>It that cold, snowy holiday season.
>And there’s a big blizzard coming.
>Trixie just drove her car with her wagon attached behind it into town.
>A wide stage of open plains surrounds the town from the ground, a vast ceiling of light blue, white and grey surrounds it from the sky.
>A collection of clouds that fills up half the entire sky approaches from the west, like an unbelievably massive wall.
>The small town is dwarfed by its size, even from the perspective of main street.
>The stores are being cleared out of their food and supplies, people are bundling up and finishing any errands they need to run before the storm hits, and doors are locked tightly.
>Temperatures are expected to go well below freezing; dozens of degrees below.
>The height of snow accumulation is expected to go above most people’s heads.
>And wouldn’t you know it, it’s already starting to flurry.
>Prompting the tight-knit community to hurry on inside before they’d soon have to swim through snow to get inside.
>And yet, here’s Trixie Lulamoon.
>Hauling a heavy bag of literally every last bit of her clothes albeit pretty much a light magenta pair of leggings and a long blue tank top to the local laundromat to wash.
>It’s already cold enough outside for other people to wear heavy coats and scarves, but it’s nothing to Trixie.
>The winters are much more brutal where Trixie comes from.
>Winters that not even entire invading armies can adequately stand up against, and history has proven this multiple times.
>This is what Trixie is used to, and she enters the laundromat wearing nothing but that top and leggings, a thin layer of snow on her head and shoulders and a hardened expression.
>Wow, there’s actually other people in here; a couple of either fat or lanky truck drivers.
>They can barely tell that Trixie is not from around here, but don’t even register this when they can’t take their eyes off of her body.
>And yes, Trixie’s doing this on purpose. She never stops loving the attention.
>Several minutes on lack of interaction pass.
>Trixie gathers what little money she brought to the laundromat with her, after having it converted from foreign currency.
>She drops a couple of coins to the floor and waits until all three of the truckers are looking before bending down to pick it up and letting the three get a good view inside her loose top.
>It was only a matter of time before one of them spoke up.
>”Hey there, lil lady.” One of the truck drivers scratches his gut with greasy fingers. “You look really cold. What brings you ‘round here?”
>Trixie has to restrain herself from grinning.
>”What’s the matter? Why you shy?” He smiles at his two buddies and continues to ogle at Trixie’s erect nipples poking through the top. “I think you missed a coin, better check again.”
>Trixie opens the top of her bag and pulls out a brand new bottle of vodka she brought with her.
>The middle-aged truck drivers giggle as though they’re hairy little girls.
>”You goin’ to a party tonight?” Another trucker chimes in.
>Trixie doesn’t answer, just sets the unopened bottle of vodka onto one of the countertops and then begins unloading her clothes into a free washer.
>”You know, the snow’s already gettin’ pretty high out there. You might not be able to drive outta here safely.” The first trucker takes a step forward. “But I think I can get ya home safely with my big rig I got around back.”
>The other two chuckle after catching the innuendo.
>Trixie focuses on stuffing her Adidas tracksuits into the washer.
>”Oh, so you’re into sports, eh? I could already tell. You’re in pretty good shape.”
>A smile escapes Trixie at the compliment, she didn’t mean to let that slip out.
>But the truckers noticed, and see it as a signal for all three of them to walk over.
>”You alone?” The third trucker finally speaks up, his voice riddled in mucus. “Purty ladies like you shouldn’t be wanderin’ ‘round all alone.”
>”I don’t think yer s’posed to use vodka to wash yer clothes, ya know.”
>”You think she’s drunk?”
>”Prolly not. Bottle’s not opened yet.”
>”How do you know there ain’t another bottle?”
>The truckers start to joke with eachother, the nature of the things they say getting filthier by the minute.
>”Do you speak english?” The first truck driver asks as Trixie’s bag is almost entirely empty. “I don’t think from around here, boys.”
>Besides some remaining clothes, there’s something else in Trixie’s laundry bag.
>Trixie sets the thing down.
>She opens her bottle of vodka, takes a tiny sip of it, and then sets it aside before glaring directly at the truckers.
>She speaks in a very thick accent. “I do speak the English. I am not of around here, and I am not alone. I have one of my comrades with me down street. I am indeed going to party tonight, you are not invited. Yes, am cold, always cold. Still hotter than ugly western pigs.” She points directly at them. “I am flattered that you accept this.”
>They were already walking directly up to Trixie as she said all this; her thick accent really drew them over.
>”You got quite a mouth on y-”
>”I am not done.” Trixie interrupts him. “I need you lend me laundry sauce for clothing. Vodka will not do, you are right.”
>The truckers burst out laughing. “Laundry sauce?! She really is drunk, ain’t she?”
>”You gotta nice little accent there.”
>”What’s yer name, lil lady?”
>”I got some strong sauce for ya, but it’s so strong that you might need to take the clothe’s yer wearing and put them in the washer too just in case.”
>”What’cha smilin’ at?” The fatter trucker up front says as Trixie lets him and his friends back her into a corner. “What is it, do ya like me?”
>”I think she likes us, Earl.”
>”Maybe she likes ugly western pigs.”
>”Yeah?” The front trucker turns back to Trixie. “Well, imma make you love me after I show you how ugly I can get.”
>He takes one step forward with a greasy hand reached out.
>Not even a half a second later, Trixie balled her hand into a fist and like lightning struck the trucker directly in his Adam’s Apple.
>She raises a leg and kicks him back as he struggles to breathe.
>The second trucker steps forward before looking down at his buddy clenching his throat with terrified eyes wide open.
>Mouthing to the other two that he can’t breathe.
>The other two turn away from Trixie and come to his aid.
>”You bitch! What the fuck did you do?” The mucus voiced trucker turns his head back to look at Trixie only to find her reaching for what she sees dangling on his belt; his pocketknife.
>She yanks it off of him before he can grab his arm.
>Opens the knife and starts to spin and twirl it around in her fingers like an expert assassin.
>The trucker on the floor with his choking friend widens his own eyes.
>The standing one charges at Trixie anyway, only to get his arm and his hand cut.
>If he didn’t instinctively back away, that would have been a more vital spot.
>”Fuck, the bitch got knife skills!” He cries out.
>The trucker on the floor gripping his throat starts to make gurgling sounds.
>His two friends grab him and haul him out of the laundromat, trying to do whatever they can to keep him from suffocating to death.
>Trixie didn’t even need to kick any of them in the balls and they’re already retreating into the snow.
>”Knife is mine now.” Trixie yells to them as they make it to the doorway. “You pigs.”
>”Fucking whore!” One trucker shouts as the other hoists the choking one to his feet with snow blowing in his face.
>”Capitalist swines!” Trixie walks over to her bag and flips her middle finger at them.
>”Little… bitch!” The throat-punched trucker finally manages to start breathing again. “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” He struggles back to his feet after slipping and stumbles to the door.
>”Earl don’t! She knows how to use that thing!” The other trucker points to the knife. “C’mon, let’s get outta here!”
>”NO!” The fatter trucker breaks out of his scrawny friend’s hold. “I’ll kill you, bitch! You whore!”
>Trixie reaches into her almost empty bag and pulls out an AK-47.
>“Cyka Blyat!” She points the barrel at them and turns the safety off.
>This is when they scatter. “Oh… ffffuck.” One of the truckers gasps before disappearing out the door.
>Trixie pulls the trigger at them anyway, shattering a couple of the windows and making sure they don’t want to come back in here.
>Trixie hears their voices outside for a brief moment before the truck engines begin to roar.
>”What the FUCK’s going on?”
>”There’s a bitch with a gun in there!”
>Trixie mutters more insults under her breath before returning to her laundry as the 18-wheeler trucks hastily flee the scene.
>Trixie briefly steps outside and shoots at the trucks before she can’t see them anymore; she knows she must have hit at least one of them.
>She goes back inside and takes a larger swig of her vodka now.
>Steals a couple of tide pods and feeds them into the washing machine.
~
>Starlight Glimmer waits inside of the tailer-wagon as she watches the snow outside pile up.
>The vehicle is parked on a path in the middle of an open field with a few houses and trees to be seen in the distance.
>”Trixie, where are you?” Her breath fogs up the glass of the window, accent just as thick as Trixie’s but noticeably different in dialect.
>Several minutes go by, and Starlight sits there in much more clothes than what she saw Trixie march outside with.
>Thick burgundy jeans and a light purple sweater.
>Now she can see what looks like Trixie through the dense flurry of snowfall.
>She groans and goes to open the door as soon as possible so Trixie can carry her stuff right inside.
>”Trixie, why must you make stupid decisions?!” Starlight swings the door open and calls out. “You will freeze to-… where is laundry?”
>Trixie came back empty-handed except a mostly filled bottle of vodka; her nose is reddened from the freezing temperatures.
>”It is drying, do not worry.” Trixie steps inside, shivering like crazy.
>She looks at Starlight from head to toe, and she resists jealousy.
>”Are you trying to freeze until death? Did you forgot about blizzard?” Asks Starlight. “Trixie! Please answer!”
>”Trixie is strong. Will not freeze from cold.” Trixie crosses her arms.
>Starlight can smell the vodka in Trixie’s exhausted breath.
>”No, no, Trixie is crazy! Trixie is stupid!” Starlight shakes Trixie by her arms. “What are you thinking?”
>”Trixie is crazy stupid strong.” Trixie responds with a grin. “Stronger than she looks.”
>”You could have died! The snow will go over our heads soon!”
>”Even you?”
>”Yes even mine! It is lots of snow this time!”
>”Winter does nothing to me.” Trixie raises her bottle of vodka. “I have come prepared for cold.”
>”You must not go back!” Starlight urges. “Not in this storm!”
>”The Great and Powerful Trixie will go back… tomorrow. She was going to anyway. Just in case if police stay.”
>”P-police?!” Starlight squints. “What happen?!”
>”Trixie dry her clothes then hide them in vent before western police come with red and blue lights.”
>”What happen at laundromat! Tell! Tell!” Starlight becomes increasingly worried.
>”Men tried to rape me, so I shot at them. Some windows break.”
>”Trixie!”
>”It is their fault! They choose to be pigs! So I choose to shoot!”
>Starlight groans loudly at Trixie.
>”We both know you would have done same.” Says Trixie.
>”I would not go out in cold like this.”
>”You are from South of my great nation. You do not understand cold Winter like I do. My winters defeat armies!”
>”I will remember this argument in Summer.” Starlight smugly smiles at Trixie, who smiles back. “But please, do not go back until storm is over at least. Am glad you are alive, comrade.”
>”Is good being alive.” Trixie scowls before sipping some more vodka. “But is better being in death.”
>”You drunk already, Trixie?”
>”Why the fuck not? Life is bitch. Pigs everywhere, protected by Capitalist law, with Capitalist holidays.” Trixie drunkenly stumbles to the small couch and falls into it. “Capitalist news circlejerks all day, every day. Capitalist commercials grab money. Capitalist tax grab money. Capitalist health care grab money. All they care about is money. They have no culture! Only their fake football and burgers and lawyers. Yet they have more comfort than rest of world. Is not fair. Life is bitch, so I am bitch.” Trixie rants and take another swig of even more vodka.
>”They have comfort because of money! It is why we come here, Trixie!”
>”Well they act like bunch of fat lazy cunts. And still grab too much money.”
>”That is true, but we must take it in stride.”
>”It is annoying.”
>”You are drunk, Trixie.”
>”Not drunk enough.”
>”Wait wait wait… where is AK?” Starlight asks.
>Trixie pauses then slaps her palm onto her face. “OH FUUUUUCK ME! I left it at laundry place!”
>”Did you hide it too?”
>”Yes! But risk is higher now. I am not of likings of this.”
>There’s a long string of silence.
>”So does this mean we have no more clothes until you get to laundromat again?” Asks Starlight.
>”Afraid so.”
>Starlight shakes her head and then sits next to Trixie on the small couch.
>Trixie then goes off on one political rant after another, soon barely able to sit up straight.
>She’s a really stubborn and overly-political drunk, it’s how she met Starlight in the first place because they were both drunk in a tavern and happened to agree on many things.
>They handle the vodka the same way, and it helped them bond at first impression.
>And then they had officially met eachother the next morning.
>That’s when they got to know eachother in the sober world, and they luckily kept a lot of common ground on much less political things.
>Starlight used to want to be in acrobatics but she’s not petite enough to get into it very easily like Trixie can, and she stopped caring enough to put a lot of effort into it.
>Trixie is already a performer, does acrobatics and even magic tricks on stage before thousands.
>Starlight has been wanting to enter a hockey or rugby team instead since she’s very tall and sturdy, but would now rather work in the government of her home nation nowadays.
>What she does right now is serve as Trixie’s stage assistant, since she’s strong enough to help out with a lot of things.
>It wasn’t hard for her to figure out why Trixie was trying to show off around her so much; Trixie is jealous of Starlight’s stature.
>Starlight is taller, curvier, more developed in certain places. It drives Trixie insane with envy.
>But Starlight loves Trixie’s undying spirit and leader like mentality.
>She likes befriending stubborn people who can really challenge her views sometimes, after having surrounded herself by nothing but yes-people in the past.
>Political things have interested her now, not taking the spotlight of a stage and making everything go her way, she’ll leave that to Trixie now.
>Trixie makes her feel… smarter and stronger by affiliation.
>It’s close enough to humility, for Starlight, at least.
>Even if it weren’t for this, Trixie would be the funnest possible person Starlight could hang around, mostly because she reminds her of herself in a few regards.
>Especially in this drunken political rant that seemingly won’t end until about an hour later.
>It’s weird for Starlight to see from a sober perspective what she would sound like when drunk, because she and Trixie both know that they handle the vodka the exact same way.
>Trixie would be a yes-person if she didn’t challenge Starlight out of envy so much.
>Starlight takes the bottle of vodka and puts it somewhere where a tipsy Trixie won’t accidentally knock it over.
>She just starts babbling and smiling at Starlight now before talking semi-coherently again about random things.
>The bottle of what Trixie joked about being “rant fuel” is almost one-third emptied now, but nothing more is going to be taken from it until some time after Trixie sobers up again.
>Scenes like this are only the tip of the iceberg of the interactions between these two.
~
>The snow keeps on falling and falling and falling.
>The sky darkens, and the air inside of the wagon gets very noticeably colder.
>By now, the level at which the snow has reached goes above the whole wheels of Trixie’s car by now.
>Starlight’s been looking out the window for police lights, but has found nothing.
>She keeps Trixie awake and slurring curse words into the air with her breath visible inside of the wagon.
>If it weren’t for the vodka, she’d feel even colder with how little she’s wearing.
>Trixie’s arms are coated in goosebumps, her nipples are still completely erect and her lips are sticking together and to her teeth under them.
>Starlight’s thick clothing helps Trixie stay a little more warm, but the sober girl doesn’t feel like it’s enough and fetches the blanket from one of the cot beds.
>The space heater is just not enough.
>”Bah who gives fuck about politics anyway.” Trixie starts to slur once more. “Humans will never find perfect government. Too much disagreement. Too much religion difference, too much ‘this is my land i was here first’, too little communication or cooperation, world peace is myth.”
>Trixie just keeps going.
>”Anarchy is shit but any government form is shit too just some less shit than others. But it does not make it not shit. Nothing will actually work well. Humans fucking suck. Politics is nothing but uncleanable mess. And we are stuck with it no matter what and there is nothing we can do about it. Life is shit. We need human extinction.”
>”Is only your drunk self saying this. Life is beautiful.” Starlight holds Trixie close to keep her from falling over.
>”Beauty is trap! It make you want to stay in life. Because you in comfort but then fangs of life close on you when least expected. It is only to draw you in. When was the last sunrise you remember, huh?”
>”I do not wake up early enough to see that most days.”
>”Exactly! Life is shit!”
>”It is okay, comrade. You will become sober by morning and we will go out after snowstorm ends and we will get your AK-47 back from laundromat.”
>Ah, just like back at home.
>”It is gone forever.” Says Trixie.
>”It is not gone.”
>”Yes it is. It was stupid anyway.”
>”No it is not.”
>They casually argue some more as the snow outside starts falling even harder than before.
>After another hour, Trixie’s eyes seem to stay closed a lot, and Starlight can’t help but start to toy with her.
>Trixie is so cute when she blushes this much, still hugs back after Starlight begins to cradle her in her arms.
>Starlight perches Trixie’s head up just in case the vodka starts coming back up, but it doesn’t.
>She looks down at the other girl’s skimpy attire.
>That unreasonably loose blue dress-tanktop hybrid without a bra underneath… she went to the laundromat like this?
>Starlight doesn’t even need to question the girl to know that she wanted the attention it would bring.
>Those leggings aren’t made to be worn in the cold either; it’s so obvious.
>Bubbles of giggles come out of Starlight as Trixie shifts herself into a more comfortable position every couple of minutes.
>She might be addicted to attention and self-centeredness, but she’s still the closest friend Starlight ever had.
>Her jealousy of Starlight has always been one of the cutest things in the world, at least in Starlight’s mind.
>She didn’t even have to do much.
>Maybe just carry a bunch of heavy boxes up a flight of stairs before Trixie could get to them, or maybe put a larger pile of microwaved macaroni and cheese on her plate than Trixie did right in front of her.
>Needless to mention the fact that Starlight sets up all of the stage equipment for Trixie and does it better than she could because she can do things like reach higher.
>All these dumb little things make Trixie start to pout and get all competitive.
>Like all the times Trixie would be slightly less drunk than she is now and would start to try and wrestle Starlight to the ground to prove she’s still tougher than her.
>Says something about the size of the fight in the dog saying.
>And then Starlight would let Trixie win on purpose so she can feed her ego more and find a little bit more peace of mind before she has to use that confidence to make her character on stage shine more.
>Starlight feels like doing that again right now, but Trixie probably won’t understand a word she says.
>She just cuddles Trixie close to her to stay warm, and Trixie must have passed out sometime around this because she’s barely responsive aside her slow, relaxed breathing.
~
>Morning, probably.
>Starlight can’t remember when it was she fell asleep, but Trixie is still passed out even after the time during which Starlight woke up.
>”Trixie.” Starlight lightly shakes her friend. “Are you awake now?”
>Trixie groans and puts her hand on the side of her head.
>”Good. You are alive.” Starlight smiles down at her.
>”Starlight…” Mumbles Trixie, now back to her usual thick accent. “What is happen?”
>”All is well, comrade. I put vodka on shelf so it will not spill.”
>”Oh… good. Very good.” Trixie sits up and looks at her friend with messy hair.
>”Would you like orange juice from fridge?”
>”Do I have any left?” Asks Trixie.
>”I will check.” Starlight gets up and checks the fridge. “You have half container left.”
>”Good.” Trixie eyeballs Starlight’s form as she bends over to peer into the fridge, trying not to make a jealous face.
>Her ass is so round, her hips wide, even through the sweater and pants.
>The side of the shape of her breasts through her sweater can still be seen from this angle it busts out so far.
>Trixie is wearing a loose, mostly open blue top and thin leggings and her form couldn’t show itself like this. All she has is her nipples poking through the fabric because of the cold.
>Why was Trixie sort of biting her lip just now?
>Meanwhile, Starlight starts to look for a glass of a plastic cup to pour some into.
>”No!” Trixie stands herself up with her ears ringing. “I will do it myself. Trixie is not weak.”
>”Are you sure?”
>”Yes!” Trixie coldly stares and snatches a tiny plastic dixie cup from the counter after rushing over.
>”That is not big enough cup to fit glass of OJ.” Starlight points out.
>”Trixie does not care. It is like shot glass of vodka. I shall pretend it is vodka since cannot have vodka right now.”
>Starlight raises an eyebrow with a half grin.
>”Shut up!” Trixie says to her. “Trixie drinks from whatever cup she want.”
>”Aren you not who knows where tall glasses here are anyway?”
>Starlight has already retrieved a tall glass that is four times the size of the dixie cup.
>”Trixie does not care!”
>Trixie proceeds to chug small amounts of orange juice from the paper cup again and again as Starlight smugly watches.
>She looks over to Starlight and humors her with a mocking laugh. “What, are you just going to stand there?”
>”Do not forget to pace your sips so I am not ending up only one standing in couple minutes.”
>Trixie throws the empty paper cup at Starlight. “You are very cheeky today.”
>”Can not help it, I guess. I like you when you are stubborn.”
>”I am stubborn because I must be. I would not find success otherwise. I must make stage love me. I must make crowd love me.”
>”Be careful not to overdo it.” Starlight tells her. “I used to only want my way, and it made almost all other turn away from me. All except closest friend.”
>”It is hard to make western crowd love me. I have not enough burgers and guitars.” Replies Trixie. “Overdoing is not so bad. They love spirit. They love enthusiasm. Even more than they love skill. I see billboard 200. I know.”
>”Well come get your cup.” Says Starlight. “Do you want ants? This is how you get ants.”
>Trixie mimics Starlight in a whiny tone, then bends down to pick up her paper cup.
>The front of her top falls forward, giving Starlight a point blank view of Trixie’s nipples.
>”Are you not going to wear bra?” Asks Starlight.
>”Why?”
>”I can see your fucking nipples, that’s why. You went to laundry place like this?!”
>”I do not give a fuck!” Trixie points her nose upward. “Trixie fears nothing.”
>Starlight giggles and shakes her head.
>”What is so funny?”
>”You are not only brave, but too brave. Far too brave.” Starlight answers Trixie.
>”Far too brave for pussies who freak out over seeing woman breast.”
>”Barely anyone even back home would agree with you!”
>”I do not give a fuck.” Repeats Trixie. “I do not have to be like everyone else from home in every way. As I do not have to be like people here. I say fuck them.”
>Starlight laughs again.
>Trixie smirks. “Yes, you laugh now. We will see who laugh when you realize I am right.”
>”Trixie, you will give men boners in public dressed that way.”
>”Good! I get to be sexy enough for stage.”
>”What ever will I do with you…” Starlight holds back more laughter and turns away. “That is terrible logic.”
>”It works. I get attention all the time. Western crowd go crazy over me. I control them, all of them. I will be best.”
>”To them you would only be breast.”
>”…That was terrible.”
>”I know. I am not sorry.”
>”I am still right.”
>”You are wrong.”
>They argue some more until Starlight finally notices that she can’t see out the window.
>”Trixie, look.” Starlight walks over to the window.
>”What, is paparazzi outside of window taking my picture?”
>”Will you stop being whore for five minutes and look at this?!”
>”Fuck you, you are the whore!”
>”Look! Idiot.” Starlight sternly points to the window.
>Trixie takes a couple of minutes to see that the only light coming in from the window is coming from the top fifth of it, and the rest is murky whiteness. “What the…”
>”It is snow!” Starlight tells her.
>”No fucking shit! But it will not stop the Great and Powerful Trixie from getting back her AK-47!”
>”Oh, you think you will swim through that?” Starlight puts her hands on her hips.
>”Trixie is immune to winter!” Trixie marches over to her front door and unlocks it.
>She pulls and pulls trying to open in; it won’t budge.
>Starlight raises an eyebrow, which prompts Trixie to turn back around and double down on her available strength.
>”It’s… fucking stuck…” Trixie grunts.
>”Do you want me to try?” Offers Starlight.
>”No!” Trixie maniacally tries harder and harder, nearly sends herself flying to the other side of the wagon after her hands slip off of the knob.
>Starlight watches Trixie stand next to the door warming her hands for a short moment.
>Trixie is breathing heavily, ordering Starlight with her eyes not to touch the door until the mission to open it herself is successful.
>And it is never successful.
>”Don’t!” Trixie’s eyes light up with fire as Starlight grabs the knob.
>”Relax, let me try.” Starlight starts turning the knob and pulling at the door despite Trixie’s efforts to stop her.
>”The snow and ice on other side froze door! It will not open. We would need grenade.” Trixie tells Starlight.
>Starlight pulls with a massive heave, grunting and sliding her shoes across the floor until there is a cracking sound coming from the door.
>Before Trixie’s very eyes, Starlight succeeds where she had failed.
>There is a perfectly flat wall of snow blocking the passage to outside aside a narrow gap at the top of the doorway that can barely fit someone’s arm through it.
>An aesthetic looking imprint of the door’s design is engraved into the vertical surface of the snow.
>Trixie’s eyes grow dark and vengeful, and she crosses her arms and turns her nose to the ceiling.
>”Oh, stop it. I got it open for you.” Says Starlight.
>”Trixie weakened it for you.” Trixie pouts, angry enough to adhere more to speaking in third person.
>”Yes, yes, because you are strong and tough. Okay, well go swim through snow, then.”
>”Maybe Trixie will!” Trixie gets closer to the door.
>There is a long silent pause.
>”Are you going to make a fucking snow angel in doorway?” Teases Starlight.
>”Very funny, smart ass.” Trixie resists the hesitation she feels about pushing against the snow and making it spill all over the place in her wagon.
>Even after it melts, it would be a nightmare to deal with.
>”Go on, then.” Urges Starlight.
>Trixie turns around like five times until running straight into the wall of snow.
>It gives way on impact, and trixie does what she can in attempt to climb it.
>The mini avalanche just washes her right back into the wagon with more snow getting everywhere by the second.
>And Trixie’s whole body starts to become numb from being engulfed in snow in nothing but the little clothes she has on.
>Now she’s too cold to move around a lot, and shivers uncontrollably.
>”Shut up!” She shouts over to Starlight, who didn’t say anything.
>Starlight isn’t even laughing, she’s just shaking her head and waiting for Trixie to realize that the snow is going to be this high up all the way to the laundromat.
>Eventually, Trixie has to give up before her body gives out from the cold.
>But it takes Starlight pulling her away from the snowy door to get her to go back to the couch.
>Trixie’s body is incredibly weak now, and her lips have turned a bluish purple.
>She watches in angst as Starlight takes one of the pots from the kitchenette and uses it to shovel the snow back out the best she can.
>”Trixie a-almost had it.” Trixie says through chattering teeth, wrapped up in the blanket.
>”We have to wait, comrade. I am sure you know this now.”
>”Sh-shut up!”
>Starlight giggles and spends the next several minutes shoveling more snow out before it starts melting and becoming a longer lasting mess.
>The space heater is doing everything it can to warm the place back up, and it’s not exactly doing anything.
>It’s cold inside of Trixie’s wagon again.
>Starlight finishes the best she can with the door.
>”Your floor will be wet for few hours.” Says Starlight, pushing the door against the remaining mountain of snow trying to fall in.
>”I… I am sorry for being so stubborn.” Trixie faces the music, still shivering wildly. “There is too much snow. I have not enough clothes.”
>”Is okay, comrade.” Starlight struggles to get the door all the way closed. “I will not blame you. Even though it is completely your fault.”
>”Hey!”
>”I am sorry for being so cheeky.”
>Trixie gives her a look but can’t help but smile and laugh.
>Starlight laughs with her, relieved that she didn’t take that too seriously, because she sort of meant that at first before realizing that being harsh will do nothing.
>”I have something to say of last night as well.” Continues Trixie.
>”Tell, tell.”
>”I was drunk, I say things I do not mean. Am sorry. Capitalism is okay for most part. I like it a little more than Communism. But many people here act like shit because of the way things are.”
>”Good times populate the weak and entitled. Victory has defeated them.”
>Trixie scoffs. “What that fucking Bane quote?”
>”I just think line is true.” Shrugs Starlight. “Bane was best character in movie.”
>”I didn’t know you were that into internet too.” Says Trixie.
>”Internet? You mean movie.”
>”No! Internet. You do not know what people do there?”
>”What do they do?” Asks Starlight, intrigued.
>”They post Bane references. From movie. Relating to everyday life. In smart ways. It is funny.”
>”Oh!” Starlight widens her eyes. “I think I like.”
>”I love it.” Responds Trixie. “One of only reasons I still love internet. Because Bane jokes. And line comic jokes.”
>Starlight looks at her, confused.
>”It is another good joke. They tell joke of comic with 4 parts, and they make the same lines arrangement every time somehow, some way. Is meant so you not notice at first. Very funny.”
>”Is this Capitalist joke?”
>”I think so. Westerners love it. They call it meme. Do not know why. But they make big deal of it.”
>Starlight repeatedly insists to Trixie that she learn more about these types of jokes she’s never heard about before.
>With this, the two go fetch the bottle of vodka once more, this time to occasionally share.
>Trixie goes over to her computer and turns it on, but only to find that there is no internet connection.
>”Fuck! World Wide Web is fucked.” Curses Trixie.
>”Well now what? Pass time?” Asks Starlight?
>Trixie nods and stays on the small couch.
>Deflated, Starlight sighs and stands up to go to the back of the wagon, where Trixie can still see her within the tiny space of the wagon outside of the tinier side rooms.
>There really isn’t anything much either of them can do in this tiny wagon together.
>Starlight wanted to go do something else, but this isn’t her place, and none of her stuff is here.
>And she’s not going outside any time soon, and it’s cold as all fuck.
>There’s practically nowhere in the wagon either girl can go to in order to avoid the other, and they end up sitting together once more.
>”Now what?” Asks Trixie before she and Starlight hear a noise coming from the front door.
>It turns out that Starlight didn’t close it all the way; she wasn’t exactly able to with the pressure from the snow outside.
>A cold wind has picked up, and it floods throughout the wagon as the door’s gap widens a lot once more.
>Both of the girls rush over and now work together to completely push the door closed, having trouble keeping their feet planted on the now wet floor.
>Their shoes squeak against the floor before they manage to get the door closed all the way enough to be locked.
>”I am so sorry I caused this.” Trixie groans with her back to the door.
>”It was my fault for letting you do it.” Starlight tells her.
>”It’s so fucking cold.” Trixie says with continued shivering.
>Her clothes are still a little damp, and the cold wind definitely didn’t help with that.
>Now she’s shivering again.
>Starlight turns to her and asks her if she’s alright.
>Trixie stares at her. “My clothes are damp! Am freezing!”
>Her arms are covered in goosebumps again, and regret for wearing so little starts to metaphorically smother her.
>”Come here.” Starlight grabs Trixie by her shoulders and pulls her closer.
>”The fuck you doing?”
>”Just come here.” Starlight traps Trixie inside of the grasp of her arms. “Let me warm you.”
>”What are you doing?!”
>”I just told you! Stubborn idiot. I am warming you. Listen to me!”
>Trixie struggles to break loose, only to have Starlight hold her even tighter.
>”Will you hold still? I am not trying to kill you! Fuck.” Starlight maintains her bear hug on Trixie.
>The two fuss their way over to the couch once again, where the vodka rests upright on the side table still.
>Trixie’s body feels Starlight’s breasts gently mash themselves through the clothing up against Trixie’s chest.
>Trixie gets red in the face, feeling a number of different feelings but feeling anger above them all.
>”Let go!” Orders Trixie. “Trixie demands you let go!”
>Starlight complies. “I am sorry, I just want to warm you.”
>”Trixie can warm herself!” Trixie crosses her arms before looking at Starlight’s chest.
>She can faintly see Starlight’s nipples becoming erect under the sweater that’s slightly dampened in front and making bumps.
>”But you need my body heat to warm faster! It is platonic, I promise.”
>The two girls start yelling at eachother, not caring if any of the locals around here are going to walk by hearing two young ladies yelling about hugging at eachother in thick foreign accents because there’s no way in hell someone is walking around with snow this high up.
>Somewhere in the middle of the altercation, they start taking turns taking swigs of the vodka directly from the bottle.
>”Here, more of this will keep you feeling warmer, right?” Starlight hands Trixie the bottle again after another swig. “Take! Drink! Like you did last night!”
>”I do not need warmth, I am strong!” Trixie stays on her side of the couch and continues to shiver.
>Starlight notices that she’s feeling even colder too, then looks over to the other side of the room.
>”Trixie, when did the space heater stop working?” Starlight points over to the space heater which seems to have shut off.
>She goes over to it and tries to get it to start working again.
>It’s struggling to even start up.
>Starlight grabs the sides of her head. “We absolutely must share heat now! Come!”
>”No!” Trixie stands up to flee with nowhere to go, but Starlight grabs her by the arm. “I do not need!” Trixie tugs away.
>Starlight eventually gets Trixie back onto the couch. “Stop being a baby!”
>”I am not baby!”
>Starlight locks Trixie into another bear hug, chests docking together and all.
>And the vodka is within arm’s reach.
>When Trixie begins to blush, she looks away, turning towards her anger instead of accepting Starlight’s embrace in this way.
>”You are going to be fine, comrade.” Starlight says to Trixie.
>And there they sit on the couch for the next twenty minutes or so, with Trixie refusing to talk to Starlight.
>Minutes and minutes of sinking acceptance go by for Trixie; her eyes become less avoiding of Starlight’s face.
>She becomes less tense, but still pouts a lot.
>Starlight lets Trixie bury her face into her shoulder as she slowly realizes how much colder she’d be without Starlight holding her close.
>This is the warmest she’s felt all day.
>As it turns out, it must have been some time in the afternoon when the two girls got up, because the sky is darkening again.
>Thankfully, the snow has ceased, though that doesn’t change the fact that it snowed extremely heavily the entire night last night and probably most of the morning too.
>That was a hell of a blizzard.
>The air outside now is still dozens and dozens of degrees below freezing.
>Both of the girls take in some more vodka, and it somewhat works to help them feel not as cold.
>The sensation of relaxation slightly overtakes both of them.
>After another few minutes, Starlight and Trixie spark up a choppy, awkward conversation once more.
>Starlight’s eyes dart around the darkening room, she’s feeling some nervousness creep up on her from behind in the form of Trixie’s arms finally starting to hug back.
>”I am sorry, Starlight.” Trixie sighs.
>”Again?”
>”Yes, again. I was bitch. Again. It is just that…”
>”Has something been bothering you, Trixie?”
>Trixie looks at the floor, noticing that the wet spots are now starting to disappear.
>”Trixie, tell me. Tell!”
>”I do not want you to think of me as weak.”
>”I do not see you that way.”
>”Yes you do. You know it because you are strong. You pull door open when I can’t. You hug me and I can’t get away. Why would you not think it?”
>”You have been freezing yourself from cold. I have been bundled in clothes, more clothes. Your body has used energy trying to stay warm.”
>”…Oh.”
>”You know I am right. I do not think you are weak. You are putting yourself at disadvantage.”
>Trixie sniffles.
>”Are you fucking serious?” Starlight strokes Trixie’s hair to try and comfort her. “Why do you care this much of this? What does it matter to you? I know you like being great but, really?”
>”See? You do think of me as weak. Am not crying, nose is still cold.”
>”Oh.”
>”Why do you lie to me? Why not tell me truth? And let me justify my anger to you?”
>”Because you are angry over stupid thing.”
>”It is not stupid!”
>”It is.” Starlight hugs Trixie tighter. “I knew for long time, comrade. You can count on that. But your anger is stupid whether we know everything about it or not.”
>”Why is it stupid? You are taller than me. You are stronger than me. And I am supposed to be the leader.”
>”Look at me.” Starlight gently puts a hand behind Trixie’s head. “Trixie, look. I know about wanting to be leader. And have people look up to me like president. I wanted government job but I shut out other opinion. Like dictator. It got me nowhere.”
>”What does that have to do with me?”
>”Don’t be stubborn, this is stupid. You let too much get to you. Too much of wrong thing. You make yourself sad. Real leaders find way around not being tall on stage with taller assistant. That is the trick.”
>”But I want to be beautiful like you.” Trixies confesses. “Do not deny it, you are more beautiful than me.” She sniffles again and aggressively grabs the vodka to take another swig.
>”What do you mean?”
>”You play dumb! You know what I mean, Starlight! You get to have wide hips! Big beautiful breasts that even poke through your sweater!” Trixie starts to whine. “And you have thick legs, you are taller, you are like model! What the fuck do I have? What do I bring to spotlight?”
>”I think we should put vodka down for now.” Says Starlight. “We should eat. We haven’t eaten all day.”
>Trixie doesn’t listen to her, sips more vodka.
>”Trixie!”
>”Here, your turn.” Trixie hands her the bottle. “Warmth, right?”
>”You are getting drunk, Trixie. Again.”
>”Life is bitch, what can I say? Fuck this world. Join me, comrade. I know you are already halfway there.”
>”You are already drunk! You do not know what you say! We should eat!”
>”Of course I am already getting drunk faster than you. Because I am smaller.” Trixie gripes with a furrowed brow.
>”You are getting more drunk because you are drinking twice as much vodka! …Fuck it, save some for me, damn it!” Starlight grabs the half-empty bottle. “Fine! I drink! Since you drink. You want to be stupid? Fine!”
>”I will finish off bottle faster than you.” Trixie gets competitive again.
>”No, I did not mean it! Put bottle down!”
>”You lead me on, Starlight.”
>”Yes, whatever. Bottle down. Will not reverse psychology next time. But still… fuck it. Just keep holding me. Get blanket. We can sleep for now then eat after sober and plan tomorrow what the fuck to do next about snow.”
>”I am still right. You are hotter than me. I am supposed to be the one in center stage but you are hotter.”
>”You’re drunker than me, Trixie.”
>”Why do you think I always wear less than you? You think it is no reason? You wanted to know why I go to laundromat this way well here is real reason!”
>”Trixie, I… come on, this is stupid.”
>”You do not want to admit you are lucky. So you won’t brag. But I know.”
>”There is more to life than bragging! You have had too much vodka.” Starlight tells Trixie.
>”Why can I not be more beautiful like you?” Trixie is now willingly pushing herself up against Starlight. “I want real woman body.”
>”You HAVE one!”
>”I do not!”
>”Ugh, this goes nowhere!”
>”Look at this!” Trixie feels the sides of Starlight’s body. “Look at all you have! And you still call me whore!”
>”Is not how it works.” Starlight berates. “You are being confused drunk!”
>Trixie wraps her hands around Starlight’s waist and pulls her closer.
>”You do not know what is like being like me! I- …Starlight?”
>”What? What is it now?” Starlight shakes her head, hoping she had less of the vodka than she remembers having.
>”Starlight…” Trixie looks down.
>Starlight looks down as well to find her own hands cupping Trixie’s breasts in them.
>Her thumbs started to run back and forth over the bumps from Trixie’s erect nipples, and Trixie was the first to feel it happen.
>Starlight pulls her hands away.
>Trixie sways back and forth as she gazes at Starlight.
>”I… I am sorry.”
>”It is okay. I did that.” Trixie doesn’t remember doing that, and Starlight questions if she does remember doing that herself.
>The two awkwardly sit apart from eachother, Trixie taking the blanket with her and Starlight curling up into a ball on the other side of the couch to stay warm.
>And the couch is so small that they’re still within arm’s reach of eachother.
>”I am sorry.”
>”No… I am sorry.”
>Without another word, the two drunkenly stand up and stumble over to the cot beds in the back.
>They’re too nervous to speak, letting the eerily lowly howling wind outside take over their earshot.
>Trixie lags behind when she gets too close to Starlight, keeping her eyes from wandering down to her bottom.
>The cot beds are right next to eachother… a little close.
>They feel even closer than last night now that Starlight and Trixie got a little closer themselves without realizing it.
>With this, Trixie goes back to the living room where she should be able to… contain herself.
>The blanket doesn’t feel as thick as it did last time.
>Probably because of the fact that any further attempt to get the space heater working again has been more of a failure than the last one.
~
>The moaning of the freezing wind outside keeps Starlight and Trixie awake along with the dropping temperatures inside of the wagon.
>The vodka only does so much to keep them warm, and it’s already wearing off after a few hours.
>Now the inside of the wagon is almost pitch black with all the lights off, barely any light from the dimply glowing overcast winter sky comes in through the window.
>It’s going to take a hell of a long time for this snow to melt enough to go through on foot, let alone by car.
>Starlight and Trixie are trapped here together.
>Trixie shakes violently on the couch, trying her best to keep warm but can only do so much.
>Her mind goes over scenario after scenario, and it concludes that joining Starlight in her bed is the smartest thing to do here.
>There’s no way the temperature outside isn’t seriously lethal.
>And there’s no way the temperature inside is far off from it.
>”Trixie?” Starlight’s whisper sounds from the cot bed. “Trixie!”
>”Starlight?”
>”I can hear you shivering. Come here. It is okay.”
>Silence.
>”Can you stand?”
>”Yes, Trixie can stand!” Trixie angrily tries to rise to her feet… falls back onto the couch.
>”Trixie, come here. We need to share heat so you don not freeze.”
>More silence.
>”Trixie, you will die if you stay there! Get your ass over here!”
>Trixie tries to stand up again, and Starlight hears her fall down once more.
>”For fucks sake…” Starlight crawls out of bed and lumbers over to the couch.
>She yanks Trixie to her feet and walks her over to the bed as quickly as she can before the warm spot is lost.
>Trixie clamped the blanket she had in one hand… and the vodka in the other.
>She takes a swig of it and officially empties the bottle past the halfway point.
>And now she is in the bed with Starlight, with all of the blankets in the wagon clustered together wrapped around the two girls with the vodka bottle in the middle of it all until Starlight places it on the nightstand.
>”Trixie… it is okay.”
>Starlight bear hugs Trixie once again and lies with her in the bed. “You are freezing.”
>”Starlight…” Trixie mutters with her chin on Starlight’s shoulder.
>”It is okay, comrade. It is okay.”
>All of the blankets wrap around the two girls.
>They have to move around a little bit to generate more heat between eachother.
>And they have their arms clamped around one another with hands running up and down eachother’s backs.
>Trixie doesn’t feel anywhere near as angry from feeling Starlight’s tits mashing up against her own tits as she did before.
>It’s starting to feel comfortable, like warm pillows against her in the middle of the hugging.
>The corners of Trixie’s mouth tilt upward, and she rests her cheek on Starlight’s shoulder, nose against the other girl’s neck. “Starlight…” She whispers.
>”Trixie…” Starlight whispers back, her hand venturing to Trixie’s hip.
>Neither girl manages to stay awake, both of them certain that they are going to freeze to death together because the vodka is clouding their judgement.
~
>The sky overhead is nothing but a deep light blue.
>It’s around noon.
>Starlight is the first to open her eyes, noticing that she’s not feeling cold at all.
>Trixie moves her head a little, tickling Starlight’s neck with her hair.
>What is this, day 3 now?
>”Trixie?” Starlight says after several minutes.
>She then waits several more minutes and says Trixie’s name again.
>After another 20 minutes pass, Trixie starts to moan about her head hurting.
>Starlight looks over to the bottle of vodka to see just how much of it Trixie drank.
>”Trixie what the fuck?”
>”Life… is… bitch…”
>”Really?”
>”Yes… really.”
>Starlight lets out a groan and starts stroking Trixie’s hair again.
>She looks over to the window to find that the snow level has decreased a little bit; now most of the window is no longer covered by snow.
>Minutes later, Starlight gets out of the bed, letting Trixie stay under the covers with her headache.
>Starlight is sure to take the bottle of vodka with her so Trixie can’t get to it.
~
>Starlight makes herself breakfast, having forgotten to eat yesterday [insert USSR joke here]
>She makes herself waffles from the freezer with the toaster, and plans to make Trixie some waffles too once she gets up.
>It’s not until hour later does Trixie manage to get out of bed, but the waffles are sitting in the freezer waiting for her.
>”Good evening.” Starlight says to Trixie as the sun outside already begins to set again.
>”I lied, Starlight.” Trixie approaches still in her thin blue top and magenta leggings.
>”What do you mean?”
>Trixie shivers after having left the warmth of the bed, but she wanted to come to Starlight.
>Now she needs to embrace with her once more… she misses feeling Starlight hold her ever so close.
>”I was crying yesterday.” Trixie confesses. “I am sorry.”
>She weakly throws herself at Starlight, and Starlight welcomingly catches her.
>The hugging resumes, and Trixie begins to sniffle again.
>”Trixie, are you okay?”
>”I am so sorry, Starlight. I cannot help it, you are too beautiful. I cannot compare.” Croaks Trixie, rippling her forehead.
>Starlight keeps Trixie up against her, holding the back of the other girl’s head and letting the sobs seep into her sweater.
>”I am so jealous of you. You have proper woman body. I have nothing.” Laments Trixie.
>”Don’t say that.”
>”You make me weak.”
>”No, you are strong. Trixie is strong. Trixie is Great and Powerful.” Starlight gives her some pep talk. “Do you understand?”
>”It is not fair… I want to have a body like you. It is not fair.”
>”There is nothing wrong with your body, Trixie. You are better for acrobatics anyway. Be proud of what you have.”
>Starlight lets Trixie back her up to the wall.
>”You do not realize how strong you are. You have only been freezing your energy away. You must… you must…” Starlight lost where she was going with that.
>She just holds Trixie as Trixie quietly finishes crying.
~
>Trixie eats some waffles too, but her head still hurts, so she goes back to bed and stays there since it’s getting dark anyway.
>Nothing else happened for the whole day; there is literally nothing to do.
>No leaving the wagon yet, no internet connection, no TV here, no other people to talk to, and it’s still cold.
>Not anywhere near as cold as yesterday, but still annoyingly cold.
>The bottle of vodka goes untouched for the whole night.
>Starlight eventually comes back to the cot bed after pretty much sitting around with Trixie lying around literally right there.
>Starlight had checked the door one more time to find that the snow had finally solidified once again, and she can open the door and peer out.
>She takes Trixie over to the door to look out in the middle of the night; the snow level rising to Trixie’s chest as the wind whips through her hair.
>The sky is completely clear… stars everywhere surrounding a sleek crescent moon.
>Trixie takes a step forward before Starlight pulls her back.
>”Do not even think about it.” Says starlight. “We wait until morning, maybe another day depending what happen, then we will see.”
>Trixie nods. “You are right anyway. Close door, wind is blowing my face.”
>The door is shut.
>Trixie and Starlight face eachother and look down at their bodies in the dim lamp light.
>”You cold too?” Asks Trixie, noticing Starlight’s nipples getting erect again.
>”It is thin bra.” Starlight smiles warmly before noticing the envy in Trixie’s face once again. “Hey, now. You have nothing to be jealous over. Get over it. It is stupid.”
>”I am tired.” Trixie groans and turns away, looking at her own erect nipples and mentally comparing size.
>”So am I. Sleep?”
>”We sleep.”
>And just like that, they both head off to the same bed once more, now more familiar with the notion that they are sleeping together for the sole purpose of staying warm.
>Trixie feels a rush of happiness wash over her when she feels Starlight embrace her again; she openly smiles now with a sigh.
>She missed the feeling so much, and Starlight doesn’t want to let go of Trixie, knowing that her affection is keeping her smile on her face… both of their faces.
>Trixie will learn to embrace the body Starlight has that has been getting the best of her, in a literal sense.
>And they stay warm together.
>The temperature still drops at night.
~
>Morning comes with more clear skies.
>Starlight and Trixie stay in bed together long after waking up, not having to deal with any hangovers this time.
>This is either day 4 or 5, Starlight lost track and Trixie was never keeping track.
>They cuddle together in bed, talk about the same old political things they talked about before.
>They then try to get out of bed and do something else to pass the time, and almost succeed until they both wind up sitting on the couch together with nothing to do yet again… after less than 30 minutes.
>The snow level is slowly receding some more, now down to just over abdomen level, but still spanning the whole walk length to the laundromat.
>Does this town not have snow plows? Where is everyone else?
>Starlight and Trixie go straight back to the couch after eating an early dinner before the sky outside starts to get dark.
>The dim lamp is turned on.
>The snow should be low enough by morning to stomp through.
>Starlight and Trixie decide to sip some more orange juice together for five minutes, mixing it with much of the remaining vodka and already getting a little tipsy.
>After that, they sit on the couch and talk about what they want to do for Trixie’s next stage performance.
>Or rather, Trixie and Starlight’s next stage performance.
>And this leads back into Trixie’s insecurities, which Trixie starts to rant about once more.
>And of course, Starlight lets out an agitated grunt in light of this.
>”Is there anything that will make you shut up about this already? Fuck!” Starlight grabs the bottle of vodka in preparation for one more long evening of being stuck here.
>And one topic leads to another until…
>”May I request something?” Trixie pokes her index fingers together.
>”What is it?”
>”Can I play with them?”
>”…My breasts?” Starlight’s face lights up like a stove top as she sets the vodka bottle down.
>”Yes.”
>”Trixie, what the fuck?”
>”What?”
>Starlight sighs. “Well uh… I do not see why the fuck not. I suppose it was only a matter of time, huh?”
>Trixie shrugs. “I just want to see what they’re like.”
>Starlight starts looking at Trixie in a strange way; lidded eyes.
>Trixie gulps. “…Starlight?”
>Starlight begins to slowly nod. “It is okay, I will let you play with my tits. On one condition.” She grabs the bottle of vodka and wraps her lips around the opening.
>”Hey! What the fuck? Leave some for me, you whore!”
>Starlight smiles right at Trixie and scoots closer to her until she can wrap an arm around her.
>She’s smiling really widely, gazing directly into Trixie’s eyes as she pulls her into a bear hug that both of them admittedly missed.
>Trixie stares back, unable to push a very drunk Starlight off of her.
>Starlight leans Trixie back and climbs on top of her, pins her down as the sexual tension finally breaking can be heard above the wind outside and felt over the cold air inside.
>Trixie starts to stutter something, the words don’t come out right, she utters out startled nonsense, forgetting what she was getting at as her arms and legs squirm under Starlight.
>Starlight puts her face right in front of Trixie’s, making her smell the vodka in her heavy breathing and looking to calm her down.
>She pushes their mouths together, sucking on Trixie’s lips for the very first time, making Trixie let out a muffled squeal.
>And Trixie stop twisting around; she relaxes as Starlight locks lips with her more tightly and sincerely.
>The kiss gets deeper, and deeper still. Neither of them close their eyes as they assertively swap saliva between eachother’s wrestling tongues.
>Both start huffing their breath onto one another’s faces through their nostrils, shaking with sudden excitement that welds them together on the couch.
>They bask in the taste of eachother’s mouths, every little feeling and emotion, the sounds they force eachother to make.
>It takes forever the kiss to loudly break with a wet sucking sound.
>The lips part, leaving a mangled mess of saliva trails between, only to be closed back up by another just as deep kiss.
>And the tongue wrestling resumes.
>It finally happened. It really was only a matter of time before that damned sexual tension broke. Each of them knew this in the backs of their minds but didn’t want to face the reality that now spills out.
>The wagon is rocked back and forth, couch slid across the floor and bumped into the nightstand.
>Starlight and Trixie can no longer contain themselves; they lost control, the restraint is overrun.
>Now their thirsty voices grunt and moan into eachother, fueled by what little vodka there was left.
>Trixie and Starlight wrap arms and legs around together.
>Ferociously kissing and groaning back and forth with fondling, caressing hands diving under clothing.
>Starlight’s need for Trixie competes to outshine Trixie’s need for Starlight.
>Starlight grabs Trixie’s wrists and pins them above Trixie’s head. “I said one condition.”
>Trixie lies on her back under Starlight’s appetite, her hair wildly sprawled out on the couch.
>”I want to play with yours first.” Starlight sticks her tongue out and licks Trixie right on her lips. “Then you can have mine.”
>Trixie licks her own lips for Starlight’s sweet taste, Starlight leans in and gives her more anyway before moving down to her neck and collarbone while keeping Trixie’s arms restrained.
>Trixie’s face strains more and more as Starlight proceeds to her chest:
>She clamps her lips onto Trixie’s erect nipple through the blue top, hard enough to move the top around, tugging and pulling it to the side until Trixie’s bare nipple slips out the gaping arm hole.
>Starlight runs her tongue up Trixie’s nipple, then closes her lips over it and releases it with a sucking kiss.
>She says nothing, only shows her love for Trixie’s breasts as Trixie locks her legs around Starlight to hold her.
>Holds Trixie’s wrists with one hand and uses her free hand to violently pull the front of Trixie’s top open and apart for easier access.
>She then keeps Trixie pinned and sucks away at her nipples until they shine with her saliva.
>With a shuddering cry or arousal, Trixie arches her back, lifting her chest into Starlight’s appetite with her legs still locked onto her like a vice.
>The two girls suddenly explode into a frenzy of arms and legs with grabbing, squeezing fingers and curling toes.
>Starlight snakes her hands up the bottom of Trixie’s top; Trixie snakes her hands up the bottom of Starlight’s sweater and hungrily pulls her thin, lacy black bra in every direction until the back snaps apart.
>Starlight slips Trixie’s leggings down the thighs, and pulls herself around trixie to reposition herself behind her.
>She traps Trixie’s arms in her legs and lets Trixie’s head rest on her thighs… Trixie’s chest rapidly heaves with labored breathing, glistening with Starlight’s saliva on the nipples and glistening with sweat everywhere else.
>Starlight reaches forward and pulls the leggings all the way down to Trixie’s ankles.
>Then grabs Trixie’s torn top and pulls it up over her face.
>Trixie has been wearing a pink string thong this whole time… and it teases for Starlight to grab it and strip it off.
>Starlight tugs it off of Trixie’s hips, slides it down her thighs, soon sends it flying across the room… spreads Trixie’s legs from above and locks her lips with Trixie’s dripping vulva.
>The very second she feels this happen, Trixie begins to holler at the top of her lungs, submitting to the mercy of Starlight’s wanton appetite for her.
>About a minute later, Starlight straightens her back and grabs the bottle of vodka.
>She brings the opening to Trixie’s mouth, clumsily pouring the remaining contents of the bottle in and getting a lot of it onto the couch and her jeans.
>Oh well, better take these off now.
>Starlight decides to let trixie do it.
>She releases Trixie from her grasp, and lets Trixie climb on top of her.
>Trixie’s toned, naked body in the dim light of the lamp brings a smile to Starlight’s face.
>”Come get them.” Starlight wheezes from raw lust. “Take me!”
>Trixie pounces into Starlight, managing to bring her down in one surge and slipping the sweater up Starlight’s torso until it’s scrunched at her shoulders.
>Trixie lowers her face on top of the loose, undone bra and sucks through the thin fabric until it slides out of the way of Starlight’s nipples.
>A merciful whimper bubbles out of Trixie’s quivering lips before they plant themselves up against the salty taste of what got the best of her for so long.
>Starlight’s breasts get squished and pressed inward with how hard trixie is pressing her face into them with the nipple in her mouth.
>Starlight grabs the surface of the couch in her fingers, almost ripping holes in it as Trixie wildly suckles her with a spark in her eyes.
>Trixie peels Starlight’s sweater all the way off, peels off her jeans, her lacy black bra, her matching panties. Peels it all away to expose Starlight’s curvaceous womanly body.
>She returns the favor that Starlight had done to her, and buries her face between Starlight’s warm, soft thighs until she makes her way up to where that trickle of nectar came from.
>The couch is slid around more… and more… the vodka bottle, now empty as a flat-earther’s skull, shatters on the floor.
>The lamp is knocked over, the light goes out entirely.
>The wagon shakes back and forth with more and more life as Trixie and Starlight finally face eachother once more with that same deep kissing that made their hearts flutter.
>It’s something they’ve missed out on for so long with all that tension.
>Starlight welcomes Trixie into her leg’s embrace, and Trixie does the same back, encouraging Starlight to put her heels on her back.
>Their legs lock, their lips lock, their hearts lock.
>It’s the greatest they’ve ever made eachother felt.
>And their lustful cries echo through the night further than any person in the town can escape them.
>The snow on the windows melts away after several minutes.
~
>The night turns into morning and then the next day eventually.
>The wagon is still in the same place it was yesterday, except the snow around the wagon is slightly lower than the snow in the rest of the field where the wagon has packed.
>Within, there is silence for the moment.
>It definitely wasn’t always silent.
>Trixie and Starlight had moved their moment of bonding from the couch to one of the cot beds at some point during the night.
>They both lie together, wearing nothing but smiles and messy hair together in bed with their arms wrapped around one another.
>They slowly awaken just like the past days, but this time has them with complete peace of mind.
~
>The day goes on, but neither girl leaves the wagon yet.
>There are intervals of time when the wagon rocks back and forth again.
>And again… and again… and again.
>And again.
>Followed by outcries of joy.
~
>”Alright… alright… are we going to go get laundry now?” Starlight huffs as she puts her hands on her knees.
>She sits naked at the foot of the bed, covered in sweat and ready to utterly collapse.
>”How long has it been?” Trixie rests at the head of the bed, arms crossed behind her messy hair after the fifth or sixth time bonding with Starlight even further.
>”Do not know, comrade.”
>”I think we should rest for a little bit.”
>The two stare at one another for a little bit, then Trixie starts to nod, and Starlight reciprocates.
>They look into eachother’s eyes, seeing a brand new light that only they can understand.
>The smiles with bedroom eyes warms their hearts beyond exterior understanding.
>Trixie and Starlight take eachother into arms, bringing faces and lips close together, as close as their hearts when another kiss locks together.
>The two girls now need to learn to pace themselves with their fucking like they pace themselves (sort of) with their vodka.
>There’s no telling if the police ever went to the laundromat, but Starlight and Trixie find no one there at the place by the time they make it to the place.
>Everything that belongs to Trixie is still there.
>Even after those days of being stuck together, then the last couple of days of being happily stuck together… re-enacting repeats of that one fateful night when Starlight and Trixie became a union through loss of restraint… everything is still there.
>Broken windows and all.
>Trixie gathers her things and leaves with Starlight, kissing her on the cheek before entering her car in attempt to start it so she can drive off to the next town.
>And so they do, now traveling under a new undertone.
>This day, this moment, this time, this season, this place, no matter where Trixie’s wagon goes, it will always be kino.