The Single Chapter Which You Will Have No Emotional Investment In Because I'm Not Giving You the Time to Form Any Attachment to the Story
Morning in ponyville was bright and shimmering like always, and Twist was up and about early enough to see it bloom from the beginning of the sun's rise, not that she was paying attention to such things.
Twist was instead rushing about her room, looking incredibly busy doing nothing as she jittered and fumbled about anxiously, both dreading the coming afternoon and wishing that the clock would just skip to the time she was scheduled to leave. As she readjusted the straps on her saddlebags for the tenth time that morning she caught a glimpse of her Cutie Mark in her mirror.
It had been six years since Twist had earned her Cutie Mark, and she still remembered clearly how she was initially thrilled to have it, and how she soon grew to curse it as she suddenly lost her best friend because of it. Truth be told she hadn't spoken with Apple Bloom in years, though Twist had long since moved past the stage when she regretted both gaining her Cutie Mark and losing her friendship, because it was thanks to her Cutie Mark that she gained something far more fulfilling than friendship.
Twist smiled and stopped fussing about as her thoughts drifted to that fateful meeting two years previous, when Pinkie Pie had asked her for help out of the blue Twist had been only too happy to lend her help, little knowing the affection that quickly blossomed in the young filly's chest.
Twist's face quickly started to turn a miscellaneous shade of red as her thoughts moved to a few not rated-E sections of Pinkie's anatomy, but she quickly dispelled those thoughts with a brisk shake of her head, accompanied by the inexplicable sound of cowbells.
A glance to the clock,
Realizing her lateness,
The filly departs.
Twist trotted down the road somewhat excitedly, her day unmarred by a terrible haiku, but also somewhat nervously, as her day was marred by the anxiety of rejection.
Today's the day, she told herself, today I will tell Pinkie how I feel, no chickening out like the last eighty times!
Alas, Twist's romantic troubles were nothing new, each day that same sentence would repeat in her mind, echoing strains of confidence and a bold new outlook on life.
But then again, not ten seconds after her internal motivational speech, Twist's thoughts turned doubtful, what if Pinkie doesn't feel the same way? I mean, I'm barely an adult, what if she just sees me like a child? And what if she gets weirded out by my confession and she doesn't want to work with me anymore?
As has become the norm for her days, she found herself at the door to Pinkie's candy parlour/party store/catering service/whatever Pinkie felt like doing that week, The Gummy Shack, which was still emblazoned with a huge logo of the toothless alligator it was named after.
Twist took a deep breath as she stood in the entryway, she'd been working at The Gummy Shack practically since it opened tow years before, but lately even opening the door to go inside had become likened to a tiny mental war between her confidence and fear.
Naturally her confidence was armed with little more than twigs and rocks, while her fear was piloting an armada of flying dreadnoughts armed to the bow with cannons, which just made the fact that her confidence won out consistently all the more impressive.
Today was much the same, bone-chilling hesitation, a weak gulp, and finally crossing the threshold of the shop.
As usual, The Gummy Shack was empty of customers in the morning, leaving the eye-wateringly bright pink and green decor in full display, not that the casual observer could make much out from the brightly shining haze of colour, even Twist had difficulty picking out her employer amidst the bright pinks.
Of course, she also had difficulty coming up with synonyms for bright.
"Twisty, you're right on time!" bright and chipper as ever, Pinkie hopped over what may have been a counter and trotted ofer to Twist, "Lyra'll be here to pick up her order at one, so we need to get done by then, but I'm sure you can handle it!"
It's now or never! taking a deep breath, Twist boldly professed to the object of her affection, "Uh, P-Pinkie Pie, we could, or I'd like to, uh, can I tell you something?"
Kind of. Not really. I kinda thought she'd do better.
"Sure Twist, what's up?" Pinkie relaxed her pose a little, tilting her head in just such a way that Twist was both emboldened and made more nervous by it.
The next half-minute or so was a dramatic exchange of Twist speaking in broken sentences and Pinkie continually prompting her to just spit it out, I've decided to save time and skip to the part where she does so.
"The truth is that I love you Pinkie Pie!" Twist closed her eyes and bowed her head as she yelled, the words that were so difficult to form now flowing like a liquid of your choice, "I've loved you ever since we started working together but I was too afraid to tell you, I thought that if I did you might push me away but I know that if I don't tell you now I'm just gonna burst!
"So, I mean-" as Twist raised her head she found her lips being stopped by Pinkie's own, and only after the pink mare retreated from the kiss did Twist comprehend that one did in fact occur.
"I didn't want to say anything," Pinkie's eyes were tearing up as she softly spoke, "your friendship was too important to risk alienating you with my feelings."
"You really mean it?" Twist raised a hoof in vain to stop her own joyous tears.
And in that moment no words were needed, as Pinkie instead responded with her body, and Twist responded to Pinkie's response in the same way.
No dirty thoughts now, they just kissed.
And they lived happily thereafter and had many magical love magic babies somehow. I don't know, maybe the lesbian stork blessed them with foals? Maybe they asked Cadance to do them a solid? Maybe Twilight knows a spell, regardless, happy life, babies, we're done, hope you enjoyed.
Author's Note
Come on everypony, play the Random Pony Shipping Game!
Just go to the MLP Wiki and click Random Page until you get two ponies, then ship them!
Sometimes the ships can make a surprising amount of sense*, like this one!
*Sense in this context is more of an indication of a correlation between two ponies, rather than a legitimate reason to ship them.
