Her Starry Sky

Bright sunlight slowly leaks into your room as Celestia raises her sun with the start of a brand new day in lovely Equestria. from the shelter under your covers you could care less because all this damn light was doing was waking you up from the sweet bliss of dreaming. Worse off, you don't even remember what the dream was about. Was it Pink Fluffy Unicorns dancing on Rainbows? Maybe it's a good thing I got up One thing you learned was when you started having those weird dreams something big was going to happen. Removing the blankets you are instantly blinded and shield your eyes from the sun rays piercing through your window. You always preferred the night to the day anyway, you never figured out why, you just did. Daytime meant people were awake, and with your experience with people, they either wanted . Groaning in discontent, you pull the blankets up to your eyes and turn away from the window to try and block the accursed light from waking you. You fight a losing battle however. Letting out a heavy sigh, you open your sleep-filled eyes and quickly close them again because of the light. Of all the directions they could have built the master bedroom, it was built on the east side... you complain in your mind.

Sleep having fully left you but consciousness, no small part thanks to the sun that fried your eyes, you sit up hearing your back pop and crack in three places. Groaning, you slide into your affectionately named "Lazy Day" slippers and stand up ready to face the day. You yawn and stretch your arms, feeling and hearing a few more pops in your shoulder while doing so. With a shuffle reminiscent a zombie you saw in a movie once, you head for the stairs down to the kitchen where the grandest. holiest, electronic creations resided, and it wasn't the computer either! It was the coffee maker. Already you could smell the brew in your nostrils when you glance at the front door, noticing a small pile of mail has accumulated. Looking at the clock, you notice its 11:48 a.m. Why the hell was the sun waking you up at this hour?! Holy crap, Pinkie really knows how to throw a party... Last night (or was it this morning?) Pinkie had an anniversary party to celebrate the end of your first year in Ponyville and mark the beginning of your second you'll never know. But who were you to turn down a opportunity to go to a Pinkie Pie Party?

Recalling the party made you think back on when you first moved here to Ponyville. Despite loving the place to death you were sad to say you were never born here. You were, in fact, born in the city Las Pegasus to your mother, who was a stay-at-home mom and your father, a CEO of a large company. Even with a stay-at-home mom like you her, she always seemed busy once you started going to school, then eventually took a job at a bank and never seemed to be around. Your dad was always at work or somewhere work related, you were lucky if he made it home for holidays. It was lonely in the big mansion that you called home, with no siblings to speak of and no friends. Often you wondered aimlessly, not paying attention as to where you walked in the mansion or its grounds, just letting your thoughts and imagination fill the void that friends would. By the time you were 10 you knew the place better than the guy who originally built it. sure became useful for hiding at bed time.

Once you were in 6th grade, that's when it all changed. Your parents had you transferred you to a different private school, with dorms located on the campus. When you learned that you were going to be living at a school, which was already bad enough, and not at home with your parents, limited as their time there was, you openly refused to go. It was crazy, you weren't about to leave home and your parents behind for some school. Of course they explained that they would visit as often as they could, and always on your birthday, but they wanted what was best for you. To this day you still believed that was a lie. The school they sent you to was very prestigious with excellent academic courses, but the main reason wasn't because of that. They were sending you there simple to make some friends. As it soon turned out, you just weren't very good at making friends. It wasn't for a lack of trying on your part. You said hi to people and introduced yourself and attended school events like sports games and dances, but it seemed people just didn't have any interest in you. You didn't know why, but it always happened. Well, not always. Your first-ever real friend was your dorm mate, a Cello player by the name of Octavia Melody. You two never knew what it was that helped the friendship last between you two, but you were, and still are, glad it did. Maybe it was because you two always saw each other, maybe she was like you when it came to socializing. In fact, she was worse. You remember when she lost a musical competition you had to drag her out of the room because she refused to come out. Same time you gave her the hope to rise out of the ashes and win the schools talent show. That was something you were damn proud of.

With all good things though, it soon came to a end. After graduating from school with honors and among the top of your class, you went to college to try and get a degree in business like you father. But that idea quickly died for college just wasn't something you wanted to do at all. After the first year you dropped out and decided to get a change of scenery. After talking it over with your parents, who weren't too pleased with your drop out idea, you decided to move to Ponyville and find a job somewhere in town. Your parents agreed and with their help you managed to settle in a house with enough funds from college to last you at least two years so you wouldn't have to worry about money while you searched for a job. Eventually you settled into a job working as a security guard at the local hospital. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it paid the bills.

And that brings you to now, today, the beginning of your second year here. It's really been a year already... You think as you thumb through your mail. Most of it is bills, and some of it doesn't even belong to you. You didn't mind, this had been common ever since you moved here. You'll admit, you did get mad the first couple times and even went as far as to yell at her after the 5th time. She didn't take it very well, you actually sent her off running and crying back to the mail office. You felt so bad you made your way to the office, managed to take a half-missed slap like a pro, and became friends with the cross-eyed mail girl ever since. This time you got mail for the Mayor, the beauty shop, and Rainbow Dash's subscription to Vogue? I'm going to have to give this to her later.

Setting that down, it was back to the mail for today... bill... another bill... letter from Octavia... magazine subscription... wait, what? You drop all but the letter on the kitchen table and simply stare at the letter from Octavia. A letter from your longest known friend, one you hadn't had contact with after graduation, was right in your hand. As you recall, she went off to a music college in Canterlot to further her career with her cello and music. You were proud of her skill with her cello, bragging about it every time it came up in conversation. To this day it was like nothing you ever heard before, and as far as you were going to be concerned: since. But often you missed her company, she was your first friend, after all. You open the letter slowly, as though something was going to jump out and kill you. Taking out the letter, it was a simple white paper folded twice to fit in the envelope. Of course the style was her's alright, very profound, flowery, defined, and elegant. Took you all those years to learn how to read it, eventually becoming a translator for it. You take a breath and begin reading the letter aloud in a imitation of her voice.

Dear Gray Flames,

How are you doing? It certainly has been a while, hasn't it? I'd like you to know that I have graduated and joined the Royal Orchestra. It's a dream come true! You know how much I always talked about joining them! How about you? How has the job search been in Ponyville? Not bad, could do better I hope it's going well, I know college wasn't your forte. Have you meet anyone... special? I actually have. She's... interesting. Wait she? That... explains a good deal, actually. Her name is Vinyl Scratch. She's a DJ, of all things. Never thought I would go for someone who likes that scene, did you? After that last sentence... still no. We met after one of one of my performances. We were talking at the bar, one thing lead to another, and we went back to my place to... get to know each other better. Octavia, you sly dog you. I know that may come as a shock, but I really like her. She might be the one. Wow, you're pretty head-over-heels for her, aren't you Tavi? Anyway, I'm writing to let you know that I thought we could spend some time together again, and you could meet Vinyl. So, we're coming down to Ponyville!

See you soon, Octavia

That letter was... eye opening, to say the least. While you always had your suspicions, you were never which way she swung. Guess that was why they put her with a male. Guess you knew now. Getting over your slight shock you were elated that Octavia was coming to visit! It had been... one? two? three years since you saw her last. And to be totally Guess she had her reasons and you decided it best to forgive her for it. Not like you caused her some grief back in school. I still say the pineapples weren't my fault Still, it wasn't every day someone graduated from a music college and joined the Royal Canterlot Orchestra! shaking your head you look to the brighter side of the letter knowing she was going to be arriving in Ponyville which probably meant you were going to have to get her a gift or something. No if it was any indication in her letter, it seemed this Vinyl Scratch most likely gave her one hell of a graduation present.

Chuckling at the thought, you went back to the pile o' mail on your table, the rhythmic drips of the coffee maker mixed with its tantalizing scent helping you wake up. Pouring a bowl of Celesti-O's, yes you still buy that brand, you begin humming to the beat of the coffee maker. The crackling of fire adding a funky feel to it. Wait fire!? You look the machine, which was fine, then to mail. Smoke was rising form between it and you dash over to see what the flames were. Bypassing the two bills and magazine subscription you saw already, you were surprised to find another letter, this one from Twilight.

"Spike. Why couldn't she just come over"

You ask to no-one in particular. Tearing open the top, you pull out the letter and begin to read out loud to yourself quietly. This time however, there is no imitation of her voice. "Dear Gray Flames, I have something important that you and I should discuss. Please meet me at Golden Oaks Library as soon as you can. Sincerely, Twilight Sparkle."

Looks like today was going to be full of surprises.

***

After eating your Celesti-O's and finally given coffee, you shower and dress in jeans and a plain green tee-shirt. Checking to see that you smelt presentable and deciding that you were, you make your way for the giant oak tree that Twilight called home. You always wondered how the tree had been transformed into a building without it beginning to rot away, but every time Twilight tried to explain it to you, or anyone for that matter, all she did was give you a headache. You weren't dumb by any means, as your grades proudly reflected, but Twilight had a way of sounding like she was explaining what dark matter is when it came to somewhat simple questions. Often you wondered how Spike managed to live with her.

Walking for only a few more minutes in the sweat inducing heat, the tree became visible just down the road, standing tall and healthy even in the sweltering summer heat. Wiping your sweat, and hair, back off your forehead, you quicken you spread your wings and take off to get to the cool air that Twilight was surely circulating in the tree through her magic spells. Another mystery of that tree she called her home, the tree not only stayed cool in the scorching summer heat but was warm in the freezing winter as well. You and Rainbow Dash once made the mistake of asking how it was able to perform such incredible temperature control; that headache went away after three days and Dash was in a coma for a week!

I told her it was a bad idea to ask

Sighing for your friend you reach the front door, you gave three polite knocks and stood back to await the door to open. There came a click and the squeaking of hinges, but the door didn't move.

"Oops! Hold one!"

It was Spike, not Twilight. He quickly adjusted the door and opened them. Wonder where Twilight is?

"Heya Gray Flames, what are you up to?" Spike asked.

"I got a letter from Twilight this morning saying she had something important to talk about..." You say, curious as to why Twilight hadn't answered the door.

"Hmm... oh yeah! Now I remember! She went to your house this morning to talk to you about it but you were sleeping so she had me write a letter and send it to you with my dragon breath!" Spike explained proudly.

"Oh. Well is she sti- wait, you say you sent it with your fire, right?" You ask.

"Yeah, that's how Twilight and Princess Celestia usually communicate." Spike said.

"So if I, say, had a stack of other mail, it would appear on top of that, right?"

"I guess so... I never really thought about it." Spike said, tapping his chin in thought.

"Then how did it end up in the middle...?" You mumble to yourself.

"Huh? You say something?" Spike asked, no longer pondering his ability to send mail with fire.

"Can I come in? It's really hot out here." You say, deciding to let it drop for now. No more headaches!

"Oh yeah! Sorry about that!" Spike said, backing up and letting you in.

You enter the library and relish in the light cool breeze that blows past when the door closes. Looking around, you notice the library is clean and organized, a nice change of pace from your last visit. Last time there had been books stacked so high you couldn't see over them and they made a maze of sorts just to get to the room Twilight had been studying in. To say she looked like she spent a week in the Everfree forest with minimal gear and fighting a Changeling horde would make her look prettier than she did that day. Not that she wasn't attractive, far from it, but she had a tendency to block even basic bodily needs when she was dedicated to studying something with that level of concentration. Her sight still made Rarity faint which was funny.

Speaking of Twilight, where is she? "Hey Spike, is Twilight still here?" You ask.

"Yeah, I think she's in her room. She's probably reading or something boring like that."

Of course"Okay, thanks." You say as you make your way upstairs.

"Good luck getting her to come out, you know how she gets when she reads."

You gulp slightly at the memory. It was the same day you remembered when you first entered today. You had managed to find Twilight after knocking over several towers of books and nearly causing a shelf to fall on you. When you entered and asked her what she was doing, the sight of her that caused Rarity to faint had you screaming like you saw a ghost. Bookworm or not, Twilight was not one to take having her looks insulted like that and she hurled the nearest object she could grab at you, and with damn good accuracy. First few struck your face, arm, stomach, and your balls. That one brought you to your knees in pain. If you hadn't seen her reach for Starswirl the Bearded's Introductory to the Stars and Their Meanings, a several hundred page textbook that was hardback, no less, you would have lost that battle. You had been able to duck under it just in time to have it miss. After that, and taking cover behind a table that was overturned and returning fire, you were able to get her in her right mind.

Of course seeing that you saw her yesterday, and the fact she wanted to see you, meant there was no possibility of her getting into another book fight with you. Making the trek up the stairs and walking down the balcony that lead to her room you could've sworn that you heard noises coming from it that sounded like moans almost, but you shrugged it off as part of your overly-active imagination. You were just about to knock on her door when you heard what sounded like a muffled shriek. You were about to bust down the door in case she was in trouble, but stopped yourself just before you made contact with the door. Calming down and telling yourself that it's all in your head, you raise your hand to knock once more.

Instead, you place your ear to her door to try and develop a clearer understanding of what was transpiring in her room before barging in. For a few tense moments, you don't hear anything, making you question the noises you heard just a moment ago. You were just about to pull back and knock when you heard, for sure, without a doubt, a muffled yell come from her room, specifically her. Now worried that she was in trouble, you grab the door handle and turn it, slightly surprised that it was unlocked and rush into the room, ready to aid Twilight with whatever was troubling her. You only take a few steps before you are frozen in your tracks, your voice caught in your throat.

There, on her bed, was none other than Twilight, with her head buried in her pillow and hand planted in between her raised hips.

Mortified that you had just walked in on Twilight playing with herself, your mind went blank and your muscles froze. The position she was in wasn't helping, either. She was bent over with her face in her pillow to muffle her moans and yells while her legs were on their knees, sticking her amazing ass high in the air with her very excited nether region glistening in the light. In her right hand was a small vibrator, one she was moving in and out of her with surprising speed. The way she was gave you a marvelous view of everything, from her hand moving back and forth to her legs twitching from pleasure. Despite your embarrassment, you could feel yourself grow hard at the sight.

After an unknown amount of time, Twilight quickens her pace on herself and lets out a long, low moan as her hand becomes drenched in her juices and she then collapses on her bed, your wings shooting erect and upright. I just watched Twilight cum... The thought floats around in your head, reverberating in the currently empty space. After a moment, Twilight raises her head and starts to get cleaned up when her eyes lock onto yours. For a painfully embarrassing eternity, the two of you simply stare at one another, you in embarrassment and fear and Twilight in rage, embarrassment, and afterglow. You open your mouth to try to break the suffocating silence that enveloped the room but close it again when you can't think of anything to say. Another tense moment passes and you think of something to say.

"Twilight, I am so, so, sooooo sor-"

Twilight throws the first thing she can grab at you with deadly aim, hitting you in the nose. You close your eyes both in pain and in an attempt to be respectful and stumble backwards out of her room, slamming the door behind you. You lean back against the door and take a few deep breaths, Spike looking at you like you had just lost your mind.

"She didn't wanna be bothered, huh?"

"You... could say that."

"Oh, you have something on your nose, by the way. Is it hot in there or something? It looks like sweat."

You were about to make a witty joke when what Spike said fully set in, causing you to dash into the bathroom and leaving Spike very, completely, and utterly confused. he shrugs and walks into her room to see what happened.

"Hey Twilight! What's with-oh."

"GET OUT!"

***

After cleaning ... Twilight.... off your nose and using enough soap to clean every citizen in town, you make your way out into the living room and sit on a chair and wait for Twilight's arrival. After several minutes, she comes down the stairs, fully clothed, and with a letter in her hand. You missed the letter however, because her face was red enough to rival the color of the apples that the Apple family grew. She sat down on the couch opposite you, her eyes looking everywhere but you, her face somehow growing redder just by being in your presence. You do the same as her, but years of embarrassment on your part keeps your face only slightly red. The awkwardness in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife, the images of Twilight flashing in your mind not helping in the least.

Daring a glance at Twilight, you look at her to see that she is staring at you and she quickly looked away when you looked at her. Resuming your deafening silence, you both sit for what feels like hours while you work up the courage to speak. Deciding that it couldn't get any worse, you go for broke.

"Twilight... I'm really, really, really sorry that I... erm..." The words leave you as you return your gaze to Twilight.

"I th-think it would be b-best if we n-never speak of this a-again." Twilight stammered out, still beet-red.

"Speak of what again?"

"Exactly."

Silence washes over the room again as you merely look at one another, not knowing how to go from here. Eventually you notice that Twilight is holding a letter in her lap and decide that it's the way to end this silence. "Who's the, uh, letter from?"

"Oh, it's from P-princess Celestia." Twilight tripped over her words, still embarrassed. "It's, uh... why I wanted to speak with you, actually."

Your eyes widen. "Really? Why?"

"Well, you remember Princess Luna from last Nightmare Night, right?" Twilight asked, face beginning to return to normal.

You remember to the last Nightmare Night the town had, the one where none other than the Princess of the Night herself visited the sleepy town of Ponyville to re-acquaint herself with her subjects after her banishment. That was a fun night, despite the slight panic the Princess caused. Started with her causing a hurricane with her voice, and it all went downhill from there. While you hadn't spoken with her personally, she seemed like a nice girl. Then again, she did turn the rubber spiders in the web-toss game into real spiders, ones that didn't like you very much. To this day you were ninety percent sure some of the little bastards still lived in your house. She also ate all the cake, you wanted that cake! Yeah you remember Princess Luna.

"She's the one that caused Nightmare Night to be almost cancelled and was banished to the moon for a thousand years because she tried to bring eternal darkness to Equestria, right? Twice?"

Twilight face palmed and gave you a difficult look. "Well... yes, that princess."

"Okay, what about her?" You ask, ignorant to what is about to happen.

"Well, in this letter," She gives the letter a small pat, "Princess Celestia told me that Luna is acting very distant and lonely, even after that night. She's really concerned about her and truth be told, so am I."

"That's bad and all, but what does this have to do with me?" You ask, confused as to why she was telling you this.

"Well, it reminded me a lot of how you were when you first came here. She's trying to make friends and she isn't having too much luck, so I was wondering if you would be interested in having dinner with her." Twilight explains with a happy tone and confident smile.

"well, I'll have to check my schedule-wait, hold on.... can you repeat that last part? It sounds like you want me to-"

"Go on a date with Luna!" Twilight claps her hands together.

"Say what now?" You ask sarcastically

Twilight looks at you with slight confusion. "Is there something wrong?"

Deep breath, calm down, don't freak out. Count to ten

You look up to her and try and control yourself: "Well, this is all really sudden, I mean, when would we even have our... date?" You ask, the word feeling like poison for some reason.

"... Tonight?" Twilight offers with a sheepish smile.

... Maaaaaaybe it's a good time to freak out after all. "WHAT?!?!"

"Okay, I should have asked you what you thought about it before I set you two up, but Celestia is really worried about Luna! I thought that since you don't have anyone special in your life and you are trying to make more friends that maybe you would be up to it!" Twilight explained quickly, her voice edging to Panic Twilight.

You take a few breaths, count to five in your head, and open your eyes. "Twilight..." How to put this gently...? "I... appreciate that you thought of me... but this is kind of a big deal. I mean, Princess Luna?? She is a friggen princess! A really hot princess!" Wait did I just say that?

"Ah so you are somewhat attracted to her!" pokes Twilight

"Now hold on a second! This is... I mean... I don't... holy crap Twi! Come on!"

"I know, this is a lot to take in! But please! Can you do this?" Twilight asked, putting on puppy-dog eyes.

"Puppy eyes aren't going to work this time." You cross your arms for emphasis.

"Do it for you. Do it for Luna." The puppy eyes remained.

"Well... still, no." You say. The eyes, man. The fucking adorable eyes.

Twilight changed her expression to a serious one. "Do it because you owe me one."

"Owe you one?? For what?!" Is she talking about...

"Because you owe me a new vibrator." Twilight deadpanned you.

"What....I didn't.....but that's....Ugh... fine!" You say in defeat.

Twilight wore a happy smile once more. "Awesome! Meet her at Sugercube Corner at 6:30 sharp!"

“Sugarcube- Why didn't you tell me before you did all this!”

“Well, I did have Spike send the letter early in the morning. Like, 7 AM!”

You try and rebuttal, but fail knowing what time of the day you got up. You give a small sigh of defeat, say goodbye to Twilight and Spike, and make your way home. Oddly enough it doesn't seem that hot out this time. Well, it was still hot out but your mind wasn't focusing on it. Instead it had but one thought running through it:

I have a date with Princess Luna... you think to yourself Maybe it wouldn't be totally awkward...

And there was certainly worse people out there you could go with.