DarqFox's TwiShy Shortsby GjallarFoxChaptersParents Meet ParentsExplaining LoveIn Sickness and in HealthDreaming of YouLooking Back Over the YearsA Poem for my LoveDaydreamingWe Need to TalkTomorrow NightAdoption5 AM LightParents Meet ParentsParents Meet Parents I have no idea why we decided to announce things the way we did. I didn't like the idea of all four parents in the same room as us, but I chose to go along with Fluttershy's plan. Even so, the number of variables made me anxious and jittery. I couldn't focus properly. A light peck on my cheek calmed me some, but not enough to make me focus on what was about to happen. "It'll be fine," she whispered. I remained silent. There was a strong knock at the door. My breath caught in my throat. I nearly leapt out of my own coat. "That's probably my mom," my gentle pegasus lover murmured. "We've already met each other's parents. It's just an announcement. There's nothing to worry about." She draped her wing over me, bringing me with her to the door. With her wing came strength and courage. I felt safe and protected, as though I were wearing impenetrable armor. The door opened to reveal a pair of rather large pegasi, both wearing Guard armor. I smiled and welcomed Fluttershy's parents inside. We made small talk and evening tea, relaxing as we waited for my own parents. There was another knock at the door. I excused myself from the conversation, rising to greet my parents. They hugged me warmly, showering me with affection. It took five minutes to pry myself loose from my mother's embrace. As we gathered, my parents greeted Fluttershy's with the same warmth they had shown Fluttershy. They started exchanging stories about us, much to each of our embarrassment. As we watched the clock, Fluttershy held my hoof gently in hers, her protective wing wrapped around me. Under her breath, I heard her whisper, "It's time..." She tapped her spoon lightly against her cup, earning the attention of our respective parents. "As interesting as our foalhood stories are, that's not why we called you here tonight," my lover said. She looked at me once, squeezing me closer with her wing. We both turned to face our parents. Together, we announced cheerfully, "We're getting married!" Author's Note Suggested by Laarsgaard. Want to see a prompt done? Leave it in the comments below! Try to keep the prompts around five-ish words and simple. <3 DarqFox Explaining LoveExplaining Love "I don't know what it is, Fluttershy," she sighed, plopping down on a comfortable looking couch. "It's this weird... tingling... Kinda like when your hoof falls asleep, except less prickly and more bubbly." I already knew exactly what she was talking about. I'd felt exactly what she was describing. The only difference was, I knew the feeling by name. She, on the other hoof, was inexperienced and ignorant in the realm of emotions and matters of the heart. "Where do you feel it?" I asked tentatively, knowing I was traversing a very dangerous path. "Mostly in my upper chest," she replied. I pursed my lips. Her lack of knowledge would make it difficult to break the news to her. I braced myself, "And when do you feel it most strongly?" She blushed strongly and turned away. She was not making things any easier. "That's the... embarrassing part... I feel it whenever I'm near you..." I had guessed as much. I'd seen the signs of a crush forming. The occasional nervous stutter, all of the time spent with me, the sidelong glances, everything. I watched the signs. "Twilight... How many romance novels have you read?" "What does tha–" "Just say it." "Twelve..." "And what's the one similarity between all of them?" She remained silent. "They all have unique descriptions of what love feels like." She tilted her head at me. "Read one, it'll describe it like a warm bath. Read another and it'll describe it like you did. Love is not predefined with distinctive characteristics. On the contrary, it's actually extremely personal. So when you read twelve love stories and get twelve definitions of love, all of them are correct." "But if I'm in love... Who am I in love with?" I giggled to myself, "For a prodigy, you really are more dense than Rainbow Dash." "Hhhhheeeeeeyyyy!" "You're in love with me, you adorably dense genius." Author's Note Suggested by SongCoyote. Send in ALL OF THE IDEAS you have. I have a 6-8 hour car trip tomorrow. I'm going to be bored out of my skull. <3 DarqFox In Sickness and in HealthIn Sickness and in Health Chu! I heard the soft sneeze of my unicorn fiancée from the kitchen. If it were anypony else, I'd never have heard it, but it was Twilight. I could hear every sneeze and sniffle, and feel her fever through walls. It was as clear to me as the sky was that day to everypony else. I smiled, carefully pouring the fresh soup I'd made into a bowl that rested on a modest bamboo serving tray. On that same tray was the spoon with which I would feed her, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Where most others would also bring cold-medicine, I did not. I didn't believe in modern medicine unless it was an absolute emergency. And since this was no emergency, I simply made the natural remedy for my lover's illness: vegetable soup. I picked up the tray, holding it gingerly with my wings, humming softly to myself. I went upstairs with the soup and orange juice, ready to continue caring for my sick fiancée. "You don't have to chu! do this, Shy..." she insisted as I re-entered our room. "Twily, we're getting married in two weeks," I countered. "I'm going to take care of you in sickness and in health." She hesitated, watching me set the tray down on her lap, "I'm fine, Shy." She sneezed again, her face giving away that she was lying, more to herself than me. I picked up the spoon and dipped it in the steaming soup, lightly blowing the liquid to a more edible temperature. Within a second, she caved and took the spoonful of soup. I resumed humming with a subtly smug smile on my face as I took care of my wife-to-be. Author's Note Suggested by rough_draft. <3 DarqFox Dreaming of YouDreaming of You I awoke in her wings, warm and comfortable. Of course, I would have been a lot more comfortable if I understood why she was holding me, or at least why she was in my room at the crack of dawn. But even so, her wings were impossibly soft. As my chest rose and fell with each breath, her plush feathers rubbed against my fur, spreading intense warmth through me. A delighted sigh escaped my throat. Her eyes opened slowly, like a glacial cave melting open. They lit up at the sight of me, seeming to glimmer with unmatchable happiness. She murmured lethargically, "Good morning..." I replied in kind, although with a little confusion, "...good morning..." Just as I was about to ask why she was in my bed, she leaned in close and softly kissed my cheek. It couldn't have been any more clear. Wherever or whenever I was, she and I were dating. I felt myself blush at the thought. I'd never really thought about her in a romantic light. "Mmmm I just want to lay here with you..." she hummed, smiling warmly as fresh bread. I couldn't help but smile at the statement. It made me feel... happy. Wanted, really. I felt like someone actually cared about me as more than a friend, and it was a wonderful feeling. Before I had any idea what I was doing, I replied, "Then let's sleep the day away, love..." -- I woke up in my room, cold beneath my sheets. There were no wings around me, nor fur pressed up to mine. I was alone in my bed in the dark. I looked out the window, seeing a quarter-moon shining brightly. Though confused by the dream, I knew one thing was certain: I'd never look at Fluttershy the same way again. The feelings that she'd instilled in me through only a dream were incredible. As I thought of her, I felt my cheeks warm up and my heart begin to race. I'd never felt such sensations at the thought of another pony before, let alone Fluttershy specifically. But I enjoyed the feelings, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how amazing she was. Perfect, actually. Not just amazing. Not just incredible, not just beautiful, not just sweet, not just anything. She was perfect in my eyes. I let loose a tear as I realized I felt lonely without Fluttershy. Author's Note Suggested by Master85414. <3 DarqFox Looking Back Over the YearsLooking Back Over the Years It was the day of our twentieth anniversary, just before dusk. Over the years, we'd formed a tradition of heading over to Lone Oak Hill, and watching the sunset together. As I gathered up the blanket, I kept my eyes glued to an old picture of us, first as a group with Rarity, Rainbow, Applejack, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and myself. Then I looked more closely at my wife and how her eyes were ever so subtly pointed towards me, a faint blush and smile adorning her face. I remembered the good times, as well as the not-so-great times that made them worthwhile. I remembered how she told off a dragon that was about to roast me. I remembered her staring a cockatrice soulless. I remembered when we first started dating, at first just Thursday nights at The Teapot. But like a seed, it eventually grew, taking root deep within our hearts. Our dates became more obvious to the average witness, like the occasional romantic dinner at a nice restaurant. It grew slowly, but we liked it that way. We had time to savor the feelings and bask in the warmth where other couples had already rushed into the thick of things, where they quickly found deep-lying problems in their relationships and burned out. But we kept our flame alive, slowly and steadily burning with love, conserving the fuel we had for the long-haul. And as we grew more loving, we also began exploring intimacy. When we'd gotten comfortable, we went on a one-week getaway to the Frozen North, where we shared our first real kiss, and later on, our first time together. I smiled happily at the memories. I set down the group photo and exchanged it for one of just us on our wedding day. Rarity had designed both of our dresses, keeping them secret even from us until the day before the wedding. I wanted to turn her into a duck for making me stress out over the dresses, but they turned out too beautifully for me to do so. I thanked her and left her as a pony. "Are you ready to go, love?" the sweet voice asked with a peck. "It's not like you to be late." "Yeah, I'm ready. I was just remembering..." Author's Note Suggested by SongCoyote. Written to Lord Huron - Lonesome Dreams <3 DarqFox A Poem for my LoveA Poem for my Love I stood on the stage in The Teapot, a hundred eyes boring into me. I felt each pair, but I couldn't focus on them. They weren't important. The only pair of eyes that mattered was the cerulean pair that belonged to the mare I was about to confess to with a poem. I cleared my throat and spoke, albeit nervously, "I haven't written a poem in years, so forgive me if it's a bit rusty... I wrote this for somepony who's grown much closer than I'd ever expected. She's here tonight, and I'd like to formally dedicate this poem to her... Thank you, Fluttershy, for showing me what I'm about to describe." "It was deep in the star-lit night, where I felt myself in embrace so tight. When I realized it was a dream, I'd felt something more than friendship it seemed. And it feels like I know those eyes, that see my soul and now paralyze. I return her loving gaze that pierces my heart and sets it ablaze." The crowd, including the timid pegasus I'd come to love, was enraptured by my words. Her eyes, widened with surprise, lay welded to me. Her ears were perked in my direction, and she covered her mouth with a hoof. I could see tears threatening to burst forth glimmering in the dim light of the teashop. I continued: "I woke up from the dream in the night, feeling a little wrong but oh so right. But I didn't know that the dream was real and I didn't quite know just how to feel. So I fetched my quill and I grabbed my ink and sat down to write and forget how to think." I stared directly into her eyes, "She knew what I was thinking of, but never knew that she taught me love." Author's Note Suggested by I HV NO FEAR. The poem is supposed to match the verses of this: <3 DarqFox DaydreamingI watched her go about her work, caring for her animal friends like the only nurse on call at a very busy hospital. To be honest, I had no idea how she kept so calm. I would crack under the pressure, but she took that pressure and let it turn her into a glorious diamond, immune to the tiny wounds of a careless word from a pony who didn't know her like I did. I smiled happily, letting my mind wander as I watched her… She turned around as though detecting my gaze, smiling at me. She waved jovially, acknowledging my presence on the road leading up to her cottage. She quickly excused herself to the animals, and trotted over to me. With no warning, she pushed her lips against mine for a brief moment, stunning me still. Everything slowed down in that moment, save for my heartbeat. Her lips stayed on mine for minutes to each second, and my eyes took half an hour to widen in surprise. Her lips were so soft… "Twilight?" her angelic voice asked. I soon felt her hoof prod my nose in an attempt to snap me out of whatever trance I was stuck in. "You there?" I apologized quickly, "Y-yeah, sorry." "Something wrong?" "Yeah," I answered. "I'm trying to change my field of view." "Oh? Why?" "So maybe I'll end up with you…" She looked at me oddly for a second before the full meaning of what I meant got across. A deep blush stained her face a brilliant red, and she became nervous and fidgety. "O-oh… T-Twilight…" He hoof brushed the ground, and she hid her face behind her mane in embarrassment. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have been so forward…" I murmured, taking a few steps back, preparing to leave. "You're so dense," she muttered, taking a few steps forward. She looked directly at me, staring me directly in the eyes with her own gleaming teal ones. I immediately got lost in her eyes. "You kept me waiting." Author's Note Just trying to get myself back to writing. I've been suffering from Writer's Suffocation, and I've been unable to write anything significant for over six months. I need to get something down, or I'm going to go insane. Sorry to keep all of my fans waiting for so long. </3 DarqFox We Need to TalkWe Need to Talk Strength. There are many ways to measure it, both physically and mentally. But there is no strict definition for it. It could mean potency, or durability, or even tenacity. I'd always been considered a strong mare, but never by myself. I'd never thought of myself as strong, though I could turn a bear into a tree if I had to. I'd been trained by the alicorn princess of the sun herself. But the judgement was always wrong in my mind. I was not strong. Far from it, actually. I was crippled. Without my beloved checklists, or calendars or planners, I was as far from sane as a pony could get without bloodshed. I was unstable, as a pony with a broken leg would be. My mind was broken, and my planners and lists were my crutches and splints. But splints weren't helping me heal. I needed medicine. As I walked through the streets of Ponyville, I kept thinking about strength and what it meant. Over the past year, I'd shown magical strength, but a severe lack of it emotionally and mentally. But today, I wanted to disprove myself. And that was what I was doing. Each step discouraged me and made me tremble with a nervous energy. Each one was a more grave death threat than the last. They made me want to give up and go back home, but something stronger promised its power if I ignored the fear. Something bright and warm. I was certain of what it was. In most of my pleasure-reading novels, it had been described as bright and warm like fire. It was said that it could reignite from charcoals of its remains thought long dead. It had been told that it was the single most powerful magic known, but could not be explained by even Starswirl the Bearded. That power was love. I had fallen in love with somepony. One of my best friends, to be more specific. She was the most beautiful, sweetest, and strongest mare I knew. She was endearingly timid and impossibly modest, and her voice made me melt every time I heard it. I finally finally passed the town limit, now free of most of the attention of Ponyville. Around me was open space with the Everfree looming closer. I smiled nervously, knowing I was approaching Her home. I inhaled deeply to calm my heart. She stood up to a dragon for me, even stared a cockatrice soulless for me. Though she never accepted it, she was incredibly strong. And though Rarity had once confided in me that even she was jealous of Her mane, She was bashful and modest. I approached her cottage, seeing her animal friends scampering about, pausing for a moment when they noticed me, but promptly returning to their various activities. I knocked on the door. My heart threatened to stop entirely. It was but a few seconds now... Fluttershy, the mare of my dreams, opened the door. "We need to talk." Author's Note This came out of nowhere. Seriously. I was minding my own business, and then my fingers started dancing. <3 DarqFox Tomorrow NightTomorrow Night "I'll see you later then," Twilight giggled, smiling in the moon's pale light. Her coat shone brightly, making her glow with an angelic radiance that made my heart swoon. I murmured a soft goodnight in response before closing my door. I collapsed the instant I knew she couldn't see me. My heart was thumping out of control, its thunderous echoes resounding in my ears. I inhaled deeply and slowly, trying desperately to calm my rabbit-quick heartbeat, but failing. It took me ten minutes to calm down enough to stand again, another three to walk. Though my heart slowed, my mind raced on. I'd planned a sunset picnic with Twilight. Only Twilight. I'd planned to tell her everything. But before I could, I choked. I let my nerves get the best of me for yet another attempt to tell her how I felt. I hated myself for not telling her every time I arranged everything so perfectly. Dark nights stargazing, peaceful walks in the Whitetail Woods, and as of today, a sunset picnic. And those were just the most recent attempts. I picked a knife out from the knife block and started up to my bedroom. I saw Angel at the top of the stairs, looking at me with concern, but he quickly noticed the knife in my teeth. He scampered off, knowing what came next. I made it to my room, and made my way to the north wall. I brought the knife up, bracing myself before I brought it down harshly. In a split second, the thirty-fifth mark on my wall-of-failed-attempts-to-just-tell-Twilight-that-I-liked-her-as-more-than-just-a-friend was made. I dropped the knife to the floor, where it stuck in the wood, point down. As soon as I was sure it wouldn't make me trip at some point, I dragged myself to my bed, where I'd cry after each failure. The mere texture of the fabric against my hooves was enough to dredge up my tears. They came like rain, slowly at first, but soon evolving into a downpour. As I silently sobbed, I clutched my heart with my hooves and my hooves with my wings. But with the draining of tears came the light of an idea. A simple, simple idea. I smiled at myself through the tears and heartache. I promised myself, "Tomorrow night..." Author's Note My friend Partial_Topaz from my favorite Minecraft server suggested this prompt. <3 DarqFox AdoptionAdoption Even when I was happiest, there was one little buzz in the back of my mind, keeping the world real and tangible. It chained me to reality, binding me by the wings to the world where magic can't do everything for everypony. Where specific kinds and denominations of magic are too difficult or too impractical. Twilight and I had been married for two of the greatest years I've been alive. But that little tick in the back of my head held me down, no matter how amazing anything felt. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each passing second was accompanied by the cruel and merciless ticking of my biological clock. It continually poked me, reminding me that time slows down for nopony, no matter how slow they go. And with our slow relationship, we'd used a lot of time, and it was steadily catching up. I wanted a foal. Ever since I learned about how foals came to be, I knew I wanted to be a mother. I took care of my animal friends, trying to satisfy my instinctual desire to be a mother. For a while, it worked. I felt so incredibly happy that I could care for my animal friends, especially the younger ones. I felt the love from all of them, similar enough to that of child-to-mother that I forgot that they weren't my children. But when Twilight and I started dating, I started to hear the familiar ticking of the clock. Time was passing. Time was mocking me. I may have found love, but with that love was the drawback that I couldn't have a foal of my own with her. I couldn't have a family like I'd always wanted. Time was rubbing it in that I was losing. "Fluttershy...?" her lovely voice roused me from my reverie. "...hm? Yes, Twily?" I murmured back as she laid down next to me. "A bit for your thoughts," she offered, pecking my cheek. I sighed, turning back to the window I'd been staring out of for Celestia-knows-how-long. "...I... Have you ever... wanted a foal...?" I asked timidly. I knew that the subject of making a family was a touchy subject for any couple. "Actually, I have," she answered after a moment of thought. "I really hadn't given it much thought until we started dating." "Oh... Well, I've always wanted to start a family..." "But being with me means you can't have your own," she finished my thought. "I understand. But, there are other ways." My ears perked. I turned to face her. She blushed and whispered, "Have you ever considered adoption?" Author's Note Suggested by one of my idols, Divide the Storyteller. I hope this is up to snuff... <3 DarqFox 5 AM LightAuthor's Note Inspired by: Enjoy! 5 AM Light Twilight sat out on the balcony of her library, taking in the early morning mist. The air felt crisp against her nostrils as she inhaled, and the mist swirled around as she exhaled. She opened her eyes and observed the world before it woke: off in the distance she could see Sugarcube Corner, its lights on as the bakers who lived there began baking fresh pastries for the day, though it was obscured by the fog. Just a few meters away were a few houses, also obscured slightly by the morning mist. She always did love the way things looked in the fog; the way lines blurred and all you could really see were shapes. Sometimes she had days where she felt like she was stuck in her own fog, and her mind was hazy and not sharp. And though those days were still uncomfortably common, she always found it deeply profound and calm when her mind and the outside world were both misty. Off somewhere behind her, Twilight heard her marefriend stirring. It was just barely dawn, and the sun was beginning to shine through the June gloom, and soon it would burn away the fog, leaving another clear summer day for all to enjoy. But that didn't matter to Twilight. "Morning Twily," Fluttershy whispered into Twilight's ear as she approached, sitting down next to her lover. "You should have woken me up." "And disturb my sleeping beauty? Preposterous." Twilight smiled softly. "I was just appreciating the morning mist." "Mmmm... it is rather pretty," Fluttershy agreed. She wrapped a wing around Twilight's back, pulling her closer. "You should have woken me up." Twilight just giggled to herself and pecked Fluttershy on the cheek, nuzzling her and appreciating how safe she felt in the five-AM light, with love at her side and the sun in her eyes.
Parents Meet ParentsParents Meet Parents I have no idea why we decided to announce things the way we did. I didn't like the idea of all four parents in the same room as us, but I chose to go along with Fluttershy's plan. Even so, the number of variables made me anxious and jittery. I couldn't focus properly. A light peck on my cheek calmed me some, but not enough to make me focus on what was about to happen. "It'll be fine," she whispered. I remained silent. There was a strong knock at the door. My breath caught in my throat. I nearly leapt out of my own coat. "That's probably my mom," my gentle pegasus lover murmured. "We've already met each other's parents. It's just an announcement. There's nothing to worry about." She draped her wing over me, bringing me with her to the door. With her wing came strength and courage. I felt safe and protected, as though I were wearing impenetrable armor. The door opened to reveal a pair of rather large pegasi, both wearing Guard armor. I smiled and welcomed Fluttershy's parents inside. We made small talk and evening tea, relaxing as we waited for my own parents. There was another knock at the door. I excused myself from the conversation, rising to greet my parents. They hugged me warmly, showering me with affection. It took five minutes to pry myself loose from my mother's embrace. As we gathered, my parents greeted Fluttershy's with the same warmth they had shown Fluttershy. They started exchanging stories about us, much to each of our embarrassment. As we watched the clock, Fluttershy held my hoof gently in hers, her protective wing wrapped around me. Under her breath, I heard her whisper, "It's time..." She tapped her spoon lightly against her cup, earning the attention of our respective parents. "As interesting as our foalhood stories are, that's not why we called you here tonight," my lover said. She looked at me once, squeezing me closer with her wing. We both turned to face our parents. Together, we announced cheerfully, "We're getting married!" Author's Note Suggested by Laarsgaard. Want to see a prompt done? Leave it in the comments below! Try to keep the prompts around five-ish words and simple. <3 DarqFox
Explaining LoveExplaining Love "I don't know what it is, Fluttershy," she sighed, plopping down on a comfortable looking couch. "It's this weird... tingling... Kinda like when your hoof falls asleep, except less prickly and more bubbly." I already knew exactly what she was talking about. I'd felt exactly what she was describing. The only difference was, I knew the feeling by name. She, on the other hoof, was inexperienced and ignorant in the realm of emotions and matters of the heart. "Where do you feel it?" I asked tentatively, knowing I was traversing a very dangerous path. "Mostly in my upper chest," she replied. I pursed my lips. Her lack of knowledge would make it difficult to break the news to her. I braced myself, "And when do you feel it most strongly?" She blushed strongly and turned away. She was not making things any easier. "That's the... embarrassing part... I feel it whenever I'm near you..." I had guessed as much. I'd seen the signs of a crush forming. The occasional nervous stutter, all of the time spent with me, the sidelong glances, everything. I watched the signs. "Twilight... How many romance novels have you read?" "What does tha–" "Just say it." "Twelve..." "And what's the one similarity between all of them?" She remained silent. "They all have unique descriptions of what love feels like." She tilted her head at me. "Read one, it'll describe it like a warm bath. Read another and it'll describe it like you did. Love is not predefined with distinctive characteristics. On the contrary, it's actually extremely personal. So when you read twelve love stories and get twelve definitions of love, all of them are correct." "But if I'm in love... Who am I in love with?" I giggled to myself, "For a prodigy, you really are more dense than Rainbow Dash." "Hhhhheeeeeeyyyy!" "You're in love with me, you adorably dense genius." Author's Note Suggested by SongCoyote. Send in ALL OF THE IDEAS you have. I have a 6-8 hour car trip tomorrow. I'm going to be bored out of my skull. <3 DarqFox
In Sickness and in HealthIn Sickness and in Health Chu! I heard the soft sneeze of my unicorn fiancée from the kitchen. If it were anypony else, I'd never have heard it, but it was Twilight. I could hear every sneeze and sniffle, and feel her fever through walls. It was as clear to me as the sky was that day to everypony else. I smiled, carefully pouring the fresh soup I'd made into a bowl that rested on a modest bamboo serving tray. On that same tray was the spoon with which I would feed her, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Where most others would also bring cold-medicine, I did not. I didn't believe in modern medicine unless it was an absolute emergency. And since this was no emergency, I simply made the natural remedy for my lover's illness: vegetable soup. I picked up the tray, holding it gingerly with my wings, humming softly to myself. I went upstairs with the soup and orange juice, ready to continue caring for my sick fiancée. "You don't have to chu! do this, Shy..." she insisted as I re-entered our room. "Twily, we're getting married in two weeks," I countered. "I'm going to take care of you in sickness and in health." She hesitated, watching me set the tray down on her lap, "I'm fine, Shy." She sneezed again, her face giving away that she was lying, more to herself than me. I picked up the spoon and dipped it in the steaming soup, lightly blowing the liquid to a more edible temperature. Within a second, she caved and took the spoonful of soup. I resumed humming with a subtly smug smile on my face as I took care of my wife-to-be. Author's Note Suggested by rough_draft. <3 DarqFox
Dreaming of YouDreaming of You I awoke in her wings, warm and comfortable. Of course, I would have been a lot more comfortable if I understood why she was holding me, or at least why she was in my room at the crack of dawn. But even so, her wings were impossibly soft. As my chest rose and fell with each breath, her plush feathers rubbed against my fur, spreading intense warmth through me. A delighted sigh escaped my throat. Her eyes opened slowly, like a glacial cave melting open. They lit up at the sight of me, seeming to glimmer with unmatchable happiness. She murmured lethargically, "Good morning..." I replied in kind, although with a little confusion, "...good morning..." Just as I was about to ask why she was in my bed, she leaned in close and softly kissed my cheek. It couldn't have been any more clear. Wherever or whenever I was, she and I were dating. I felt myself blush at the thought. I'd never really thought about her in a romantic light. "Mmmm I just want to lay here with you..." she hummed, smiling warmly as fresh bread. I couldn't help but smile at the statement. It made me feel... happy. Wanted, really. I felt like someone actually cared about me as more than a friend, and it was a wonderful feeling. Before I had any idea what I was doing, I replied, "Then let's sleep the day away, love..." -- I woke up in my room, cold beneath my sheets. There were no wings around me, nor fur pressed up to mine. I was alone in my bed in the dark. I looked out the window, seeing a quarter-moon shining brightly. Though confused by the dream, I knew one thing was certain: I'd never look at Fluttershy the same way again. The feelings that she'd instilled in me through only a dream were incredible. As I thought of her, I felt my cheeks warm up and my heart begin to race. I'd never felt such sensations at the thought of another pony before, let alone Fluttershy specifically. But I enjoyed the feelings, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized just how amazing she was. Perfect, actually. Not just amazing. Not just incredible, not just beautiful, not just sweet, not just anything. She was perfect in my eyes. I let loose a tear as I realized I felt lonely without Fluttershy. Author's Note Suggested by Master85414. <3 DarqFox
Looking Back Over the YearsLooking Back Over the Years It was the day of our twentieth anniversary, just before dusk. Over the years, we'd formed a tradition of heading over to Lone Oak Hill, and watching the sunset together. As I gathered up the blanket, I kept my eyes glued to an old picture of us, first as a group with Rarity, Rainbow, Applejack, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and myself. Then I looked more closely at my wife and how her eyes were ever so subtly pointed towards me, a faint blush and smile adorning her face. I remembered the good times, as well as the not-so-great times that made them worthwhile. I remembered how she told off a dragon that was about to roast me. I remembered her staring a cockatrice soulless. I remembered when we first started dating, at first just Thursday nights at The Teapot. But like a seed, it eventually grew, taking root deep within our hearts. Our dates became more obvious to the average witness, like the occasional romantic dinner at a nice restaurant. It grew slowly, but we liked it that way. We had time to savor the feelings and bask in the warmth where other couples had already rushed into the thick of things, where they quickly found deep-lying problems in their relationships and burned out. But we kept our flame alive, slowly and steadily burning with love, conserving the fuel we had for the long-haul. And as we grew more loving, we also began exploring intimacy. When we'd gotten comfortable, we went on a one-week getaway to the Frozen North, where we shared our first real kiss, and later on, our first time together. I smiled happily at the memories. I set down the group photo and exchanged it for one of just us on our wedding day. Rarity had designed both of our dresses, keeping them secret even from us until the day before the wedding. I wanted to turn her into a duck for making me stress out over the dresses, but they turned out too beautifully for me to do so. I thanked her and left her as a pony. "Are you ready to go, love?" the sweet voice asked with a peck. "It's not like you to be late." "Yeah, I'm ready. I was just remembering..." Author's Note Suggested by SongCoyote. Written to Lord Huron - Lonesome Dreams <3 DarqFox
A Poem for my LoveA Poem for my Love I stood on the stage in The Teapot, a hundred eyes boring into me. I felt each pair, but I couldn't focus on them. They weren't important. The only pair of eyes that mattered was the cerulean pair that belonged to the mare I was about to confess to with a poem. I cleared my throat and spoke, albeit nervously, "I haven't written a poem in years, so forgive me if it's a bit rusty... I wrote this for somepony who's grown much closer than I'd ever expected. She's here tonight, and I'd like to formally dedicate this poem to her... Thank you, Fluttershy, for showing me what I'm about to describe." "It was deep in the star-lit night, where I felt myself in embrace so tight. When I realized it was a dream, I'd felt something more than friendship it seemed. And it feels like I know those eyes, that see my soul and now paralyze. I return her loving gaze that pierces my heart and sets it ablaze." The crowd, including the timid pegasus I'd come to love, was enraptured by my words. Her eyes, widened with surprise, lay welded to me. Her ears were perked in my direction, and she covered her mouth with a hoof. I could see tears threatening to burst forth glimmering in the dim light of the teashop. I continued: "I woke up from the dream in the night, feeling a little wrong but oh so right. But I didn't know that the dream was real and I didn't quite know just how to feel. So I fetched my quill and I grabbed my ink and sat down to write and forget how to think." I stared directly into her eyes, "She knew what I was thinking of, but never knew that she taught me love." Author's Note Suggested by I HV NO FEAR. The poem is supposed to match the verses of this: <3 DarqFox
DaydreamingI watched her go about her work, caring for her animal friends like the only nurse on call at a very busy hospital. To be honest, I had no idea how she kept so calm. I would crack under the pressure, but she took that pressure and let it turn her into a glorious diamond, immune to the tiny wounds of a careless word from a pony who didn't know her like I did. I smiled happily, letting my mind wander as I watched her… She turned around as though detecting my gaze, smiling at me. She waved jovially, acknowledging my presence on the road leading up to her cottage. She quickly excused herself to the animals, and trotted over to me. With no warning, she pushed her lips against mine for a brief moment, stunning me still. Everything slowed down in that moment, save for my heartbeat. Her lips stayed on mine for minutes to each second, and my eyes took half an hour to widen in surprise. Her lips were so soft… "Twilight?" her angelic voice asked. I soon felt her hoof prod my nose in an attempt to snap me out of whatever trance I was stuck in. "You there?" I apologized quickly, "Y-yeah, sorry." "Something wrong?" "Yeah," I answered. "I'm trying to change my field of view." "Oh? Why?" "So maybe I'll end up with you…" She looked at me oddly for a second before the full meaning of what I meant got across. A deep blush stained her face a brilliant red, and she became nervous and fidgety. "O-oh… T-Twilight…" He hoof brushed the ground, and she hid her face behind her mane in embarrassment. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have been so forward…" I murmured, taking a few steps back, preparing to leave. "You're so dense," she muttered, taking a few steps forward. She looked directly at me, staring me directly in the eyes with her own gleaming teal ones. I immediately got lost in her eyes. "You kept me waiting." Author's Note Just trying to get myself back to writing. I've been suffering from Writer's Suffocation, and I've been unable to write anything significant for over six months. I need to get something down, or I'm going to go insane. Sorry to keep all of my fans waiting for so long. </3 DarqFox
We Need to TalkWe Need to Talk Strength. There are many ways to measure it, both physically and mentally. But there is no strict definition for it. It could mean potency, or durability, or even tenacity. I'd always been considered a strong mare, but never by myself. I'd never thought of myself as strong, though I could turn a bear into a tree if I had to. I'd been trained by the alicorn princess of the sun herself. But the judgement was always wrong in my mind. I was not strong. Far from it, actually. I was crippled. Without my beloved checklists, or calendars or planners, I was as far from sane as a pony could get without bloodshed. I was unstable, as a pony with a broken leg would be. My mind was broken, and my planners and lists were my crutches and splints. But splints weren't helping me heal. I needed medicine. As I walked through the streets of Ponyville, I kept thinking about strength and what it meant. Over the past year, I'd shown magical strength, but a severe lack of it emotionally and mentally. But today, I wanted to disprove myself. And that was what I was doing. Each step discouraged me and made me tremble with a nervous energy. Each one was a more grave death threat than the last. They made me want to give up and go back home, but something stronger promised its power if I ignored the fear. Something bright and warm. I was certain of what it was. In most of my pleasure-reading novels, it had been described as bright and warm like fire. It was said that it could reignite from charcoals of its remains thought long dead. It had been told that it was the single most powerful magic known, but could not be explained by even Starswirl the Bearded. That power was love. I had fallen in love with somepony. One of my best friends, to be more specific. She was the most beautiful, sweetest, and strongest mare I knew. She was endearingly timid and impossibly modest, and her voice made me melt every time I heard it. I finally finally passed the town limit, now free of most of the attention of Ponyville. Around me was open space with the Everfree looming closer. I smiled nervously, knowing I was approaching Her home. I inhaled deeply to calm my heart. She stood up to a dragon for me, even stared a cockatrice soulless for me. Though she never accepted it, she was incredibly strong. And though Rarity had once confided in me that even she was jealous of Her mane, She was bashful and modest. I approached her cottage, seeing her animal friends scampering about, pausing for a moment when they noticed me, but promptly returning to their various activities. I knocked on the door. My heart threatened to stop entirely. It was but a few seconds now... Fluttershy, the mare of my dreams, opened the door. "We need to talk." Author's Note This came out of nowhere. Seriously. I was minding my own business, and then my fingers started dancing. <3 DarqFox
Tomorrow NightTomorrow Night "I'll see you later then," Twilight giggled, smiling in the moon's pale light. Her coat shone brightly, making her glow with an angelic radiance that made my heart swoon. I murmured a soft goodnight in response before closing my door. I collapsed the instant I knew she couldn't see me. My heart was thumping out of control, its thunderous echoes resounding in my ears. I inhaled deeply and slowly, trying desperately to calm my rabbit-quick heartbeat, but failing. It took me ten minutes to calm down enough to stand again, another three to walk. Though my heart slowed, my mind raced on. I'd planned a sunset picnic with Twilight. Only Twilight. I'd planned to tell her everything. But before I could, I choked. I let my nerves get the best of me for yet another attempt to tell her how I felt. I hated myself for not telling her every time I arranged everything so perfectly. Dark nights stargazing, peaceful walks in the Whitetail Woods, and as of today, a sunset picnic. And those were just the most recent attempts. I picked a knife out from the knife block and started up to my bedroom. I saw Angel at the top of the stairs, looking at me with concern, but he quickly noticed the knife in my teeth. He scampered off, knowing what came next. I made it to my room, and made my way to the north wall. I brought the knife up, bracing myself before I brought it down harshly. In a split second, the thirty-fifth mark on my wall-of-failed-attempts-to-just-tell-Twilight-that-I-liked-her-as-more-than-just-a-friend was made. I dropped the knife to the floor, where it stuck in the wood, point down. As soon as I was sure it wouldn't make me trip at some point, I dragged myself to my bed, where I'd cry after each failure. The mere texture of the fabric against my hooves was enough to dredge up my tears. They came like rain, slowly at first, but soon evolving into a downpour. As I silently sobbed, I clutched my heart with my hooves and my hooves with my wings. But with the draining of tears came the light of an idea. A simple, simple idea. I smiled at myself through the tears and heartache. I promised myself, "Tomorrow night..." Author's Note My friend Partial_Topaz from my favorite Minecraft server suggested this prompt. <3 DarqFox
AdoptionAdoption Even when I was happiest, there was one little buzz in the back of my mind, keeping the world real and tangible. It chained me to reality, binding me by the wings to the world where magic can't do everything for everypony. Where specific kinds and denominations of magic are too difficult or too impractical. Twilight and I had been married for two of the greatest years I've been alive. But that little tick in the back of my head held me down, no matter how amazing anything felt. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Each passing second was accompanied by the cruel and merciless ticking of my biological clock. It continually poked me, reminding me that time slows down for nopony, no matter how slow they go. And with our slow relationship, we'd used a lot of time, and it was steadily catching up. I wanted a foal. Ever since I learned about how foals came to be, I knew I wanted to be a mother. I took care of my animal friends, trying to satisfy my instinctual desire to be a mother. For a while, it worked. I felt so incredibly happy that I could care for my animal friends, especially the younger ones. I felt the love from all of them, similar enough to that of child-to-mother that I forgot that they weren't my children. But when Twilight and I started dating, I started to hear the familiar ticking of the clock. Time was passing. Time was mocking me. I may have found love, but with that love was the drawback that I couldn't have a foal of my own with her. I couldn't have a family like I'd always wanted. Time was rubbing it in that I was losing. "Fluttershy...?" her lovely voice roused me from my reverie. "...hm? Yes, Twily?" I murmured back as she laid down next to me. "A bit for your thoughts," she offered, pecking my cheek. I sighed, turning back to the window I'd been staring out of for Celestia-knows-how-long. "...I... Have you ever... wanted a foal...?" I asked timidly. I knew that the subject of making a family was a touchy subject for any couple. "Actually, I have," she answered after a moment of thought. "I really hadn't given it much thought until we started dating." "Oh... Well, I've always wanted to start a family..." "But being with me means you can't have your own," she finished my thought. "I understand. But, there are other ways." My ears perked. I turned to face her. She blushed and whispered, "Have you ever considered adoption?" Author's Note Suggested by one of my idols, Divide the Storyteller. I hope this is up to snuff... <3 DarqFox
5 AM LightAuthor's Note Inspired by: Enjoy! 5 AM Light Twilight sat out on the balcony of her library, taking in the early morning mist. The air felt crisp against her nostrils as she inhaled, and the mist swirled around as she exhaled. She opened her eyes and observed the world before it woke: off in the distance she could see Sugarcube Corner, its lights on as the bakers who lived there began baking fresh pastries for the day, though it was obscured by the fog. Just a few meters away were a few houses, also obscured slightly by the morning mist. She always did love the way things looked in the fog; the way lines blurred and all you could really see were shapes. Sometimes she had days where she felt like she was stuck in her own fog, and her mind was hazy and not sharp. And though those days were still uncomfortably common, she always found it deeply profound and calm when her mind and the outside world were both misty. Off somewhere behind her, Twilight heard her marefriend stirring. It was just barely dawn, and the sun was beginning to shine through the June gloom, and soon it would burn away the fog, leaving another clear summer day for all to enjoy. But that didn't matter to Twilight. "Morning Twily," Fluttershy whispered into Twilight's ear as she approached, sitting down next to her lover. "You should have woken me up." "And disturb my sleeping beauty? Preposterous." Twilight smiled softly. "I was just appreciating the morning mist." "Mmmm... it is rather pretty," Fluttershy agreed. She wrapped a wing around Twilight's back, pulling her closer. "You should have woken me up." Twilight just giggled to herself and pecked Fluttershy on the cheek, nuzzling her and appreciating how safe she felt in the five-AM light, with love at her side and the sun in her eyes.
