Two Fillies

Sunset escorted Lyra to a dimly lit room with a small bed in the middle with a broken mirror and small bottles of perfume. Lyra assumed it was perfume at least.

“This is where we will we be sleeping,” Sunset announced and gestured to the bed. “Definitely not what you’re used to back home but well, somepony was throwing it out and I saw any opportunity. Ponies throw away perfectly decent furniture and I don’t even know why.”

“You’re sleeping with me?” Lyra gave her a confused look. “Isn’t that a bit weird?”

“This is the only bed and I refuse to sleep on the floor in my own house. So yes, we are sleeping in the same bed. You’re a homeless filly now and this is how we gotta live until our cards change,” Sunset shrugged as she laid down on the bed, wincing slightly. “What, your parents never sleep with you before?”

“They used to,” Lyra admitted as the smaller pony struggled to climb on the bed. Sunset rolled her eyes and offered the filly a hoof. “Mom used to all the time. Dad was a bit more reserved but he did at times too. Mainly when I was sick. Did your parents sleep with you?”

Sunset stared at the ceiling as Lyra got situated, wrapping her green tail around her self. Sunset couldn’t remember the last she had been able to sleep with her parents.

“Yeah, all the time,” Sunset said finally. “In the middle of mom and dad. They really loved me. Kinda annoyed them some nights because they couldn’t sleep with just each other but they never kicked me out.”

“They seem nice,” Lyra commented as Sunset levitated a few blankets over the two.

“They were, yeah,” Sunset answered as she rolled onto her side as Lyra curled next to her and draped a hoof around her side. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Uh laying here?” Lyra said as Sunset glanced at her. “Hold me?”

“No. I’m not your mom, I’m a stranger you just met two and a half hours ago, crying and asking for help. Hug the sheets or something,” Sunset huffed as Lyra gave her the biggest puppy dog eyes Sunset had ever seen.

“Please?”

Sunset sighed as she stared at Lyra’s large gold eyes.

“Fine.”

Lyra gave an excited whinny sound as Sunset laid on her back and the filly crawled onto her stomach, nuzzling Sunset’s chest fur.

“Don’t get used to this,” Sunset warned as Lyra yawned. “The only ponies who ever got to do this with me were my parents.”

Lyra didn’t reply, snoring quietly as Sunset rolled her eyes before levitating the blanket in top of them.

“Goodnight Lyra.”

“So what do you do now as a homeless pony?” Lyra asked as she watched Sunset pour out some cereal into a bowl with wide eyes. The filly strained to see Sunset over the worn out table and kitchen counter. “Do you go to school?”

“No. I either tidy up this place or I steal stuff from ponies to make this place more of a home. Anything I can do to stick it to the richer folks in Canterlot. After all, this town is full for stuck up ponies who view us as stains on society and they just sit on their bits or other items. Better off in our hooves than theirs,” Sunset grunted and pushed the bowl of cereal to Lyra with a spoon. “Now eat. Breakfast is important.”

Lyra nodded and grasped the spoon with her hoof as Sunset watched curiously before levitating her own bowl down and making her breakfast. Most unicorns used magic and Lyra curiously didn’t. She preferred to use her hooves.

“Just because we aren’t going to school doesn’t mean you and I aren’t learning. I got some books we can study. Math, history, science and magic. But my favorite is drawing. I love to draw,” Sunset commented and stirred her cereal. Drawing made Sunset feel more centered around the fast paced Canterlot. She was secretly grateful she wasn’t homeless in a city like Manehatten.

Sunset was fairly certain she would be drove up the wall in that city. She never really cared much for big cities. Canterlot was the perfect middle for her. Not too chaotic and not too hick like some farm towns. Like the town she could occasionally see from Canterlot in the distance.

“You draw?” Lyra asked and Sunset nodded smugly. “Can I see?”

“Later. Now eat. We have magic to do and more. To be successful ponies, you have to know the past of where you come from. And math is always a decent skill,” Sunset chewed for a few moments. “I gotta teach you how to steal too.”

“Stealing is bad.”

“And we need to survive too,” Sunset shot back. “I was raised theft is wrong too but all I have is me and you now too. This is how we make it in a world that doesn’t give a damn about us. So we have to force the world to care.”

Lyra stared for a few seconds before nodding. Sunset had a scary good way with words, the younger and shorter filly began to realize.

“I prefer to use my hooves.”

“That’s all fine and dandy but you are a unicorn. We were born for magic. Each tribe has a role in Equestria. Pegasus with the weather, earth ponies with the farms and us? We are the best at keeping each tribe safe and in line. Sure, pegasi can use weather as a weapon and earth ponies are impressively strong but none can hold a candle to a unicorn who can cast a decent spell.”

“And we’re gonna what, target random ponies?” Lyra asked worriedly and Sunset laughed.

“Of course not. We’re homeless, not monsters. We don’t harm our fellow ponies. But we are gonna screw with the Royal Guard outpost. They always have good stuff. Bits and okayish foods. Sometimes they have the armory unlocked on accident. But that comes later once we get you up to speed, Lyra.”

Lyra was pleasantly surprised that Sunset wasn't a racist pony who hated the other tribes. She knew a few unicorns like that.

Lyra didn’t normally hate, but she certainly hated those unicorns. Gave them all a bad name in her eyes.