Kiss and Make Up and Make Up

Sometimes Starlight really loved her girlfriend.

It was a wonder to have Trixie as her significant other, able to surprise her and be her steady rock at the same time. She had the comedic timing of a goddess and always made her smile. She would always put on the best dates too, getting her in a place that seemed cheap and not worth the night and turn it into a treasured memory. Trixie was a delight in her life.

And sometimes, Starlight wanted to strangle her with her stupid hat.

Being in the mud, straining to push her house on wheels out of a ditch, with rain pouring onto her and streaming down her face, it didn't exactly spell 'romantic night' for Starlight. They struggled and shoved, doing what only pure strength could do when their magic didn't have a direction to cast to. When they finally dislodged it and pushed it onto even ground, Starlight was the first to jump back into the trailer and start yanking off her muddied pants. She was silent as Trixie shuffled past her to the front of the trailer and up to the wheel. The tension in the air was palpable between them, and they knew full well how bad it was, brewing like a storm. It was a horrible night for them.

Trixie had asked Starlight on a tour trip to Las Pegasus, and Starlight had foolishly agreed. On the first day, the axle broke and they had to magick the cart to the next stop where they could replace it. On the second day, they had bought fish from a shady shop. In mainland Equestria. They dealt with the consequences of that the entire third day. Now on the fourth day of a five day trip, Trixie had decided to take a shortcut through some forest to arrive a day earlier and recuperate, but they hadn't accounted for literally anything that could've happened. Now the two of them were pretty lost, soaking wet, and pissed off.

Neither of them wanted this, it was going to be forgiven, they would make up, they knew it in their minds. But in their hearts, frustration built like a tidal wave crashing into a dam wall. It was hard to deal with emotions in the pissing rain. It was also harder for Starlight to deal with them when she hadn't gotten off for the last week, at least, and her girlfriend wasn't giving her an easy way to do it.

Yeah, Starlight had needs and knew how natural it was, but that didn't save her from the embarrassment of having to do it in front of her girlfriend when they had barely even made out at this point. Three months officially and hardly more than smooches and cuddles. Starlight hadn't even seen her girlfriend's boobs. Well, there was that one time when they were friends and Starlight walked in on a dress rehearsal, but that didn't count. They didn't talk about that.

No matter what chance Starlight thought she had, she couldn't catch more than five minutes to herself before something interrupted her privacy. Sneaking to a convenience store bathroom? Trixie is getting huffy with some mouthbreather. Going off behind some trees? Bugbear is nearby. Nothing gave her any sense of comfort that wasn't with her girlfriend, as much as she loved her. And now wasn't one if those times. She'd much rather put up with a bugbear than deal with Trixie that very moment.

Glancing across the trailer at her girlfriend, Starlight saw a solemn and hunched over unicorn in a hoodie that was no longer neat and zipped up prim and proper. She was begrudgingly starting up the motor of the trailer and putting it in drive. She'd bought the piece of machinery after a really successful show tour, feeling like splurging on the latest technology of the times. Now she slouched over the handles and wheel as she struggled to get the motor going properly.

Starlight sat on the caravan bed and pulled off her pants, making a face at the mud dripping off them. She quickly shook them off but remained careful to not get anymore on her. After getting the clumps off the outside, she stood up and looked at the pile she'd made. Sighing, she put her magic around it, walked to the door, and chucked it back into the rain. Slamming the door closed behind her, Starlight started pulling her pants back on, struggling to get her legs into the sleeves.

That's when she noticed Trixie looking back at her. It wasn't a hostile look; in fact, Starlight couldn't tell what she was thinking. When Starlight made eye contact and Trixie didn't look away, she spoke up.

"What?" She asked in what she attempted to make a neutral tone. But Trixie had flinched her head back around to the wheel before Starlight had an answer.

Shrugging dismissively, Starlight got her pants on all the way and did up the button and zipper. Then looking at herself, she realized she was still soaking. She cast a quick heat spell with her horn, a small wave of warmth passing over her and concentrating where her wet clothes clung to her skin. It didn't fix it, but it made a world of difference where the smallest thing could raise her blood pressure by twenty points.

Collapsing onto the bed once more, Starlight felt like she could just die on the spot and she'd be none the wiser. The lights in the caravan looked hazy through her lashes. Maybe she could take a nice day off when she got back to Ponyville. Perhaps a visit to the Aloe sisters. Or even a day of reading, just not with the princess. She was overbearing as a librarian. The bed felt so nice and soft, Starlight. Man, she never realized how much she preferred studying to physical work. Starlight really was a nerd. Starlight. Starlight...

"Starlight!"

Starlight sputtered awake when she realized she had dozed off. Sitting up from the bed, she nearly collapsed onto the floor from getting up so quickly. Looking around, she saw Trixie kneeling next to her.

"There you are. It's about time I woke you up, it's morning." Trixie told her, a drowsiness in her voice that would've concerned Starlight if she wasn't so startled.

Hearing the time, Starlight quickly looked towards the driver's end. Through the opening, light shone through brightly and illuminated the inside of the caravan. Starlight shook her head to clear the last remnants of sleep out of her mind. She darted from the bedside and past Trixie towards the back door, walking into the warm sun of spring.

They were no longer in the forest of Trixie's shortcut. They were on a dirt path cutting through through a field, with rolling hills all around them and the sly clear of storm clouds. When Starlight looked in the direction the caravan was heading in, she saw the outline of a city just ahead of them, half a day's travel away by the parallax. Seeing the skyline of their destination across her field of view made Starlight's heart raise from the pit in her stomach and made her realize how far it had sunken.

Behind her, Trixie also emerged from the van and looked at the same sight that her girlfriend did. The blue unicorn stared as thoughts slurred in her mind. She had stayed up past Starlight to keep the caravan going. She wanted this shortcut to work, and judging by the usual time from Ponyville straight to Las Pegasus, it was about as effective as the normal route. Disappointed but not discouraged, Trixie had pulled the van to the altitude they were on to get a view of Las Pegasus, hoping that the sight of it would cheer up her girlfriend.

Then Starlight turned towards her, exhaustion still in her face. Her eyes sparkled with hope, however, and Trixie allowed herself to feel a twinge of joy for making the journey within expected time.

"Trixie, you didn't have to do that." Starlight then admonished her unexpectedly, looking her right in the eyes. Trixie felt a crack form in her expression.

"Yes I did," Trixie pushed out. "Otherwise we wouldn't make it to the show on time." Trixie suddenly felt the surge of her anger build up again, the feelings from the past half of a week on the road with Starlight. She could feel her face burning up. "You would just be mad at me again if I didn't make up for it like this. The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn't leave mistakes without trying to solve them!"

Starlight wore a look of surprise and anger, snapping Trixie to realize how she'd begun to burst out. This wouldn't end well.

"Oh, why do you have to be so stubborn?" Starlight mumbled with sharp tones. Her hands fiddled with her clothes, stale with mud and water stains still present. "The Great and Powerful Trixie wouldn't have to fix mistakes if she avoided the easy ones. This shortcut is completely on you and we didn't even need to take it!"

"It is my fault!" Trixie burst out again. "I'm trying to own up to it, but you're mad at me anyways! No matter what I do, even if I choose to do nothing, you'll get huffy and pissed off and become a stamping bull!" Starlight narrowed her eyes at Trixie's enraged expression, and Trixie felt her heart skip frightfully.

"Good for you. But this doesn't mean anything when you've been late before. No wonder you come home with half the money a tour should bring." Starlight said scathingly.

The moment lowered into silence after Starlight's harsh but low voice dropped off the sheer cliff face of the line she shouldn't have crossed. Trixie didn't even have the energy to be angry at such an insult. She swam in a stew of muddled frustrations and feelings, almost swaying on her feet. She was aware of Starlight looking at her with sincere regret in her face, already begging to take back what she'd said in the heat of madness. But Trixie didn't find it in her to care if Starlight had meant her words or if it really was a mistake.

"Trixie, that was wrong of me. Please forgive-."

But Starlight's words were halted by a silent Trixie tossing her hat at the ground, crumpled from the grip she'd put on it. She darted away back into the van, climbing the steps and past every scrap of mess on the floor until she was at the wheel again. She was on autopilot, making the van start and going when Starlight's weight was mounted on the chassis. Both of them were silent once again, stewing in the same sick emotions festering between them.

Trixie took a last glance at Starlight when she was sure her head was turned. Her girlfriend had grabbed the hat she'd tossed. She was holding it gingerly, even brushing off specks of dust from the brim. Looking back at the road, Trixie now knew for certain it had only been a hurtful mistake Starlight had made. That kept her from falling into a pit of despair, but she was still weighed down but the source of their entire argument. She'd messed up, again, with a simply stupid mistake that shouldn't have even been made. Even if she had tried her best to make up for this one, there'd be another that would come along and wreck their day.

Trixie was tired but not sleepy. She could spend the next twelve hours driving the way to Las Pegasus. No matter what Starlight told her, she could do it.

But a gentle prod from behind made Trixie flinch. Seeing Starlight standing over her, a stern look on her face, Trixie knew what she wanted. And some part of her sleep-deprived brain fell back on the logic of trading caravan duties as a crutch, because she didn't protest when she got up and let Starlight have the driver's seat. Instead, she chose to seal the moment away and simply collapse onto the bed for just a wink of sleep.

Over those twelve hours of travel, the drive was as calm as could be. The road was without major bumps, no more bad weather hit the two women, the city stayed in sight the entire time with no bends or turns in the road to distract them, and the uneventful last leg of the journey allowed the two to let the heat of the argument die down once more. It allowed a semblance of peace to descend upon them and open a path through the tension between them. The frustration was still there, but it didn't cloud their eyes from the truth of the situation.

During the second half of the day, the caravan drove through a small town on the outskirts of the city. It only saw success from being a pre-Las Pegasus destination, and it modeled itself accordingly. All the advertisement reflected its proximity to the city of debauchery and just how close the visitors were to making to that magical oasis out west in Equestria. Thankfully for the two girlfriends, that meant they had an abundance of options for a last-night rest stop at some sleazy cart stop. It would be the last one before they got shown to Trixie's reserved spot in the city that she stayed in during every tour in the area, so they needn't stress about a bad night of sleep. It seemed impossible given their collective exhaustion, especially Trixie. She had forced herself to only take short naps as a sort of penance, despite being the one mad at Starlight.

Starlight pulled the caravan into the lot of stopped carts, all hustled together under the watch of the management building that oversaw the rented spaces. They were further from the packed bulk of the fellow caravans, able to maintain some semblance of privacy even in the vicinity of other ponies.

As the van drove into the correct position, Trixie stuck her head out the window, her eyes scanning the area. It looked the same to her as it always did: small, dingy yet cozy, reeking too much like alcohol and piss for her liking. But she liked it for some reason. When the caravan stopped, Trixie made a beeline for the backdoor and stepped out into the cracked pavement of the lot, her feet finding fresh ground to stand on. She stretched her arms high above her head in an attempt to stave away the knots forming in her torso and was startled by a pat on her flexing shoulders by the other unicorn.

"Let's try to get something to eat." Starlight suggested to her, no signs of malice in her voice. She wanted Trixie to get away from the bad feelings in her mind, and this was part of her plan to put that into effect. "We could use it. It's been a long time without proper food."

Starlight was grateful when Trixie simply nodded, but she was concerned by her lack of words. She watched her girlfriend stalk off with a purpose in her direction, leading Starlight to someplace in particular. She was grateful to see a restaurant in the direction they were heading, and one that Trixie herself apparently knew well enough to go there intently.

The meal there wasn't much ado. Silence uncomfortably sat between them atop their plates, dampening an otherwise deliciously greasy meal. The two unicorns seemed on the verge of words every few minutes, be it through a purposeful glance, or a pause in their hands over the table. Even with the intention, there was no word of conversation borne of the two ponies.

By the time they exited the restaurant, after some raunchy, one-sided banter from a bartender that knew Trixie from past visits, the sky was turning orange with the sun being lowered close to the horizon. It wasn't evening just yet, but it seemed to be through squinted eyes. Despite the time not being that of rest, the two women retreated back to their joint residence nearby, still not a word spoken between them. Even sitting inside the caravan, nothing was said.

Starlight had to do something. She was afraid her girlfriend might even despise her at the point for her cruel words, even though she gave no indication of such. It was just her autopilot going on for longer than normal, nothing more. Starlight was aware of how Trixie got when she dealt with a lot of emotion at this stage in her life, and the fact that she was worrying almost made her feel silly. But watching Trixie sit on the bed, listlessly staring off into space without a thought visible on her sunken face, it made her worry far more than she should ever need to. But what could be done? Force a conversation? Starlight knew how that option ended. She'd just be pushing something that Trixie wasn't ready for yet. And staying silent and letting Trixie come to her wouldn't work either. That would just result in both their anxiety climbing and putting a final period on the awful side of this trip.

But before Starlight chose her course of action, Trixie was staring at her. Her face was neutral, if a bit strained. She looked like she could choke on her words.

"While I'm up, I should pay some familiar faces a visit. No sense only seeing them on the way out if I can help it." Trixie muttered, rising to her feet. Starlight watched her sulk off to the door before looking at her one last time. "I'm not mad, Star. I'm just looking for time."

And the door closed behind her. Starlight felt a rush of relief course through her until it was almost overwhelming for her to behold. Trixie wasn't mad at her. She could totally believe her words, and she said she wasn't mad at her. The realization that she hadn't made another mistake in her journey of redemption nearly made teardrops dot her lashes in small beads. She sank into her seat, opposite the bed. With a huge weight lifted off her neck, she could finally drift towards other concerns.

And she was ashamed to find her mind had wondered to her pent-up frustration of another kind. She'd just been worrying herself to death about the status of her relationship, and this is what she went to after it was spelled out to her that there was no immediate trouble. But it was also such a creeping, hovering issue of hers that she'd gotten used to its presence, and now it was so prominent in her mind and she couldn't escape it and she needed relief now of all times-.

Okay, slow down, Star. Starlight steadied herself and rose to her feet, swaying her hands in a calming motion. She absentmindedly made her way to the bed. It still smelled like her. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Just something adult that adults deal with. And besides, you've been practically begging for some time alone, and it can't be that hard to take advantage of a few hours of solitude. Starlight sank into the mattress, her hand gripping the sheets. She could smell raspberry here. Trixie will be gone for a while, and she won't any the wiser to you being a little personal with yourself. Yeah, it'll be a quick fixer-upper and you'll be good as new.

Starlight found herself undoing her pant button and sliding in. The first touch she made in what felt like weeks was like fire searing into her, though she didn't visibly react beyond a grimace and an exhale through a slack jaw. Delving deeper, that's when her face burning with fire beneath her cheeks that made her feel the warmth everywhere now. Her digits moved on autopilot, sinking into her folds while they were contained in her pants. She slowly lowered herself as she ventured deeper, each inch of her back meeting the bed sheets in a tense descent downwards.

Her fingers were now inside, specifically her right middle and ring fingers. She was pumping in and out, making her jeans stretch just that tiny but that made it evident just how she was toying with herself. Starlight sank her head onto one of the bed's pillows, incidentally enough. She was relaxed though stirred up in the way she wanted. On a particularly deep thrust, she rocked her head aside. Her nose was met with her. The presence of her there, deeply ingrained into her pillow that it could never be washed out.

Time flew like no other time. Starlight felt dizzy. Disorientating was the word she was. Her nose took deep whiffs of that scent. It was cheap perfume, easily only a few bits to purchase. Yet only she had that fragrance. That scent. It drove her mad. Starlight's eyes rolled into her head as she found the clit. She made silent cries circling that spot. Her world was spinning. She felt rolling down a hill on her side; tumbling weightless in a vacuum; spinning on a swivel chair. This sensation was so inescapable it was infuriating.

Why?

Starlight winced and pressed her head into the pillow.

Why can't I get it?

She bit into the pillow to muffle herself. She could taste her.

Why can't I fucking reach it!?

Hours flew by like seconds, and minutes crawled like days. Time didn't make sense to the magical genius. No matter how she rubbed, it wasn't enough. Her jeans were stained. She could still feel her in this scent.

Please let me in. Starlight pressed her fingers hard into the pleasure button, her heart racing. The pulses of shock ran up her spine so tantalizingly. Yet nothing was born of it. She cried verbally into the pillow, muffled by the cloth. A door opened. Starlight was bound and determined to reach the end of the tunnel.

PLEEEASE-!

Starlight then snapped out of her trance and her world collapsed back into reality damp and crowded. Trixie was standing in the doorway, her feet still on the doorsteps to the caravan. Her eyes were wider than they'd ever been before. Her entire face was consumed by a deep maroon of embarrassment the likes of which only a filly seeing a porn magazine could achieve.

"Trixie-!?" Starlight shriek, utterly flabbergasted and flailing like a newborn animal to make herself modest. Even as she hunched over, her hand was still trapped in her pants, the tightness and soaked fabric keeping it there. She stumbled over her next words with the prose of a toddler babbling randomly. Trixie couldn't even guess what her girlfriend was attempting to say, but that took backseat to the sight she had just beheld.

She just watched her girlfriend in the absolute throes of pleasure and masturbating while laying on her pillow. Trixie's pillow.

No amount of booze could erase that. Or compete with the searing hear of her blushing.

"I-I-I-I-!" Trixie tried to speak, but her own words caught stuck in her gullet. After stumbling over themselves in a combined failed attempt to speak, they let silence settle to blanket the room in any sense of calm. Trixie kept total eye contact with Starlight, and definitely did not divert her attention for any reason. With her senses somewhat returned, she attempted to speak again.

"I-I'm sorry t-to intrude on you. It's just been t-t-two hours and I wanted to check... on you." A better sentence was formed from the unicorn's mouth. But she was at a loss for what to do at the point of apology. Especially when Starlight seemed stunned in statuesque stillness. "I uh... um... I-I shouldn't intrude. I still have... friends to, um... visit. Yes, friends to visit. I'll l-leave you in p-p-peace." Trixie fumbled the words out of her as she backed down the steps again. "I'msosorry-." She parsed quickly before the door cut her off.

Starlight was left completely at a loss for what to do. On top of the embarrassment of being caught in a private moment, Trixie's reaction made it feel like a much more mortifying ordeal than it was in reality. It was just two girlfriends having an accident of intrusion. But why did it seem a completely taboo situation? She couldn't even bring herself to resume chasing what she'd been so close to achieving. Looking at her hand, all she felt was dirty and filthy.

Starlight didn't even register the fact that there were no footsteps receding away from the caravan. Trixie was still present outside the van, collapsed under her own weight by the steps from the shivering sensation she'd gotten. And in a shameless, mortifying act, Trixie had her hand around the erection in her skirt and was pumping away in desperation.

Trixie held a hand to her face, her palm burning from the heat of her blood rushing in her cheeks. Her breath was shallow and rushed. She could only see the image again and again. It replayed obsessively, ever aspect of it. The stench of Starlight's arousal hitting her nose. The sight of her cute expression as she rubbed one out. The sound of her muffled moans against Trixie's pillow. My pillow.

Trixie's eyes rolled back and she had to silence a guttural groan. Her hips were bucking against her hand pathetically. Her cock pulsed and released her load, sending rope after rope through the precum-soaked panties she still had wrapped around her cock and stretching with her length. She couldn't stop her orgasm as much as it felt so good to do this.

When it was all over, Trixie was just a sticky, embarrassing mess on the concrete floor. Her clothes were stained and her hand was coated in undesirable fluids that made her feel gross. Her mind was disturbingly clear, which made the reality of her chose that much worse for her. Not even a practiced cleaning spell did anything to erase the guilt and disgust her mind held. She never could manage to scrub that from her. She turned her head to the backdoor of the caravan, she didn't even have the gall to blush. She simply scoffed at herself and walked off like she said she would, stumbling on weak legs as she adjusted her clothes.

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The next morning, both mares awoke at the same time. How both of them ended up in the caravan together again, neither had a clue. But the fact of it was that Trixie was in the bed and Starlight was on the floor with neither able to recall how they ended up like that. The sleep deprivation of the night before had stolen their memory away from after collective exhaustion settled into their heads. But that didn't make opening a conversation any easier between them. Looking at each other with a mutual confusion among them, they simply went about their morning and saved the issue of their blackout for another time.

All they did was hurriedly rush to dress themselves in new garments. Maybe to get away from the memory of what they'd done to themselves. Starlight pulled her clothes off with great eagerness, ridding herself of the stain left in the crotch of her jeans. Tossing them and her panties aside, she grabbed a pair of short and slid them on, only to notice something yet again. Trixie, staring, in an unhostile way. Only when Starlight paused did the stare break, and she resumed pulling on her shorts.

After getting dressed, the two took another look at each other. Starlight wore a short pair of shorts with leggings covering the rest of her lower half. She had on a small shirt with a short-sleeve jacket overtop of that. Trixie was wearing her usual showwoman outfit, a long-sleeve garment, a flaring skirt and go-go boots with platforms. Her hair was magically floofed to a voluminous size. They took in each other's sights without the ick of their bad journey dragging them down or the muck clouding their image. They both knew they were ponies each were attracted to. Seeing themselves again reminded them that their spat was just a temporary one. But the complication of last night threw another wrench into the system, unfortunately for the unicorns.

"Um..." Starlight started. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. I know you've been wanting to take things slow, and seeing that isn't... slow, so..." But Starlight was surprised to see Trixie hurry off to the driver's seat. She pursed her lips as she watched her girlfriend mill about as silently as ever. She worried for her.

"Please talk to me, Trixie. I hate being in the dark with you."

"Save your breath. Trixie is just fine this lovely morning." The blue unicorn snapped back at her, a bite in her voice that Starlight instantly identified as her stage voice. Starlight grumbled at Trixie's obvious attempt to mask herself.

"You can't fool me," Starlight countered. "I know you too well." Starlight marched closer to the driver's seat to more closely read her girlfriend.

"There is no need to implore a deeper answer from the Great and Powerful Trixie! She is as normal as a mare can be." Trixie was facing away and hunching over the wheel, but Starlight read the subtle clues before her. She was gripping the wheel tighter than normal, her head stayed pointed solidly away from Starlight, and her response let Starlight know how much this affected her.

"If seeing me masturbating was too... intimate," Starlight continued. "Then I'll own up to that. But if it's something else, I want to know about it." Starlight saw Trixie flinch at the word 'masturbating'.

"We need to get to Las Pegasus," Trixie snapped. "In the next day if we wanna comfortably make it to the tour, and Trixie is not interested in being late again." Trixie tried to deflect again. She even got in drive and started pulling away from the lot with the other carts, and Starlight saw them retreat as they went down the dirt path into Las Pegasus. But a long, intense stare from behind made Trixie crack some of her façade after a few minutes of driving. "Okay, yes, it was too intimate!" Trixie finally confessed, her cheeks going bright red as the memory returned. "It was uncomfortable, it was weird, it was completely unexpected, yes, all of those things. Are you happy now?"

"Of course not," Starlight quickly rebutted, sitting nearby to continue. "I'm a concerned mare looking out for her girlfriend and this calls for me breaking in and asking questions. And my next one is, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" She asked sincerely, catching Trixie's eye from beside her.

Once the road they were on became a straight, smooth path, Trixie took her eyes off the road to give Starlight a pained stare. Starlight had never seen her like this before. Snarky and condescending? Yes. Defensively overconfident and deflective? Sure. But not in pain for something she's involved in. She never showed that side of her emotional spectrum; Starlight usually had to read the room or pick up cues to tell when Trixie was going through the motions.

"Trixie is certainly fine without her girlfriend's intervention." Trixie was now shutting it down, much to Starlight's exasperation. She was erasing any sign of the conversation having affected her. "I promise, you, Starlight, will not have to fret over such frivolous things. Now I just need to get my show outfit ready for tonight, and that leaves no room for emotional baggage." Starlight slumped into her seat at the realization that Trixie was throwing herself into her work. Again.

"But..." Trixie spoke up, and Starlight's ears twitched. "I will give you a great and powerful apology for making this trip so unbearable. I'll make it up to you by tomorrow, when I don't have a show. I- I mean, Trixie promises."

Starlight felt her heart rise with affection for her girlfriend. With Trixie speaking like this she was showing signs of climbing out of the hole she was in. And she was showing the kind of introspection that showed how far she'd progressed since her villainous days. It was a courtesy she'd really only been able to express to her. Despite their missteps, they showed promise.

Now they just needed to survive the magic tour nights together.