I'd be shocked if there's any fetishes Moonie's degenerate ass doesn't have, desu>>33985989>And that is how you ended up holding hands with Sunset Shimmer>Actually *holding hands* with the same Sunset who rescued you from a life of anonymity>The Sunset who forgave everything you did to her, who helped you get you back on your feet again>The Sunset who, after everything, still smiles when she sees you>Your palm is, of course, horribly sweaty>But so is hers!>"You doing okay?" Sunset asks
"Me? Oh, yeah. I'm fine!">"Just sounded like you were talking under breath a little.">The two of you have reached the main mob in front of the stage>At the edge of the mob, Sunset gently wraps her hands around your wrists, and starts to move the two of you in a slow, bobbing circle>"You seem kinda stressed. Everything alright?"
"So good. So, so good..." you say, caught up by the throbbing music and the calm, simple dance Sunset is leading you through>Sunset lets out a brief giggle>"Oh man, you're really bad at hiding it."
"H-hiding what? I'm not hiding anything!">"Relax! It's totally cool. I mean, it's a festival. It happens to everyone."
"I guess. It's just so embarrassing.">"Hey, it's a festival. Anything goes here. If you're feeling comfortable with it, I'm not gonna complain."
"R-really? You're not weirded out?">"Not at all. I'm just happy you're able to be yourself. You're really turned yourself around, Wallflower. It's really great to see you like this, even if you needed drugs to do it."
"Oh god, I love you t-- wait, drugs?"