Sunset nodded slowly. “Okay, I didn’t know you were into this. I always assumed you were into lurking in the dark corners and thinking about death or something like this.”
“The only death I’m interested in is the one they call Le Petit Mort in French,” Wallflower chuckled. “As for lurking in dark corners, I prefer the sun.”
“Ah, so it’s true what they say about photosynthesis,” Sunset replied, unzipping Wallflower’s denim pants. “Also, I hope your experiences don’t involve the Memory Stone and some unsuspecting girls. Or boys.”
“I’m technically into both, but I never went this far.” Wallflower blushed deep crimson, which made her look even more like a watermelon. “I’m technically a virgin, though I’m into handiwork, if you know what I mean…”
“I see,” Sunset muttered, rubbing Wallflower’s panties with her fingers. “So, I’ll be your first? Just great. I don’t even know what you like.”
“Well…” Wallflower propped herself against the counter. “I have a pillow.”
“Excuse me?” Sunset raised her eyebrows.
“My parents think it’s just a big pillow,” Wallflower replied. “But when they’re not home, I put it on my bed, drop my clothes, sit on it and, uhh… ride it.”
“Like that?” Sunset asked, lowering Wallflower’s pants and rubbing her panties.
“At first, yeah,” Wallflower muttered. “But then I go harder– ooh!”
Sunset smirked. “You said that. Tell me more.”
“I go faster and faster… Uhh…” Wallflower moaned as Sunset moved the fabric of her panties aside. “I’m not used to someone else doing that, you know? I usually hump that pillow until I come or pass out from exhaustion. There’s not much to it really, though sometimes I like to snuggle. Now that sounds pathetic, doesn’t it? Hey, what are you doing?”
“Some tomato sauce may have gotten in there.” Sunset ran her tongue up and down Wallflower’s clit. “I gotta clean it.”
“It didn’t,” Wallflower replied. “I’m quite sure of that.”
“Of course not, it’s my excuse to eat pussy,” Sunset said, giving Wallflower another lick. “Not quite like a pillow, huh?”
“Mhm.” Wallflower moaned. “That’s something new…”
“I hope you’re a good student, then.” Sunset smirked, licking her lips. “After I’m done with you, I may be a bit… tense, myself.”
Wallflower froze. “I’m not sure if I can do that…”
“Don’t worry, soon you’ll know.” Sunset licked her lips again and pulled Wallflower’s panties down, noticing they had a Pokeball pattern, matching her bra. She chuckled and turned to Wallflower. “By the way, judging by your hair, I expected a bigger bush, so to speak.”
Wallflower’s cheeks turned deep crimson as she looked down at her pussy. “Bushes need trimming, after all. Remember that I’m a gardener. And before you ask, I’m not putting Christmas lights down there in winter.”
“I’d never think of such a thing.” Sunset gave Wallflower’s clit another long lick. “If you can find it with your fingers, you’ll find it with your tongue, see?” She pressed her tongue against Wallflower’s skin, making her moan and shudder. “And if you ever need to go deeper…” She held Wallflower’s thighs, sticking her tongue deeper into Wallflower’s pussy, tasting her juices. Wallflower moaned again, arching her back and grabbing the counter. She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply.
Sunset raised her head. “That’s kinda like… I mean, have you ever tried to eat yoghurt without a spoon?”
“I– I think I get the basics,” Wallflower said, panting heavily. “Just don’t talk… Show me more.”
“If you need guidance, I have peanut butter,” Sunset said, lowering her head over Wallflower’s pussy.
“What do you think I am?” Wallflower moaned as she felt Sunset’s breath brushing the soft hair covering her pussy. “A dog?”
Sunset chuckled, burying her face in Wallflower’s crotch. “I’ll try not to think about the implications.”
“Oh my…” Wallflower’s legs twitched as she felt a pang of pleasure running down her spine. “Oooh… That’s way better… than the pillow.”
Sunset only nodded, burying her tongue deeper in Wallflower’s folds. She unzipped her own pants and took them off, rubbing her panties with her hands. She noticed there was already a wet spot in the middle of them and smirked.
“What’s up?” Wallflower asked. “Why did you stop?”
“I’m getting kinda excited, myself,” Sunset replied. “Also, there are other places I’d like to taste…” She unlatched Wallflower’s bra and took it off, revealing a pair of perky, freckled breasts. “Tomatoes, anyone?”
“I thought we were done with thi– aah!” Wallflower gasped when Sunset sucked on her nipple. “Well, that, uhh… A new experience for–”
“Shh,” Sunset whispered, her fingers finding their way to Wallflower’s pussy and caressing it gently. Wallflower’s leg twitched slightly and she took a deep breath.
“Sunset…” she muttered. “If you don’t want me to cum all over your kitchen floor…”
Sunset chuckled, stuffing her fingers deeper into Wallflower’s folds and massaging her clit with her thumb. “Oh, be my guest.”
“Seriously, I’m a bit of a– oh fuck!” Wallflower moaned. “What are you–” She inhaled, seeing that Sunset lowered her head to eat her out again.
“Chill out,” Sunset muttered, sucking on Wallflower’s clit and licking her juices off of her body.
“I can’t chill out,” Wallflower muttered, panting. “I can’t– Oh, holy shit!”
“Wow…” Sunset muttered as a torrent of juices hit her face. Wallflower twitched, dropping some knives and a cutting board off the counter. Tears streamed down her face as she moaned, struggling to catch a breath. Eventually, her muscles relaxed and she opened her eyes, blushing profusely.
“Whoa,” Wallflower said. “That was something… Also, I think I made quite a mess…”
“The mess was confined mostly to me,” Sunset muttered, wiping her face with a paper towel. “Though we still didn’t do anything about the tomatoes.”
“Yeah, but I still owe you something.” Wallflower chuckled. “Do we do it here or find some more comfortable place? Like a shower, or a bed–” She froze, seeing the kitchen door open.
“Hello,” Rainbow Dash said, walking into the kitchen. “It takes you awfully long to make a sandwich, you know?” She looked into the fridge and shook her head. Sunset and Wallflower watched as she closed the fridge and walked around the kitchen, dipping her finger in a big puddle of tomato sauce.
“You know what?” Dash said, licking her finger. “This tomato sauce definitely isn’t fresh. Like, it tastes kinda funny, like, uhh… Can tomato sauce taste like pussy?”
“Dash, are you sure you’re okay?” Sunset asked, raising her hand. “How many fingers do you see?” She frowned, realising her fingers were still sticky.
Rainbow Dash furrowed her eyebrows and scratched her head. “Seven,” she replied. “Nice boobs, Sunset.”
“Thanks,” Sunset replied.
Rainbow Dash turned around and looked at Wallflower, who tried to cover herself with whatever she found – in this case it was a jar of peanut butter. Sunset could almost hear the gears turning in Rainbow Dash’s head.
Finally, something clicked. “Eww!” Rainbow Dash gagged. “You two… In the kitchen? Seriously? Gross! People eat here!”
“We can still make you a sandwich,” Sunset said. “What about bacon, lettuce, and tomato?”
Rainbow Dash winced. “Seriously? I’m gonna need ten years of therapy before I can even look at a BLT again!” She shuddered. “I’m gonna take a shower, I think.”
“Yeah, I could use a shower too,” Wallflower said.
Rainbow sighed. “I’m not showering with you, Sunset, or both of you in any configuration.”
“Especially not sandwiched between us?” Sunset asked.
Rainbow Dash groaned, smacking her forehead with her hand.
