Title:           Week24 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Monday 5th of September 2016 12:34:16 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 5th of September 2016 12:34:16 AM CDT

PURPLE FRIDAY:
Working from the prompt from http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/20316158 but instead of Anon taking Equestrian Twilight bra shopping it will be SciTwi. Because of reasons.
 
>”You’d like me to what?” SciTwi gives a look of confusion.
>”Bra shopping. I just learned what those things are, since I’m rarely over here in this dimension very often.” Equestrian Twilight locks her fingers in front of her. “And I figured that going shopping with you would be best because you’re the most similar to me.”
>SciTwi widens her eyes at the floor. “Ohhhh…”
>Inside of her head, SciTwi immediately begins to feel flushed. Everything about the situation tells her that the smart thing to do is decline, lest some awkward moment start up.
>But she figures that it couldn’t be as intense as she imagines it.
>She gives her equestrian counterpart a slight nod of approval. “What time?”
>”Whenever you’re ready, I guess.” Equestrian Twilight looks in the direction of her car.
>…
>”I can’t believe you’ve never worn bras ever since you got here.” SciTwi whispers quietly enough for the other shoppers not to hear.
>Equestrian Twilight scratches the back of her head. “Well, I’ve usually been busy with… stuff every time I came here. Buying clothes was the least of my concerns.”
>”Oh. Right.”
>”Anyway, I’ll try not to buy much.” Equestrian Twilight brings up as the two enter the underwear section.
>”Oh, it’s fine. I have like 40 something dollars to spare.” Insists SciTwi. “Don’t worry about it.”
>”Alright. But we should still leave pretty soon anyway. Pinkie’s throwing another one of her Friday night parties again.”
>”Heh, don’t wanna miss that.” SciTwi pretends to look forward to the extra energy to come from that girl later on.
>Picking out the right color doesn’t take long, but size proves to be a more difficult issue.
>”How is one able to tell what size their breasts are? Do they just… measure or something?”
>SciTwi struggles to think of a response as she takes a look at what they already gathered in the cart. Three different bras, one black laced one, a plain bright pink one and the last one just a plain white one.
>”Well?” Equestrian Twilight repeats.
>”I’ve usually just known what size I was for a long time now. Never really thought about things like finding a new size.”
>She’s starting to blush now.
>The two roll the cart over to the entrance to the dressing rooms. The place is jam packed; no spaces available.
>”Well, I guess we can sort this out while we wait for one of the booths to open up.” SciTwi keeps her tone low. “The main thing about bra size is the size of your… you know.”
>”Mhm.” Equestrian Twilight doesn’t even seem at all fazed by this.
>She wonders why SciTwi is appearing to be so nervous about this.
>”So…” Equestrian Twilight starts off. “Do I look at how big mine are out here or in there?” She peers down to her chest. “I’m not sure if I should, things got a little weird when I tried something similar in school.”
>”O-oh…” SciTwi resists picturing what happened. “Yeah, you should do that in one of the booths. That’s kind of what they’re for anyway.”
>Twilight holds the bright pink pair up to her chest, and SciTwi does everything in her power to keep herself looking away. Until…
>”Do you think this colour compliments me well?” Equestrian Twilight asks. “Uh, are you alright?"
>SciTwi gives up and spins around. “YES! Uh… y-yes, it does.”
>”Awesome.” Equestrian Twilight notices a door open up in the changing room. “Oh hey, someone’s leaving!”
>She rushes over to the booth as the previous lady walks out before anyone else can take it, with the three bras in hand.
>SciTwi now has to sit all alone while battling back thoughts about the other Twilight undressing and trying the new undergarments on.
>Not even thirty seconds later, the door to the booth opens once more, and Equestrian Twilight steps out with her shirt buttoned all the way down.
>”How do you put this thing on?” She calls out.
>SciTwi perks up in her seat, and springs out of her seat when she notices the other girl pushing the sides of her shirt away with the bra in her hands.
>”Do the cup looking thingies go here or…” She holds them over her nipples.
>”Booth.” SciTwi blushes uncontrollably.
>”Wh-wha?”
>”Booth!” She pulls the indecent girl into the booth as shocked glances from all directions turn to murmuring.
>”What’s wrong?” Equestrian Twilight asks before looking down and slapping her palm against her face. “Oh.”
>She lets the shirt fall back to the sides after SciTwi locks the door.
>”Am I in trouble?”
>”No, no. We’re fine.” SciTwi can’t resist letting her eyes lower towards her counterpart’s nipples before her. “Uh…”
>”Oh, great.” Equestrian slips her dress shirt all the way off of her shoulders and arms, letting it drop to the floor. “That was a close one.”
>SciTwi continues to stare, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before her thirst makes her become more touchy feely. But that doesn’t stop her from noticing a major difference between the other Twilight’s breasts and her own.
>Those breasts that SciTwi can’t stop looking at appear to be so much… smaller than her own. Even with the nipples completely erect from the chilly air inside the dressing room.
>Equestrian Twilight, clueless as hell about the situation, notices SciTwi staring right at her chest and steps closer to the girl can get a better look. “Here.” She hands the other girl the bright pink bra. “Just… how does this thing work?”
>SciTwi’s shaky hands accept the article of clothing, her palms sweaty and her knees weak, arms are heavy.
>”O-okay…” SciTwi can’t stop stumbling over her words now. “S-so… first you get th-the… this… and… and then…”
>”Are you freezing too?” Equestrian Twilight starts poking at her nipples, trying to make them go back down. “These things are so weird. Why do they do this every time I get cold?”
>SciTwi lets out a few babbling utterances.
>”What?”
>”U-um… yeah, I d-don;t know why that happens either.”
>”Wow, you must be really cold.” Equestrian Twilight comments. “But… you have on a shirt AND a sweater vest. Are you more used to warm places?”
>”Y-yea…”
>”Well anyway… can you help me with this?” Twilight spreads her arms out and huffs her chest forward, nearly jabbing SciTwi with her nipples. “I hope these things don’t poke through.”
>SciTwi loops the straps around Twilight’s arms and begins to stretch the strap around her torso to connect it.
>The thing is far too loose.
>”So, is this right?” Twilight looks down at the two cups almost falling away from her nearly flat chest. “I can still see my nipples.”
>Y-yeah…” SciTwi clumsily explains. “It’s supposed to be flat against your skin.” Her hands are absolutely trembling.
>Twilight steps closer to her, almost nose to nose. “Can you fix it?”
>SciTwi nods in a jittery fashion and lightly slams her hands against the others girl’s chest. Twilight gasps a little bit in surprise, but doesn’t question anything about this.
>”Your hands are so cold.” Twilight says as the fingers nervously squeeze her.
>SciTwi gives her a squeak in response. “S-sorry. Just seeing how they should go up against your skin.”
>She can only cringe at the memories of when she would stay up all night feeling herself when she began to… develop. There’s no telling what will happen when she’s in the presence of a literal clone of herself, let alone feeling her up.
>It’s a pretty dangerous blade to hold the string of her self control near.
>Even with the bra tightened, it’s not enough to close the gap where people can still look in.
>”I think it’s too big. What do you think?” Twilight tells SciTwi, who can’t bring herself to answer.
>Twilight just lets the other girl take the longest gander at her chest for quite some time. She then says something that nearly makes SciTwi fall back onto the floor with blood dripping from her nose.
>”Can I see yours?”
>SciTwi’s heart races in her chest as she shudders instead of answering. But she doesn’t need to answer as she sits down on the nearby bench of the changing booth, signaling for the other girl to follow her.
>She’s pretty much in the land of lewd thoughts now; taken a one way ticket there.
>Her hands shoot right back to Twilight’s bare chest as she plants herself right next to her on the bench.
>”What are you doing?” Twilight nervously asks.
>”Th-this… is how we get a good idea of proportions. So like… we know which sizes fit and everything.” SciTwi lightly flicks the other girl’s nipples around with her fingertips.
>As Equestrian Twilight looks down to SciTwi’s chest, it doesn’t take her long to notice the significant bulge underneath the sweater vest. “Are… you wearing protective pads over your breasts or something?”
>”Nope.” SciTwi squeaks in a high pitched voice.
>”Well that’s odd. I thought yours would be the same size as mine since we’re pretty much the same person.” She pauses. “But whatever. I guess we can just compare after seeing proportions.”
>”Uh…”
>Twilight mirrors the actions that SciTwi has just displayed, pressing her hands onto the other girl’s chest and letting her fingers begin to feel through the thick sweater vest.
>SciTwi gasps a deep breath of air, taking a quick peek at the ceiling as her cheeks turn a flushed red.
>”Whoa…” Twilight mutters. “You weren’t kidding. This really is your chest!”
>Nothing comes out of SciTwi in response but the most nervous giggle. She does everything in her power to cover up the immense desire for more of this… feeling.
>And nothing can stop her curious fingers from scooping under the other Twilight’s new bra to run her fingertips over those nipples again. She… lost control.
>”How did you get yours to get so big?” Twilight asks, pressing through the sweater vest a little bit more tenderly.
>SciTwi croaks a little bit before answering. “I… m-may have d-drinken a lot of m-milk when I was younger.”
>”Ohh…” Twilight actually lightly giggles a little bit, holding back an anxious smile. “You seem nervous.”
>”I-I’m f-fine…”
>”You’re shaking all over! Here…” Twilight pushes in SciTwi’s arms for her to turn her back to her counterpart.
>SciTwi does so, and soon feels the same pair of hands from before grab back onto her chest from behind, lifting her bulging bosom up with that same light but sincere grab.
>And she feels Twilight press the two of their bodies together from behind as well. “Are you warm now?” Twilight asks. “You feel like you’re burning up already. I feel like I should be the colder one here.”
>SciTwi trembled in loosely contained excitement as she involuntarily arches her back.
>”Are… you leaning into my hands?”
>”S-sorry.”
>”No, it’s fine. I don’t mind it.” Twilight is starting to catch on to this, trying to figure out what the socially acceptable thing to do next is. “Just wondering why.”
>”Hmm?”
>”Is this like… a thing you do around here?”
>SciTwi seizes the opportunity to continue this before she even realizes it. “Y-yeah… true friends like to get as c-close to eachother as possible.” She feels Twilight’s fingers tighten a little bit in response. “Ohhhohhh…”
>”You’re… not offended or anything if I’m not enjoying this as much as you are, are you?”
>SciTwi is trying to figure out if that’s really what she just heard, but her arousal just glosses right over the though.
>”I-I’m not offended. Please continue…” SciTwi’s levels of bravery shift dramatically, but only on the inside.
>”Well, I feel like I’d have to feel your breasts head on in order to get a good feel of how your bra fits you.” Twilight’s hands linger along the rim of the sweater vest around the shoulders before returning to squeezing the girl head on. “Tell me more about how often you’d drink milk. What kind of milk was it? Where can I find it?”
>”O-oh… you want t-to know?”
>Twilight starts to squeeze a little bit more… enthusiastically. SciTwi feels her nipples start to slide around against the inside of the bra cups from the force of Twilight’s increasingly curious fingers.
>Why wouldn’t she be arching her back again.
>She just prays that she doesn’t let a moan escape; there are still other people nearby.
>”Uh…” SciTwi doesn’t even wait for Twilight to answer. “Whole milk… you know… wholefat.”
>”Ohhh…” Twilight voice has turned to something sounding more… intrigued. “So not that 2% I keep hearing about?”
>”N-no… just plain and simple whole…” SciTwi keeps her breathing under control as she lets her back un-arch and her shoulders relax. Accepting the fondling hands press everywhere up and down her soft chest.
>Twilight’s breathing must have taken the hastiness from that of Sci-Twi’s. She’s not starting to lengthen her breaths herself, to the point where her breath tickles Sci-Twi on the neck.
>Sci-Twi is still blushing exponentially more, however.
>For the moment.
>”I still d-drink it sometimes. P-pretty often, actually.”
>”Whoa… I can see that. You like whole milk more than he others?”
>”Ssso… m-much…”
>A knock sounds on the booth door.
>”Excuse me, ladies.” A female voice sounds. “Is everything alright in there?”
>”EVERYTHING’S FINE!” SciTwi wants this other lady gone and gone NOW.
>There is a short pause.
>”Mmmkay.” The lady on the other side says before walking away. “They’re fine.” She quietly announces to an apparent group of people speckled with a few stifled giggles.
>”Uhh…” Twilight starts to wonder.
>”It’s fine.” SciTwi quickly reacts. “They’re already going away.”
>”Okay.” Twilight goes back to feeling the weight of SciTwi’s breasts bearing down on her slowly wiggling fingers. “So tell me more about the milk you drink.”
>”I-it’s so good. I started to realize it was making my boobs bigger after like a year, b-but I couldn’t stop.”
>”It took a whole year?”
>”W-well, I started be- Aah!” SciTwi’s breath hitches abruptly the very second she feels Twilight’s hands slip under the sweater vest’s rims under her arms.
>The start squeezing with a lot less in between the fingertips and the breasts the feel.
>”They’re so bouncy!” Twilight starts to giggle as she shifts them around with her hands directly on SciTwi’s shirt.
>SciTwi can already feel the cold air seeping under her sweater vest through the holed Twilight’s wrists create. Her mind races and her shoulders move around in a few rushes of suppressed joy.
>Twilight’s fingers probe the surface of the shirt, finding the buttons in no more than a few seconds. “Soft too.” She continues to speak as SciTwi struggles to bring out any more words at all.
 
SUNSET SHIMBER:
>All six of the mane 6 head over to the local Hooter's in one car.
>Rarity gazes out the window the whole time, bored, while the other simply chat for the entire way there.
>They make it there, and Sunset notices their car outside in the parking lot immediately.
>She can't duck and cover with a tray of food in her hand. She looks around to find no method of escape.
>Luckily, she passes behind a wall by the time the mane six enter through the front doors. They're seated and are told their waitress will be right with them.
>GUESS WHO IT IS?
>"H-hi... welcome to Hooter's! My name is Sunset and I'll be serving you today!" Sunset does the best she can to pretend not to know them in front of everyone else.
>She's pretty much dying a little on the inside at this point.
>And the stares the mane six give... boy, are they ever-damning. They have never been so red in the face and pale in the face at the same time.
>Except for Pinkie, of course. She's facing in the completely opposite direction so Sunset doesn't see her mile wide smile.
>But she shoulders jolt up and down from the laughter, and the reflection in the polished window gives her involuntary squinting and toothy smirk.
>Trained to do so, Sunset swallows the humiliation and forces her own smile to remain on her face JUST a little bit longer until she's done taking the order and scurries out of sight.
>Everyone just ordered lemonade for starters. Nothing else could come to mind.
>"You mean you know all of them?" Sunset's manager questions his employee.
>Sunset silently nods.
>"Well, I'm sorry. You should have told me this earlier before I officially assigned you to serve them. We can't just swap waitresses out of the blue like that." He lowers his tone. "Tell you what. Just deal with it this one time, and you can head home a little bit early. You still get full pay for the extra shift. I'll get Trixie to fill in for ya."
>She has to go back to the table.
>What happens next?
>"Alrighty... so are we all ready to order." Sunset saw her friends hastily whispering to eachother before she got very close to the table.
>They all awkwardly exchange glances, not having opened their menus.
>It's clear what it was they were whispering about before Sunset returned to within hearing range.
>"C-can we have more time?" Twilight blushes heavily, but nowhere nearly as much as Rainbow Dash.
>No one in the entire town is blushing as much as Rainbow Dash at this moment.
>"Sure thing!" Sunset clicks the pen and heads off to another table she's assigned to.
>"Pinkie! Stop it!" Twilight sharply scolds the giggling girl at the window.
>"She probably saw already. So ah suggest you apologize at some point, Pinkie."
>Pinkie Pie wipes a tear from her eye. "Sorry, girls. It's just..." She chortles a little more. "I totally didn't see this coming!"
>Rarity straightens her back and hops onto her high horse. "I see nothing wrong with this. Working here was Sunset's choice, and I wholeheartedly respect that."
>"Exactly!" Twilight agrees. "Sunset's our friend. And we have to support her decision no matter what. I mean, there's nothing wrong with working in a place where... well, you know..."
>Rainbow Dash quietly grunts with her legs crossed.
>Fluttershy stares at the table, and keeps her eyes glued there with no intention of looking up for even a half a second.
>"It's a great place to work. The food here is great, there's a very positive atmosphere, along with a very specific theme, is all." Twilight continues, trying not to compare herself to the other waitresses who are clearly more developed than her. "I'm happy for Sunset. And we should tell her so once she comes back. There's no sense in dragging this out and not breaking the ice."
>Rainbow Dash also finds herself checking out the waitresses, but for different reasons.
>The reasons why she came here in the first place.
>"Just figure out what y'all wanna order so we can get through this." Applejack brings up.
>Everyone chooses their dishes.
>Steak for Applejack, footlong subway sandwich for Rarity, salad for Fluttershy, soup for Twilight, burger and fries for Pinkie Pie and buffalo wings for Rainbow Dash.
>Sunset writes it all down, getting the vibe that there's something Twilight wants to tell her.
>"Erhm..." Nervousness overcomes Twilight. "Nothing. Thanks."
>Sunset nods and walks away once more with the paper in her hand. Now the mane six have more time to converse.
>"Listen, one of us has to tell her it's okay." Applejack tries to convince one of the other girls to address the elephant in the room.
>"Why can't you?" Twilight asks.
>"Ah can't help it. It's just that... I'm not used to being in restaurants like this one where the waitresses are so... revealing, is all. I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but it's just too awkward for me."
>"Well, if you're not going to say anything, then I will." Rarity offers, hardly blushing at all at this point.
>Applejack continues to make her case. "I'm sorry, y'all. If this were Texas Roadhouse like I'm used to, then it would be a totally different story. But... ah guess I'm out of my element. I'm more of a traditional girl who focuses more on modesty. And ah know that at least most of y'all are a little awkward about this too!"
>Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy stare straight down at the table.
>"Oh, I'll apologize. Promise!" Pinkie reassures. "I want Sunset to be happy with her job, and I want her to know that I'm happy for her too. You've got my back, Rarity."
>Several minutes of discussion later, and the group falls silent.
>Rainbow Dash keeps her legs crossed, noticing Trixie across the aisle serving another table. All of the mane six see her.
>A watered down version of the awkward moment ensues, but not for Trixie.
>She just kindly waves to them.
>35 more minutes later.
>Dinner is served...
>And heeeere... you... go." Sunset carefully loads the dishes off of the tray.
>Twilight looks over at Rarity, who's more than ready to speak once Sunset is done serving the table.
>"Sunset, I would just take a moment to say that I think it's wonderful that we have a friend working here. What a coincidence you were assigned to out table, is it not?" Rarity calmly sparks a short conversation.
>Pinkie Pie joins in immediately. "Yeah, uh, sorry I was giggling earlier. I was just so excited to see you here."
>"Oh..." Sunset lowers her shoulders and sighs in the beginning of relief. "I uh... thanks. And it's no big deal, Pinkie. I know you mean well."
>She prays that they say more. Something to at least show that they can put this past them and move on.
>That's all Sunset wants at this point, after this amount of time that has felt like literally hours.
>"So how long have you been working here?" Rarity persists. "This place looks like it gets a lot of business." She scans the packed tables and booths.
>"Oh, uh... couple of months."
>The very atmosphere in the room warms up little.
>This was all it took for everyone except for Fluttershy to comfortably converse for a little bit before Sunset has to go to the next table she's serving.
>It isn't hard for the group to work in a chance for everyone to speak.
>"G-good job, Sunset." Fluttershy stutters quietly before her friend walks away.
>That was it.
>Sunset expected some sort of trainwreck to happen, but this whole thing didn't take much at all.
>The mane 6 enjoy their meals and head off once they're done with dessert.
>Sunset waves them off as they go out the door, getting ready to tell her manager that she's okay with staying for the rest of her shift anyway.
>"You sure?" Sunset's manager responds after being informed.
>"Yeah, I was just having a bit of an awkward moment. Nothing too big. So any tables for me to do next?"
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
>”Uh...” Sunset stares at the glossy eyes manager before he walks away.
>Half of her expected this, since she’s seen it happen to a lot of the other employees as well.
>This guy oughtta get fired at some point.
>The real feeling of relief comes in as Sunset finishes her shift and heads home, knowing that the mane six at lest left before her encounter with her boss.
>…
>”Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Twilight starts off. “It’s just to clear things up.”
>”Sure” Sunset sits down.
>”I just want to make sure you know that I’m very proud of you for landing a job there no matter what. I know you might worry about it being otherwise, but none of us are going to judge you.”
>Sunset smiles warmly.
>”I’m very sorry if any of us gave you the impression that it was a little frowned upon to work there.”
>”What do you mean?”
>”Well, I do remember a while back that rarity mentioned that only deplorable people masquerade themselves like that.”
>”Oh…” Sunset sighs. “That.”
>”I just don’t want you to feel like you’re being frowned upon. I’m sure the fact that you’re her friend is something hat will make her look past that.”
>”Well, I’m not really bothered by what Rarity said. If anything, she’s kind of right. In a way.”
>”Aw, don’t say that.”
>”Well… here’s the thing.” Sunset leans closer to Twilight.
>She tells her about how her boss treats her, and makes Twilight promise not to tell any of the others.
>Twilight immediately seems to be worried and concerned. “Oh my gosh, but like, can’t you report him or something?”
>”Well… it’s not that bad.” Sunset tries to keep the situation from blowing up.
>”No, it’s not. What he’s doing is treating you like deplorable people. And the whole Idea is that you’re not deplorable for doing what you do. It’s not right, and it’s harassment anyway.”
>”None of the girls seem to mind though. It was just me who kind of cared at first because of… well…”
>Twilight hesitates. “You… sure?” She keeps in mind that something still had to motivate Sunset to bring it up in conversation.
>”Yes.”
>The two nod it off, agreeing that Sunset had just been a little self-conscious about what Rarity said before, and that’s what caused her to not be okay with the "culture” where she works.
>…
>A week later.
>Sunset is doing her usual serving tables at the restaurant. She noticed Rainbow Dash come here at least twice ever since the mane six’s last group visit.
>”Good news, girls!” Sunset’s manager announces to the waitresses during the group meeting. “We have a new young lady here with us!”
>He steps to the side to reveal Rarity standing behind him.
>”Hello, Darlings.” Rarity greets her new co-workers.
>The introductions are short lived before everyone gets to work.
>Sunset notices something different.
>Her manager doesn’t seem to be eyeing her or a lot of the other waitresses as much today.
>There’s a point where Rainbow Dash enters the restaurant for a platter of hot wings. Rarity insists that she be the one to serve her; to surprise the girl.
>About an hour and a half later after her meal, Rainbow Dash happily left the restaurant with a nosebleed.
>”I just wanted to tell you something, darling.” Rarity approaches Sunset at the end of her shift.
>”Y-yeah?”
>”I just wanted to let you know that… I didn’t really mean what I said before.”
>Sunset smiles at her. “Is that why you applied to work here?”
>”Well…” Rarity playfully twirls her hair in her finger. “That’s one of the reasons.”
>Sunset stares at her, confused.
>”You see… Twilight may have mentioned something you told her.”
>”Wh-what?” Sunset gasps.
>”Don’t worry about it, darling! The secret’s safe with me! And I originally wanted to know whether or not that goes on around her for… different reasons.”
>”What kinds of reasons?”
>”Just reasons, darling.” Rarity concludes. “Anyway, I’ll be seeing you, since it is the end of your shift and all. Just wanted to let you know that.”
>They say goodbye and Sunset leaves for the night.
>Rarity then goes to meet with the manager to hear about how she did on her first day.
>”You’re a natural, Miss Rarity.” He compliments with the widest smile. “It was a wise move to hire you as quickly as I did. Everyone who came in and were served by you seemed very pleased with your performance.”
>”Thank you, sir.” Rarity responds.
>”So great job.” He walks past her and gives her a slap on the behind. “See you tomorrow.”
>”Is something wrong,g darling?“ Rarity turns around, grabbing his attention.
>”Hmm?”
>”Aren’t you going to grab and hold onto it?” She suggests with a lip bite.
>The manager sighs ever so happily. “I’m so glad I hired you.”
 
FUN WITH WHIPPED CREAM GS VERSION:
>”M-my name is Sunset Shimmer… a-and I am addicted to whipped cream.”
>Everyone else in the circle of chairs collective says hello to the girl, already looking extremely confused.
>And that was it.
>The introductions go on and on, and Sunset has to sit there and listen to the other real addictions that everyone else has.
>What she has is just... ridiculous.
>”Great, now that we all had a chance to introduce ourselves, how about he all talk to each other, hmm?” The spokeswoman announces.
>And that’s where Sunset tunes out.
>…
>”I’m back.” Sunset announces as she walks through the door.
>Twilight sets down the magazine she was reading and stands up. “How did it go?”
>”It was… nice.” Sunset twiddles her thumbs and gives the floor an unenthusiastic look.
>Twilight nods, only waiting for Sunset to be more specific this time.
>”Um…” Sunset finds herself obligated to continue. “We talked for a bit, gave each other some willpower to… quit, you know?”
>”What was everyone else’s addictions?” Twilight asks.
>”Smoking, drinking, crack, meth, MDMA, Ritalin, Salvia, LSD, mushrooms, stuff like that.”
>”Alright, but which ones were the unusual addictions?” Twilight asks. “Which is the thing that was included in the program.”
>”No one else had an unusual addiction. Everyone seems to just be addicted to drugs and stuff these days.”
>Twilight quietly huffs. “Well, in any case, I had Pinkie put a lock on her refrigerator. We’re all in this together.”
>”Y-yeah…” Sunset isn’t looking forward to the days ahead without whipped cream. “Together.”
>…
>Weeks earlier.
>”You sure like to spend the night here a lot, Sunset.” Pinkie Pie mentions as Sunset hastily walks through the door.
>”I guess I’m just too used to spending sleepovers here.” Sunset chuckles with a smile and a drop of her light overnight bag.
>The rest of the girls follow in after her.
>Sunset is always the first one in, and the last one to leave… with barely noticeable remnants of cool whip all over herself.
>The evening goes by, and everyone does whatever the fuck girls do at sleepovers. (I have no clue).
>Everyone is settled in and doing their thing while Sunset stays close to the kitchen.
>Pinkie Pie occasionally comes down for cookies and milk, like five time over the course of three hours or so.
>”You sure are quite the fan of cookies, Pinkie.” Sunset mentions.
>”They’re just so yummy!” Pinkie Pie squeals with her hands balled into fists.
>She leaves to go upstairs after what feels like years.
>This is when Sunset finds herself alone… with Pinkie’s fridge.
>She opens the door, revealing the rows and rows of whipped cream that appear to be the only thing the girl stores in there.
>Needless to say, Sunset prefers it this way. She starts spasmodically grabbing the cans out of the cold compartments and piling them up in a cradle she makes out of her shirt.
>She takes as many cans as she is able to take, not even counting them.
>Fun time is only a few minutes away.
>She quietly races out of the sliding glass doors t o the backyard undetected, mind racing and heart booming.
>Heads into the woods behind Pinkie Pie’s house, running over the rugged ground in bare feet.
>She’s too stimulated to care. Too... mentally stimulated for what she’s about to do.
>After about a minute or so of looking for the perfect spot, Sunset finally finds it, exactly how she remembers it.
>That big grassy hill glistening in the moonlight shining down on the clearing. This is the destination.
>Sunset can still see the markings and imprints in the grass from when she was here last time.
>She went pretty hardcore last time. And she has even more cans of whipped cream with her this time.
>The girl furiously shakes the cans of whipped cream with as much force as she can, and begins to spray the creamy goodness all over the ground below her.
>Right on the incline where the hill slopes.
>Nothing takes away friction better than whipped cream. At least on grass.
>It takes forever to get the entire side of the hill coated in the cool whip; Sunset is pretty much out of breath by the time she finished.
>But she rejuvenates quickly at the thought of the fun she is about to have.
>The show can’t end yet.
>Sunset makes her way back to the top of the hill and stares down the path to the bottom. She smiles widely, getting ready to leap into the fun.
>And so she does, letting her feet slap against the grass through the thickness of the whipped cream.
>She slides down the hill, turning sideways so it’s like snowboarding, cheering all the way down.
>The rush she feels, like racing in a car going at 300 miles per hour. It’s almost like a… high.
>Being at the bottom in and of itself is exciting for the girl, as she can now go back up to the top of the hill and slide down again.
>But sliding down is the REALLY good part for Sunset. The part that matters.
>She makes it back to the top before she even realizes it, losing her patience with the lack of the feeling of sliding back down the hill.
>This is why she doesn’t need winter, or snow, or any of that.
>Sledding is nothing compared to going down the grassy summer hill with whipped cream beneath your feet.
>She rushes down again, letting the wind flow through her red and yellow locks as she picks up speed.
>She falls onto her back this time, but only lifts her arms into the air and pretends she’s on a water slide now.
>It’s fun no matter how she goes down the hill.
>The grass is getting horrendously flattened by this unusual activity, but Sunset does everything about it except for caring.
>She goes down the hill again… and again… and again… non-stop.
>Feeling the rush of picking up speed at the top of the hill, letting the acceleration build up as she lets momentum take over hand-in-hand with inertia.
>Isn’t gravity such a wonderful thing sometimes?
>The whipped cream that gets pushed to the side from the force of the girl sliding down is eventually relocated back into the path of the fun.
>And she cannot ever hope to stop.
>”Sunset!” Twilight’s voice calls out from the trees.
>And it was all over right there.
>…
 
SUNSET ONE SHOT:
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>There’s a knock on your apartment door.
>You mute the TV and get up from the couch to answer whoever would stop by your place this late at night.
>The door swings open, and there stands Sunset Shimmer.
>”H-hi, Anon.”
“Oh, uh, hey Sunset. What brings you here?”
>She bites her lips and already takes a step closer to you. “Can I ask you something? I’ve wanted to ask you this for a long time now.”
“Sure. What is it?”
>”I’ve thought about this for a long time. Will you have sex with me?”
>Your brain goes straight from “I wanna go back to watching TV” mode to “holy shit, she really wants to have sex with me?” mode.
>”I think I love y- no, not even that. I KNOW that I love you. So much. And we’ve knows each other for so long, and I can’t take it anymore! I want you so badly!”
“S-sunset…”
>”So what do you say? I really need you tonight.”
>Without another word, you wrap your arms around her, pull her into a welcoming embrace and plant the longest kiss you possibly can on her luscious lips.
“I would love to have sex with you, Sunset Shimmer.” You finally say after like, a minute.
>The door to your apartment is gently closed not even five seconds later.
>And it is promptly locked.
>…
>Sunset is the first to push you against the bedroom wall with a powerful kiss.
>You respond by doing the same, making sure she does hit the opposite was too hard.
>You both lean into each other with your hands, heart and minds going wild.
>The pleading moans that come from Sunset make you want to hold her like this for all eternity, but you want to get naked with her just as badly.
>She pulls your shirt off and you slip her leather jacket off of her shoulders.
>Plow your hands into the girl’s perky breasts through her shirt, squeezing them hard enough to elicit a series of grunts out of the fiery haired girl.
>Sunset leans back onto the bed and throws her head further back until her eyes can only see the opposite wall.
>Run your tongue up the front of her neck, specking her with kisses everywhere you go.
>Her quickening breathing can be felt against your lips.
>You’ve been so lost in the warmth of her collarbone against your lips that you didn’t even notice her feet curl over the waist of your jeans and pull them down to your knees.
>Squeeze her supple breasts with a million time more enthusiasm than before; with enough force to unhook the front of her bra through her shirt.
>Right as she feels this happen, Sunset grabs the collar of her shirt and rips it to the sides.
>You watch the girl unveil her protruding bosom before you, taking the separated bra cups with the increasingly torn shirt in her shaking hands.
>It isn’t long before something else starts protruding through the front of your boxers.
>Sunset feels it poking her thighs as you bury your face in her breasts, tightly closing your lips around her erect nipples.
>And so she frees your member, automatically lightly pulling your hips towards her own.
>She doesn’t want to spare a second.
>And neither do you.
>Grab the bottom of her skirt and ride it all the way up past her hips, rising the curtain from her pristine white panties.
>You find yourself unable to resist ramming your pecker into the bottom ridge of those panties, feeling your already dripping head push past her lips through the thin fabric.
>Sunset only quietly cries for more; you feel her latching her legs around your waist.
>And she is NOT letting go.
>You don’t even have the patience to push the ridge of fabric to the side.
>Just start plowing away with as much force as you can muster from within.
>The thin fabric lasts for a little bit. A little bit.
>It starts to give in after a few seconds under the repeated thrust of your rock hard shaft breaching through.
>Twisted around from the might of your member, nearly pushed to the side.
>Sunset helps you by thrusting herself back into you from the opposite direction in motions simultaneously with your own; there is an audible snap.
>And you feel yourself penetrate her completely, sliding all the way into the warm moisture as Sunset fails to hold back the loudest moan.
>You can go back and forth even more now, feeling every little bit of her walls hug the surface of your throbbing shaft between each lustful plunge.
>Sunset’s breathing turns vocal, and you can’t help but succumb to this as well.
>The two of you are talking to each other through your loving actions.
>With blushing smiles widely spread across your faces, staring into the ravenous, glistening eyes of their significant other.
>You watch Sunset shut her eyes in fervent exhilaration as she feels your shaft furiously stroke against her sensitive goods from the inside.
>It’s overtaking her with pure joy, and you mirror everything she feels you do to her.
>Loom over the girl sprawled on her back on the bed, caressing her increasingly humid body as she happily undulates underneath you.
>With her closed legs on your lower back desperately pulling you closer into her.
>Lock your lips with hers once more, and Sunset lets out a pleading cry into your mouth the very second your tongues eagerly mash into one another.
>You know what she wants, thrusting faster without care how close you are to ejaculating.
>Sunset wants this more than even she understands -- you must quench her thirst for your love.
>This is when the springs on the bed really start creaking.
>You and Sunset make them louder by syncing your motions together.
>There is no way the torn panties aren’t absolutely soaked by now; you feel nothing but sheer slipperiness around your entire pelvic area.
>And you’re not even close to being out of breath.
>Hump your loving mate harder and faster to the point where she clenches her teeth under those thrilled smiling lips you’ve kissed a thousand times.
>Her other lips are being fiercely kneaded against the drenched surface of your shaft that further stimulates itself against them.
>She groans, and then groans again even louder.
>You move your face down to her chest as she groans a third time, feeling her soft, bouncing breasts vibrate from her stirred voice.
>It grows more high pitched, and Sunset starts to shudder FAR outside of her control.
>She’s thrusting back into you with infinitely more power than you are to her now; there’s only one thing she can be feeling.
>You excitedly push yourself over the edge as well, joining Sunset in the mutual overload of each other’s senses.
>Shut your eyes, and shoot them open again to find Sunset doing so as well with the same blissful smile on her reddened face.
>The thrusting sounds quickly become more liquid sounding, coming from both ends of… this.
>The girl cries out under you, and you cry out over her.
>The two of you bound together in an unbreakable grip.
>You release into her, expecting it all to overflow and leak out onto the bed sheets.
>And you don’t care the slightest bit.
>You even WANT it to get everywhere.
>The load continuously shoots into Sunset Shimmer; you hold her close with her lips sealed onto yours.
>The two of you remain petrified in the combined orgasm.
>Letting out the quietest groans of devotedly ecstatic strain.
>Still as stone in that same embrace for what you wish more than anything else could last forever.
>And it does, because the universe apparently ceases to exist. >>28269028
>…
>Wake up.
>Knees week, arms are heavy, palms sweaty and bed sheets thick with cum.
>It was all a dream.
>…
>Later that day.
>Hear a knock on the door to your apartment.
>Answer it, since you already showered and cleaned yourself up anyway.
>It’s Sunset.
>She’s holding a bouquet of lilies.
>”Can I ask you someth-”
“No.” You slam the door in her face.
End.
 
COGNITIVE DISSONANCE:
>”We were just on our way back up.” Indigo lies, already heading back towards the stairs.
>Trixie stands there with a look that the other two would have wished was nothing more than just confusion.
>Sugarcoat watches Indigo rush right past Trixie, as though she were concerned that the girl might have lashed out at her as she went by. Trixie stares down at Sugarcoat without saying a word, expecting her to do the same.
>”Trixie sees that you managed to get the rest of the arrow heads out of the fence.” Trixie begins her way down the stairs.
>Where the hell did Indigo Zap just go?
>Was that the front door slamming shut?
>”Yes, we wanted to take a look at them.” Sugarcoat answers.
>Trixie raises an eyebrow at her stepsister.
>Sugarcoat isn’t going to hesitate to answer honestly if asked, and Trixie knows this. There’s no need for an interrogation.
>”Why did you want to look at the arrows Trixie shot yesterday?” She leans forward towards Sugarcoat. “Did you think she cheated somehow?”
>”Yes.” Sugarcoat answers not even two seconds later. “There is no way you legitimately did that.”
>Trixie’s infamous grin returns. “Sounds like someone’s a little jealous.” The girl slyly comments.
>”It’s impossible for me to be jealous of a cheater.” Sugarcoat isn’t fazed… again.
>”Oh, right! Trixie should know your methods by now.” Trixie turns around and starts to pace around the basement. “Just keep implying, implying, implying…”
>Sugarcoat silently sighs.
>”And if you act hard enough, maybe… just maybe the other one will crack under the pressure. Because you have literally NO defense for your argument.” Trixie spins around and menacingly steps in the direction of Sugarcoat.
>”My defense is that you claim to have learned how to get four bullseyes in a row in less than a day. Which is literally humanly impossible. It’s more like four bullshits in a row.”
>”Very clever play on words, dear sister!” Trixie mocks, pointing her nose towards the ceiling. “Really shows how unbiased you AREN’T anymore. Trixie feels as though she struck a nerve.”
>”I bet you feel as though you struck a legitimate bullseye as well.”
>”Don’t you mean struck a legitimate bullshit? If you’re going to be mad at Trixie, stay mad at her the whole conversation and stay consistent with your butthurt insults! Trixie enjoys that.”
>”I’m not angry, I’m annoyed that your head is so far in the clouds. At least I can stay a little relevant to what we’re talking about before stooping to ‘ooooh, she must be angry’.”
>Trixie had snatched the arrowheads up from the work table before Sugarcoat even finished her sentence. “At least Trixie’s head is in the clouds and not up her ass!” She squints at Sugarcoat before stomping back up the stairs.
>Sugarcoat adds one last comment before Trixie starts off to the stairs back up to the bedroom from the kitchen. “That didn’t even make any sense. And I honestly don’t know which place your head is closet to at this point.”
>”You’re sooooooo funny!” Trixie’s voice chimes through the house, more distant with each step she takes.
>Sugarcoat angrily grunts, only now realizing that she shouldn’t have let the other girl get under her skin like that.
>After she makes it back up the stairs, she gets an odd feeling of someone watching her.
>She ignores it until she rounds the corner to go up the second flight of stairs to get to the bedroom.
>”And another thing!” Trixie’s sudden voice startles Sugarcoat. “Don’t… touch… Trixie’s arrows… again.”
>Sugarcoat feels her heart beating in her ears, noticing through the kitchen window that the arrows are back to being stacked on top of one another on the side of the fence.
>”They’re my arrows. And don’t startle me like that again.” Sugarcoat responds.
>”They’re Trixie’s now. It’s not like you’re ever going to shoot them again.” Trixie looks out the window as well. “And Trixie wants them to stay the way she left them. Forever.”
>She seems REALLY uptight about this.
>Sugarcoat starts to answer, but she notices Trixie already turning around and walking away, not even paying attention.
>It’s really awkward staying in the room together the following night.
>…
>Sugarcoat can’t figure out what to do.
>There is absolutely no proof whatsoever that Trixie had been cheating, to any extent.
>She had gone back to the fence when Trixie wasn’t around. It was only a five minute or so window while Trixie was in the shower, but it was enough time to tell that the arrows were legitimately shot and not tampered with.
>Sugarcoat has known these arrows for years; she’d be able to figure out if there were something different about them.
>No magnets in the fence, the shafts or the heads. No funny business.
>And five minutes is a surprisingly long time to spend analyzing a shish kebab of metal arrow heads and the fence they protrude from. There wasn’t much to look over.
>…
>The day of the talent show finally comes.
>It has been less than a week since Trixie started showing off her card tricks and whatnot to Sugarcoat.
>And Sugarcoat would have been confident that there was no way for Trixie to have learnt it in a few days if it weren’t for the fact that she apparently took up archery to a level of mastery in less than one day.
>No matter what, it still doesn’t make logical sense.
>”So what do we do?” Indigo sits next to Sugarcoat at lunch. “The thing’s tonight, is it?”
>”Yeah, but I’m starting to question whether or not I should care.” Sugarcoat responds.
>”Are you kidding me?! You’re not seriously going to let someone get away with cheating in a competition, are you? Think about all of the other people who worked hard on their acts!”
>Sugarcoat shakes her head. “I shouldn’t be hell-bent on exposing whatever Trixie’s doing. It’s not worth it. The best we can do is report her or something.”
>”Right, like a report from ANOTHER SCHOOL is going to have any effect… would it?”
>”I believe it doesn’t. But in any case, it’s not worth it.” Sugarcoat sips the rest of her chocolate milk and stands up to leave.
>…
>Canterlot High.
>The night of the talent show.
>The audience collectively murmurs in anticipation for the show.
>The lights dim as the performances are about to start. Principal Celestia walks out onto the stage.
>In one of the back rows, the shadowbolt five sit after hastily picking up some last minute tickets.
>"I reeeeeealy don't know what we're doing here." Sour Sweet looks back at the door, imagining stepping through it.
>"You can thank Indy for that. This was her idea." Sugarcoat comments.
>Indigo only squints her eyes at the stage.
>"How are we supposed to stop her if we're just sitting here in the audience where everyone can see us?" Sunny Flare criticizes. "There's pretty much nothing left we can do anyway!"
>"Maybe we should go afterward to tell the judges that Trixie may have cheated on her act. But we'd need evidence, though." Sour Sweet suggests.
>"Doubt it." Indigo keeps her eyes glued on the curtains as they open.
>The other girls question whether or not she's been taking this too seriously, with the exception of Lemon Zest who isn't even paying attention to anything except for her music.
>"And now for out first act, Trixie Lulamoon!" Celestia steps to the side as Trixie appears into view.
>"Rainbow! Clap!" Twilight nudges her friend with her elbow as she sees Trixie appear.
>"But we're not even in the audience!" Dash protests. "And we have to go next anyway!"
>"Please. Just this once. This might mean more to Trixie than we can comprehend."
>The music begins to play as Trixie stands alone at center stage.
>Her eyes filled with ambition.
>"Greeting, ladies and gentlemen! The Great and Powerful Trixie is more than thrilled to see you all here tonight!" She proudly blares.
>They all clap encouragingly.
>The curtains finish opening to reveal what Trixie's act is going to be.
>It takes Sugarcoat and the rest of the group to decipher what that deck of cards is doing taped onto a bullseye.
>"So... Trixie heard you want to see talent tonight." She begins. "Do you like card tricks?"
>The audience replies with a resounding yes.
>"Do you like archery?"
>They cheer this time, mixing countless "yes"'s in.
>Trixie pulls out an excessively shiny object with multiple parts and extremities.
>This bow must have cost at least a few hundred dollars.
>"How would you like too what what Trixie can do when she combines both of these acts into one..." She pauses. "After only having practiced it for one night."
>The audience nervously cheers.
>"Trixie is sure that at least half of you have seen Trixie's routine she was going to use to kick off this talent show with a bang!"
>The ones in the audience who have seen Trixie practicing start to make some noise. There are more of them in the audience tonight than Sugarcoat had expected.
>"Well how about Trixie shows you all her brand new act through actions instead of words?"
>The crowd continues to encourage her through cheers.
>Indigo Zap stares at the girl, watching for any suspicious movements.
>"Who wants to pick a card?" Is the only thing Trixie needs to say for the audience to go wild with tidal waves of responses.
>Indigo Zap tries to think of a way to get Trixie's attention so she can pick the least likely card possible. But she then remembers that magicians usually go for those types of cards anyway.
>The card chosen is a seven of spades.
>Trixie removes the deck of cards from the target and shuffles it for a good minute.
>She re-tapes it to the bullseye, pulling one of the metal arrows out of her quiver.
>"BEHOLD!" She trumpets as she pulls the arrow back.
>The audience winces in anticipation, already having second thoughts about this.
>Trixie fires the arrow, aiming directly for that bullseye she has not fully become familiar with thus far.
>It ricochets off of the edge of the cards, being completely different that the other arrows that Trixie is used to firing. She never even fired any of these heavier metal arrows until now.
>She never thought to see how it felt until this very moment.
>The arrow goes careening into the audience, soon deflecting off of a flask of alcohol and zooming right back at the target. But misses.
>It starts bouncing off of multiple stage lights, eventually flying in at the same angle from the beginning, after going right over a ducking Trixie.
>The girl didn't even realize how far she pulled the damn thing back, let alone how much momentum the arrow would have.
>The razor sharp head barely sinks into the deck enough to stay sticking out.
>Without thinking, Trixie knows the show must go on... and fires another arrow.
>She loses all care for everything else, aiming directly at the butt of the previous arrow.
>This time, the shaft does not split in two, but vibrates as the head lightly stabs the but with enough force to start a long chair of arrows.
>Trixie repeats this until there are six total arrows sticking out at least five feet from the target, all connected head to butt.
>The combined force from the blows jutted the head of the first arrow about 2/3 of the way into the deck of cards.
>Needless to say, the audience was stunned.
>After the longest awkward silence, Trixie stumbles over to the train of arrows, the most confused person in the room.
>"Th-the... first c-c-card that th-the arrow d-didn't go through..." She stutters, wondering if she is really still alive. "W-will be... the s-s-s-seven of s-spades..."
>Pulls the deck of cards off of the target and separates the pierced portion from the intact.
>Turns the innermost card of the pierced portion to face the audience.
>It's a seven of fucking spades.
>"S-see?"
>Trixie lets the cards slowly fall from her hand, revealing that they are all different from one another. The other 2/3 of the deck can clearly be seen having been pierced with the hole in the middle.
>The seven of spades was the first cart to have not been pierced.
>The crowd goes WILD.