Twilight had an itch. A painful itch. An itch that kept her up at night in agony. An itch that made her waking moments torturous. With each passing second, she could feel that itch wearing down her force of will and distracting her from her duties as the princess of magic. It was an itch she needed to deal with, badly, but it was an itch with which she had no experience herself. An itch she would need help soothing. An itch that only one or two of her closest friends could be trusted to deal with in confidence.