Electric Boogaloo
"Has it really been over three years since we first met?" Raven asked, as she and Gem got ready for that night's "triple date" between the two of them, Carrie and Adagio, and Twilight and Emerald.
Gem nodded as she worked on applying foundation to her face. “Amazing how much things have changed since then, isn’t it?” The dress in question was one of Raven's purple and black affairs, with the red gem pendant the Dazzlings had given her for her last birthday, while Raven was to wear one of Gem's navy blue ones.
Raven nodded, "Now we're engaged, instead of just dating," she pointed out, placing a kiss on her girlfriend's nose. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Gemmy. I love you."
"And I love you, my beautiful bird," Gem replied, nuzzling Raven's cheek. The two girls worked for a while longer, until finally Raven picked up her phone. "Shall we call our limo?"
"Let's do!" Gem said brightly, using her magic to dry her just-applied nail polish. Raven nodded and made the call.
A short while later, the limousine pulled up in front of Sunset's house. Adagio was standing on the front porch, her arm around Carrie's. Dagi had on a golden dress littered with purple music notes while Carrie's dress was covered in mechanical shapes.
"Evening, cousin," Carrie said with a smile, as she slid in beside Gem in the back seat. "You're looking gorgeous this evening! We could be twins!"
"Just about," Gem agreed with a laugh. "How are things back in Trottingham?"
Carrie sighed. "Stuffy and boring as usual. I'll be really glad when you make your debut later, it'll give them something to talk about besides how much money they have."
"I'm looking forward to it too," Gem agreed. "Stuffing myself into my old clothes was terribly uncomfortable." She preferred to ignore that aspect of her birthday weekend.
Adagio smiled at Gem and patted her hand lightly. "Fear not, dear girl. All will be well!"
"I believe you sis," Gem said, smiling back.
Carrie looked surprised. "Sis?! Dagi is your sister now?"
Adagio nodded, "In a manner of speaking, yes. I told her once that I felt a kinship toward her, so much so that for her last birthday, I gave her the pendant you see around her neck, to symbolise that closeness. She is an honorary Dazzling now."
"How adorable!" Carrie gushed, kissing Adagio's cheek.
An hour or so later, the limo pulled up in front of Twilight's house, where Twilight and Emerald were waiting.
“Oh my, you all look stunning!” Twilight said, entering the back of the limousine. “Your dresses are simply fantastic, and you all look so beautiful!”
“Oh, definitely,” said Emerald, entering as the driver closed the door behind them.
'You two look fabulous, too,” Carrie remarked, looking over Twilight's purple dress with lavender accents and Emerald's dress worn with a darker green open blazer. The limousine turned back onto the street.
“So, where are we all heading tonight?” Twilight asked.
"Le Cheval Magique," Gem says happily. "It's the best French restaurant in town, and as you might imagine, rather expensive. But don't worry, I'm footing the bill." She smiles and leans back in her seat, hands folded in her lap.
"I only hope the weather holds up," Raven says, checking her phone. "They're forecasting snow for tonight."
Gem pats Raven's hand. “I think we'll be fine, dear,” she says as the long car makes its way down the road, the sun setting into high clouds behind them.
Twenty minutes had passed, and after downing one bottle of sparkling white grape juice in between conversations, the limo pulled up in front of the restaurant. As the girls disembarked, the driver handed Gem a business card and instructed her to call when they were ready for pickup. The six made their way inside and were shown to their table.
“I don't think I've ever been to this place,” Twilight said, marveling at the dark-wood interior in the subtle lighting. 'This place just screams 'old money' and business deals.” Emerald nodded in agreement as tuxedo-clad waiters moved between tables, while one pushed a gueridon loaded with goodies and a small Sterno stove to one waiting table. Emmy nudged Twilight, and she and the rest turned their attention as the waiter poured an amber liquid into a very hot pan, and with a flick of a lighter, quickly ignited the vapors. They ooh'ed as the table applauded, and the waiter served sliced caramelized bananas over pound cake and ice cream.
Another waiter came to seat them, and the six were taken to a booth in the corner. Befitting the holiday, the table was candlelit, with a vase of flowers in the center. Gem sat across from Raven, Emerald sat across from Twilight, and Sunset sat across from Carrie. Then they are given menus.
Gem runs her finger down the page, looking thoughtful. "The croque monsieur looks good," she says. "Perhaps a glass of wine to go with it?"
“Sounds lovely,” Raven said, scanning her menu. “ooh, I believe I'll have the coquilles saint-jacques tonight.
Carrie, who had raised an eyebrow at her cousin's dinner selection, shrugged and scanned. “I think just a poulet roti tonight,” she said, and Adagio nodded. “Chicken sounds good,' Adagio said, “but I'll go with poulet basquaise. Haven't had that in ages. Literally.”
Twilight and Emerald looked lost. “It all looks tempting .. and French,” Twilight said, eyeing the menu as if it were written in cuneiform.
"Parlay voo francy?" Emerald tries, before giving up. "I'll have the Caesar salad," she decides, finding something written in English and sighing in relief. "How about you, Sparks?"
Carrie leaned in and patted Twi's shoulder. “Don't let the French fool you. Here,” she said pointing, “have the steak frites, nice and simple.”
Twilight sighed, and smiled. “Thanks.”
The waiter came, and took their orders, offering suggestions for side dishes as he went. Once the orders were collected, he went to the back.
Carrie sipped her water. “So, why the long wait to do this again, cousin?” she asked.
Gem shrugged. "Putting plenty of space between then and now, I suppose," she said as she sipped her own water. "Or happenstance. One of the two."
Raven chuckles, "Last year we spent the evening on the couch, pigging out on chocolate and candy hearts while watching romantic comedies."
“That actually sounds somewhat romantic,” Emerald said, “just enjoying time with the one you love.”
“As opposed to last year?” Twilight said, a slight teasing tone in her voice.
“That was your fault,” Emerald replied with a grin, “thanks to all that 'research' you were doing. I still made it up to you the next night, when you came home, remember?”
“Yes, you did,” Twilight said softly, kissing Emmy's cheek.
“Hey, research is important,” Carrie said defensively. “And sometimes, you cannot just stop in the middle of an experiment. Like the time I was conducting elasticity studies on common field mice.”
Gem sighs, "Caaaaarrie, I thought we agreed not to bring that up!" At Adagio's and Twilight's perplexed looks, she explains. "She gave them a serum that turned them into living rubber mice. Really stretchy rubber mice."
“Well, you've seen how mice can stretch naturally to almost twice their body length ... well, I wanted to see if I could go beyond that. I still remember being outside that spring day because Your Mother,” she said looking pointedly at Gem, “was still mad about the Ming vase incident. It's not like she had dozens of them anyway. So, I had one of the mice and I was pulling him back along a yardstick to get a good reading, when a car backfire startled me and I let go.” Carrie sighed. “I have no idea how far Mister Squeakers traveled, or even where he landed. He might have gone close to a mile if the wind caught him right.”
"We never saw him again after that," Gem says. "And yes, she was mad about the Ming vase incident... you would be too if it had suddenly sprouted legs and walked off on its own before being hit by an SUV."
The waiter picks that moment to arrive with their food, and asks in a confused voice, "Is everything alright, mademoiselles?"
“Oh yes, everything's fine,” Adagio said with a smile. “Just girl talk.”
The waiter nodded as he set the dishes in front of the girls: For Twilight, a lovely sirloin steak with a mountain of crispy French fries; Emerald received her Caesar salad with dressing prepared tableside; Carrie had a simple roasted chicken with a side of green beans with almonds; Adagio's chicken in a light tomato sauce came with a side of fluffy rice pilaf; Raven received a lovely plate of sea scallops in a light Champagne sauce, served with a creamy potato and cheese side dish; and Gem's plate contained a ham sandwich on sweet Brioche bread, topped with Gruyere cheese and baked in the oven, also with French fries. “Bon appetit!” the waiter declared before returning to the kitchen area.
Gem takes a moment to inhale the scent of her meal, breathing gently through her nose and then out again. "Mmmm... I do believe this will be delicious," she says, taking a sip of her wine and then starting in on her food.
Emerald happily digs into her salad, and after a few bites, comments "You know, with three scientists in this friend group... Carrie, Sunny and Sparks here are going to Manehattan for college after we all graduate. Want to join us?"
“I don't know,” Raven said in between bites of scallop, “Manehattan left a very bad taste in my mouth the last time I was there. Although, it would be good to see Mom again, and Corvus has a job offer from a nuclear medicine lab out that way.”
“Well, just remember that this time you wouldn't be under the influence of an evil magician,” Carrie reminded Raven. “How about you, cousin?”
"Of course I'm going!" Gem says, as if she had just been asked if two and two made four. "And yes, Carrie is right. No evil magicians this time, love. Just you, me, and an apartment full of the best friends either of us have ever had. What could possibly go wrong?" At that moment, the electricity went out.
“You just had to say that, didn't you...” Adagio said dryly.
The candles on the tables creates an eerie tableau of flickering shapes. Some of the more amorous types began to cuddle. Soft giggles could be heard through the dining room along with the clinking of silverware on plates.
Emerald took that moment to sneak a kiss onto Twilight's lips, who made a started sound before giggling and kissing back.
"There are some sentences I should just stay away from," concedes Gem, as Raven playfully taps her nose and then kisses her on the lips.
Carrie, meanwhile, entwines her fingers with Adagio's, and kisses her on the cheek.
"You don't need any spells to ensnare me," she says. "I'm already all yours!"
“And I'm glad for that,” Adagio said, kissing Carrie's hand. “You may inspire my greatest love song yet.”
The chatter, dining, and occasional canoodling continued, and eventually the power was restored, eliciting a few sad “awwwwwww”s from the other diners.
Finally, the last of the dinner dishes were cleared away, and the group sat around the table, finishing drinks and still sneaking little kisses and snuggles here and there.
Gem had quite a bit of wine by now, and was understandably feeling slightly buzzed. "A lovely meal, don't you think?" she said to Raven, peppering her beloved's cheek and jaw with kisses.
Carrie giggled, "Never thought I'd see the day Miss Prim and Proper Noble Girl over there get sloshed. Ish."
Emerald smirks. "After this we could all go and get more than sloshed, if you catch my drift."
Twilight giggles and blushes bright pink, "Emmy, you're such an animal sometimes!"
“So,” Adagio said after nibbling lightly at Carrie's ear, “are we going to do anything else as a group tonight, or are going to go our separate ways and perhaps perform the dans le amour with our special someones?”
"I think the dans le amour sounds like a splendid idea," Raven says, wrapping her arm around Gem. Similar statements come from the other members of the group.
Gem smiles, "Well, I for one am glad you all were able to join us tonight," she says. "We should do this again next year!"
A waiter arrives, wheeling a cart with six parfait glasses, each one filled with a silky chocolate mousse. “Compliments of a Monsieur Longhaul, who send his regrets at not being able to be your chauffeur this evening.” He places the mousse in front of each of the diners, then sets out a small cordial glass of a dark-purple liquid. “Complimentary Chambord as well. Please, enjoy!” The waiter quickly makes his way away from the table.
Twilight took a bite of mousse, and her face dissolved into an expression of pure chocolate bliss. She immediately took a sip of the Chambord. “Ooooooh, raspberry flavor! And goes so well with the chocolate!”
"It certainly does," purrs Adagio, as she too took a bite and a sip of her portions. "A spell all of its own!"
Gem makes a happy noise as she begins with her portion. "I will have to thank him immensely for this... what a wonderful way to spend Valentine's Day!"
“And, as for doing this next year,” Emerald says, after recovering from the pure pleasure of her taste of dessert, “since we'll all be in Manehattan, it shouldn't be too much of a problem. And there's tons more restaurants to look at up there as well.” The group talked excitedly as they consumed their tasty treats.
Gem called to summon the limo, and as the group headed outside to wait, snowflakes began to gently drift down from the sky. One landed on Gem's nose.
"Mine," Raven says, licking it off with her tongue and giggling profusely.
"I made it snow in June once," Carrie says to Adagio. "Well, okay, I created a blizzard that changed Trottingham's climate for about six months."
Twilight looked stunned at Carrie's revelation, while Gem just rolled her eyes. “How did you manage that?” Twilight asked.
“It was a hot summer, and I was basically thinking about how we can air-condition our homes but not the outside, and I hit upon an idea of creating an air-transport conductor that would take the cooler air from the southern hemisphere and pipe it up here in the summer to modify temperatures.” Carrie studies the falling snowflakes. “The resulting blizzard and deep freeze almost ruined the farming industry until I was able to modify some greenhouse vegetables to provide what the farmers were losing through quick regeneration and multiple fruiting cycles.” Carrie sighs. “Seems I tapped into a supercold polar air mass instead of a more moderate one, took six months to finally warm the upper atmosphere.”
"And then she learned never to do it again," Gem finishes, sighing at her cousin's antics. "She's the mad scientist in the family, sometimes... On one occasion, I broke her chemistry set by accident and she fused me with a raccoon for revenge. For about two weeks I had a tail, a thin coating of fur, and paws. Oh, and a desire to root around in people's trash cans." The limo pulls up finally as everybody climbs in, one after the other.
“And you never looked cuter or fluffier since,” Carrie teased. The limo pulled away from the restaurant and headed down the street. Stopping first at Twilight's, Emerald and Twilight hugged everyone goodbye. “Thank you for the lovely dinner, Gem!” Twilight said happily. “See you in school Monday!” The two shared an embrace after exiting the limo, walking together up the whitening walkway as the limo continued on.
Adagio and Carrie were dropped off next. Carrie gives her cousin a hug, "See you around, cousin," she says.
"Until next time, Carrie dear," Gem says, waving. "And I'll see you Monday, Adagio.”
Adagio grins. "Count on it, sis." The two walked hand in hand into Sunset's house.
The limo dropped Gem and Raven off last, and the driver collected his payment (with a generous tip given the weather) and went off into the night. Stepping into the warmth of the house, Gem pecked Raven's cheek. "How about we get into something a little more comfortable, my love?"
“Sounds like a perfect idea,” Raven purred as the two went upstairs to change.
Gem wiped her face of makeup and put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, even going so far as to relieve herself of her bra. Coming back down, she flicked on the TV and channel-surfed while she waited for Raven.
Raven came down wearing a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, with slipper-socks on her feet. She sat and snuggled close to Gem. “Find anything good on yet?” she asked.
"Nothing really," Gem sighed, wrapping an arm around her beloved and handing the remote over, "Just weather reports... debating politicians, reruns of sitcoms... a children's cartoon about multicolored goats... maybe you'll have better luck."
“Hey, My Little Nannies is a great show!” Raven protested. “You should watch it sometime, I'm sure you'll be hooked on it in ten seconds flat.” She flipped through the channels a few more times before shutting the TV off. “You know, I'm perfectly fine just snuggling her like this,” she said, “just you and me, nothing to do, nowhere to go, watching the snow pile up ...”
Gem nodded, wrapping her arms around the girl and kissing her cheek, "I've always liked snow," she says. "Ever since I was little. I used to go out and make snow angels, snow-people, snow forts...and now I have this." She kisses Raven again, on the lips this time, deeply and passionately.
"What do you suppose would happen if we ponied up while making love?" Gem pondered, as she and Raven continued sitting on the couch. "Would we gain extra stamina?"
“Interesting idea, lover,” Raven said, walking her fingers along Gem's chest. “How interested are you in putting that theory to the test?”
"Incredibly so," Gem says, focusing on how happy and warm the girl in her arms made her feel. On cue, pony ears poke through her hair, which lengthens out to resemble a tail. She locks Raven into a passionate kiss, laced with magic.
Cuddling close, tails entwined, Raven and Gem lay together, Gem caressing Raven's back gently. “That was the most intense I have ever felt our lovemaking to be,” Raven sighed. She yawned. “I don't know if it's dinner, this, or a combination, but I'm about ready for sleep.”
"Me too," Gem says, nuzzling Raven and giggling as their ears touched. "Goodnight, little pony." The two fell asleep like that, equine traces and all.
Across town, Emerald was lying on her bed in just a bra and panties, watching Twilight with heavily- lidded eyes. "How much longer until you stop staring at that petri dish and start staring at the cute girl with the big boobs?" she asks teasingly, sticking her tongue out.
“One more minute,” Twilight said, scribbling in her notebook. Finished, she closed the book and turned her attention to Emerald. “Observation is very important to ascertain reactions to certain things.” She slowly slipped out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. “Notice how the subject's heart rate has just accelerated, and respirations have increased,” she said playfully, bending low to remove her shoes, giving Emerald a good look at her cleavage. “Pupil dilation indicates increased interest in visual stimuli,” she purred, climbing onto the bed over Emerald, and kissing her full on the lips. “Now, for Phase Two ...” she breathed, locking Emerald in a passionate kiss.
"Oh, you are such a scientist," Emerald laughed, kissing deeply back while running her fingers through Twilight's hair, once she loosened the bun, that is, and let it fall naturally down. Her own curls bounced slightly as she moved.
Twilight wrapped her hands behind Emerald's back and deftly unhooked her bra. “Science can be fun, too, you know,” she giggled. “Now ... how about we see what happens when direct stimulation is applied to the breast area?”
Emerald smiled. “Your pupil awaits…” As her bra is removed, Emerald's breasts jiggle slightly. And they are indeed quite large, about as big as Gem's. "So, stimulation? Are you going to drink from me like a calf drinks from the mother cow?"
Twilight bit her lip and looked thoughtful. “I believe I will try that,” she said, lowering her head, her hot breath washing over Emerald's already stiffening nipples, “ and if I don't get results, well ... I guess I'll have to keep trying.”
Emerald meanwhile was happily enjoying the sensation of Twilight drinking her breast milk. She moans joyfully, suddenly very glad for the silencing spell on her room. After a while though, both girls lay next to each other on the bed, Emerald holding Twilight close, as the two fell into blissful slumber.
Carrie and Adagio were in Adagio’s room, laying on the bed. They were both under the covers, nude, cuddling each other closely. Both of them had flushed faces and were trying to control their breathing. “For the first time in a long while, I'm at a loss for words,” Carrie said, cuddling close to Adagio.
“Sometimes, living a long life can have its benefits,” Adagio said, kissing Carrie tenderly on her forehead. “I'm guessing you enjoyed that?”
"It was truly mesmerizing," Carrie gasped, returning the kiss. "Oh Dagi... I figured you had some moves, but these... did you pick them up from your days in the sea, or from centuries of practice?"
“Let's just say that, when they wrote the Kama Sutra, I might have given them a few pointers,” Adagio cooed, running her fingers gently along Carrie's curves. “Ready for round two?”
Carrie only responded with a deep, soulful kiss.
Sunset, Sonata, and Aria sat in Sunset's room, at a small card table. Piles of Skittles were distributed between them, Aria having the largest pile. Sunset perked an ear and grimaced. “Oh great, they're at it again,” she said wearily. “Just how much stamina does a siren have, anyway?”
“With Dagi, her partner will collapse before she will,” Sonata replied, stuffing a handful of taco- seasoned potato chips into her mouth.
Sunset dropped her head.
“Relax, Sunny,” Aria said, shuffling the cards. “From the sounds of it, it shouldn't be more than a couple of hours before Carrie's snoring away. Now then ... “ Aria began to deal. “Five card draw, jacks or better to open, two Skittles to ante, five to bet.”
Sure enough, two hours later Carrie collapses on the pillows, drained. "I can't go on," she manages. "Was fun though..." Her eyelids were starting to droop.
Adagio snuggled close to Carrie, who let out a happy moan at the contact. “Sleep well, mon petit amour,” Adagio whispered before closing her eyes.