Heaven's Wing

It was a stupid idea, especialy for a pony like Twilight. "What's life without a few drinks?" said Celestia, who bad been drinking for thousands of years and could hold her stuff without getting drunk. Twilight had thrown up all over the bathroom, tracking vomit where she walked. Trixie was there, however, cleaning it all up. They would have to share the room for a week until Trixie could get her own chambers.

"You think you're real hot shit, don't ya?" Began Twilight. "Well lemme tell ya what. I was coronated first, and I actually made new magic. Unlike YOU, bitch."

"Trixie did create magic, Twilight. Trixie made a spell that teleports forgotten memories into Luna's crown, while you simply finished one of Starswirl's spells."

"Don't you drag Starswirl inta this, Trixie! He was a good stallion. We talked just the other day about the origin of magic, you! It's-"

"You're drunk, aren't you Twilight," Trixie said, beginning to smile. "Go to bed."

"I only had SIX FUCKING SHOTS, you fucking idiot. So ya."

"I counted twelve. When I wasn't at the bathroom or with my boyfriend."

Twilight suddenly started giggling. "Ya know he only likes you for your wings. Once ya do it, he'll probably be done with ya."

Trixie smiled. "Only after marriage, Twilight. It's the alcohol talking. We've been together for a while, too. Haven't even kissed yet. That's because we're cool like that. We can make out with our arms. That's called hugging."

Twilight passed out soon after. She was definitley in a deep sleep because seconds later, Rainbow dash bursted through the window and shook her, speaking of giant monsters attacking Ponyville. Trixie had to sub as Element of Magic, which made Celestia mad, which made a solar storm brew, which messed with the unicorns, which caused a riot, which ended Northwestern Equestria as we knew it. Luckily Celestia knew a time reversal spell. It had a side effect of burping bubbles, though. Ah well.

Now that Celestia remembered not to cause a solar storm this time, everything would be fine. The monsters died down as the Elements wanted. But something was different this time. A random hawk passed by, and it dropped a golden feather.

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Now the thing about Twilight getting drunk is that she's an angry drunk. All of her niceness seems to float away like a feather in the wind after a few drinks. Trixie was a bit buzzed to, but she was more reasonable when drunk, despite randomly going on tangents and revealing embarrassing secrets for no reason.

"Now when Trixie was a little filly, she always wet herself whenever somepony started talking about clocks. Not sure why," said Trixie. "Also, something about niceness floating away like feathers. Shoot, better stop hanging with Pinkie. I know too much."

Twilight smiled. I mean SMILED. I should stop talking, I'm a drowsy narrator that needs to stop talking. Why did I think this was a good idea. A spell charged up in her horn as she tried to make Trixie relive those moments. But a wee bit of magic shot away, and hit a feather before it touched the ground. The spell still had the desired effect, as clocks seemed to spin around Trixie's head as she pissed herself. Trixie cleaned up after the spell finished, telling and not showing because eww. Then, the two ponies drifted ~~softly~~ fitfully to sleep.