Author's Note

Second chapter. Got working on this the moment I finished the first chapter [December 2nd].

I will admit, this seems a bit more rushed, but I have an unneeded habit of rushing things.

Nonetheless, enjoy. This chapter will lead you into the sexual scenes in the next and final chapter. To be honest, it seem that I can do clop chapters better than SFW chapters. Heh.

If this chapter is cheesy, sorry. I wanted to finish this story by today [Christmas 2014], but I was spending more time putting on my bowtie and fez to focus.

Hopefully, the last chapter will be done by New Year's Eve. Maybe I'll publish it 12:00 midnight, January 1st, 2015, to start the new year.

Okay, enough notes. Don't want them getting too long. Enjoy. Written on a tablet, btw. Love it. ;D

Revealing

An hour passed since you said "yes," and you were still waiting for her to wake up. You were still hoping for her to wake up.

An hour ago, you allowed Twilight to perform a spell on you to heal your injuries, a spell that had taken lives in the past. In result, she had been drained of nearly all of her energy, and she fell to the bathroom floor. You feared the worst; that she had died by trying to heal a broken nose. You cursed yourself, called yourself an idiot, damning yourself.

But when you felt her pulse, you apologized to yourself, and you accepted said apology, stopping yourself from alienating yourself even more.

You held Twilight upon your back and carried her into her bedroom, though it wasn't as romantic as you wanted it to be. But the moment you walked into the room, the musk immediately caught your nose. Her scent still rang in the air, something she had forgotten to cover. You promised yourself you wouldn't say anything about it and pretended it wasn't there when she woke up.

You gently laid her into her bed, covering her up gently with the blanket and resting her head on the fluffy pillow behind her. It almost seemed to sink into it. Looking at her, she looked quite relaxed. You didn't dare to bother her anymore and decided to let her sleep, gently brushing her hair to the side, caressing her cheek carefully.

To you, it seemed a bit creepy, but you know you were only doing it because you cared about her.

Pass an hour, and you begin to get bored of simply sitting in one single chair.

Wanting to move and keep your muscles active, you get up and walk around the room, observing it slowly and carefully. You were very interested at it all. You had never seen Twilight's room before, other than Spike, obviously because he lives here. Speaking [or thinking] of Spike, you look towards the front of the bed, noticing a small basket sitting in front of it, a blanket and pillow sitting within. You knew he slept in a basket for a while; you overheard a conversation a few months back between him and Twilight, him asking for a bigger basket because of the slight growth spurt he endured.

It wasn't a massive growth spurt, but he was a bit bigger. You reminded him sometimes to lay of the jewels.

He never listened.

Walking over towards the window, you began to observe outside. From here, you were given a great view of nearly the entire town. To the right, you could see town hall. Down the middle, you saw Sugarcube Corner in the distance, Pinkie still sitting there, the only pink dot in the group. The town below was bustling with life and joy. The snow fell from the sky in tiny white dots. Looking back to the streets, you saw a young filly stick her tongue out, trying to catch a snowflake. It made you laugh a little.

Deciding to leave the view alone, you walked to the left, almost instantly being greeted by a desk, a chair in the middle. On the desk, there were books, many books, nearly twenty of them all stacked up. You could not imagine having to read all of those books, as much as you loved reading, but Twilight would have no such problem doing so. At times, when you two were out with the others, you questioned how she would not be mentally exhausted from absorbing all of that information.

She would never give you a detailed response, only mostly replying, "Books are fun. I love books."

You could clearly tell from every book she brought whenever you had hung out with her.

As you looked at the books, a single book had caught your eye. It wasn't in the stacks, but was at the right corner of your eye, just sitting in the middle, a jar of ink with a quill in it sitting beside. It contained writing on the cover, but you didn't see it with the shadows covering it. Turning on the nearby lamp, the book was quickly illuminated. And you were quite surprised to see what it was, not expecting it to be sitting out here in the open. Then again, she probably wasn't expecting anyone else to be in here.

Twilight's diary, you thought.

Looking over the chair, looking at the desk, you saw Twilight's diary. Twilight's life. Twilight's world, all condensed in one single book, a list of events of maybe her entire life, written down and preserved in words.

A part of you wanted to open the diary, to see what she had written about, to be shared a piece of her life with you.

Maybe to see if you were mentioned at all.

But the latter part of you, the part of you that was stronger and brighter and smarter than the former, said, "No, don't do it. It's her life. You will hurt your friendship and possibly ruin a potential future life with her. Don't do it."

Unfortunately for the former, the latter part of your brain won the argument. Grabbing the diary, you opened the drawers within the desk, and placed it safely inside, closing it carefully. You made a mental note to yourself to remind her where it was. You could feel the former seeming to mumble in defeat.

Not wanting to tempt yourself, you walked away from the desk, continuing to observe the detail of the bedroom. It was quite small, but at the same time, it seemed so, so very large. It was almost as if it was bigger on the inside, like a magic trick. Then again, you were always known as the stallion "who saw the world as bigger than it really was." Even today, you still like being called that.

On the other side of the bedroom, you groaned in slight annoyance at what caught your eye.

Books, you thought.

Books, books, endless books. Another row of bookshelves, going from one end of the room to the other, all filled with books; green books, red books, blue books, and even a few rainbow books. Looking at the near endless amount of literary information, you knew that Twilight was set for literary life.

However, to be honest, you realized that you haven't really taken a look at much of the books in the library. A couple you found interesting, but the rest never caught your eye. Since you were going to be here for a little bit, you decided you should check out some of the books that Twilight owns.

Walking over to the shelf, you began to observe a few of the books. You never began to read them, only look at their covers, but not judging them.

Some of them looked like they were Twilight's personal favorites, especially since they had sticky notes on them that said, "My favorites." Of course.

The books had interesting names: The Mare Who Waited, How To Be A Time Wizard, The Mysterious Box of Blue.

They all seemed like they'd be time travel stories. The second seemed obvious, but the other two you weren't sure of. You'd have to ask Twilight if you could borrow some of these stories later. You always loved time travel stories.

As you observed the other many books on the shelves---health, science, religion, mechanic, futurology---you noticed something in the middle of the shelves. You wonder how you didn't notice it at first, but you noticed it.

It was a mirror, standing to seem attached to the wall itself. It wasn't a large mirror, but it was indeed a bit taller than you. You even tried to stand much taller than you had been, but it was still taller than you, only except for when you stood on your hind hooves.

As you noticed the mirror, beginning to observe it with your eyes, a past thought had hit you, and you felt stupid for not even noticing it until now.

You're standing on your hind legs.

...

But you shouldn't be. You should be limping.

The very second that thought crossed your mind, you walked over to the mirror. Instead of limping in those few seconds, you were walking normally, feeling absolutely no pain whatsoever, like it had never been there to begin with.

Once you looked into the mirror, however, you had the answer, though you should have known it earlier, you snail.

Looking into the reflection before you, your eyes widened a slight bit in quite surprise.

Your bruises from the impact, on your legs, your hooves, and your face, had all gone and disappeared like it was makeup, no trace of a bruise noticed. You moved your hooves a bit, just to see if a string of pain would occur from the action, but nothing had happened.

And then your face...

Just looking upon your face...

Your nose. When you saw your nose, it was not crooked or bruised as it was before. There was no black and blue mark where it originally was. Your nose didn't hurt whenever you had touched it. Even after moving it about for a little bit with a hoof, no pain came to it whatsoever, like it was never injured at...

...at all.

It worked.

The spell worked.

...It actually worked.

Of course, you were thinking of this, given its history, but you honestly were not really expecting it to work, Twilight or not.

But it worked! It really worked! You couldn't believe it. One moment, your nose was completely broken, the next minute, it's as if nothing happened! You don't know how to really act at the moment! You want to cheer in excitement, dance an idiot jig, give Twilight a heartwarming-...

...hug...

...

You stop for a moment, ending your parade.

And as you do, you turn to Twilight, lying in her bed, the covers over her body. She's breathing slowly, whimpering a slight bit in between.

...

As you stare at her, you slowly walk over to the bed. Slowly and quietly, your uninjured hoof making no fuss, you make your way over to the occupied mattress, to Twilight's side. Your quiet steps echo, only for a moment, into the air, "displaying" how silent it was.

At her side, you grab a nearby chair, right next to the drawers; you pull it close to the bed, and you sit down in it. It's quite cushion-y, but you don't ponder about that.

You ponder about the mare laying in front of you.

You think, more than you have ever thought in your life time, think about what you have done to get right here, right now.

After what feels like a minute of constant thinking, you say three words, aloud, through the silence in the library.

"It's my fault."

For a moment, you think that you could just be overreacting. But then you think about the effects of the spell, what it does to those who perform it. While not all suffer the same effects, most performers never wake up. Their heart stops, their brains cease to function. What was them is gone.

Forever.

You realize that you just made Twilight risk her own life just to heal a simple wound. You felt even worse when you realized that you LET her do it. You let her put herself at risk just to fix a broken nose, when you could have just as easily gotten a cast and let it heal without Twilight possibly sealing her own fate.

Thinking about it worried you even more. You were fearing for her life at this point. You wanted to stop thinking about it, but you couldn't. She could die, right here, right now, in her sleep and never look at you or anypony else ever again, and you would only have yourself to blame.

But you look at her again. You look at her breathe. It's normal, just like any other pony's breathing. She inhales and exhales normally without fault or problems. She doesn't gasp for air or anything. She's completely peaceful, almost sleeping.

She probably is just sleeping.

After another moment of carefully observing her movement, you decide that you're just overreacting and dramatizing everything.

Note to self, make a dramatic story.

After the mental note to yourself, you continue to sit by the bedside, not leaving your spot for a moment, not wanting to leave her side, just in case something were to happen, like waking up.

But as time ticked on, you began to slowly find yourself growing a bit tired, yawning every minute or so. It would make sense, considering you overworked yourself with worry for the past hour, pacing around the room every now and again.

Your eyelids would get heavy and lower every few moments at a time, and when they did, you would spring them back open, trying not to let them close. This worked for the moment, but soon enough, they were heavy enough that you could not keep them open much longer.

Your vision started to blur, your head started to feel heavy. You felt your body becoming slowly limp in the chair.

Finally, moments later, your vision goes dark, and the world around you vanishes. Your mind wanders away, into the land of dreams.

Or, to sum it up in a short time, you fell asleep.

The next time you open your eyes, it's darker than before. At first, you thought the lights had been turned out. Then you realized the lights weren't even on to begin with. The next thing you noticed was that you were no longer in the chair, but rather in the bed, as well. The third thing you noticed was that the sun was already beginning to dip below the horizon through the clouds, snow still falling down.

And the last thing you noticed was that you were lying in bed next to a velvet colored unicorn, who was also seeming to be holding you from behind with her rather fluffy forelegs.

As you feel her forelegs and the comfort they give off, you simultaneously look about the room and ask yourself how you got into the bed. You certainly don't remember physically getting into the bed, mostly because you fell asleep in the chair. Not to mention, you've never had a history of sleepwalking.

But looking at Twilight wrapping her forelegs around you, it's quite possible that she had brought you to bed not too long ago. And to be honest, you're quite thankful for her doing so. This bed is quite comfortable, and her body is warm.

Really warm, in fact.

Being pressed up close to her really made you "feel" her in a way. You could feel her chest expand and contract. You could feel her breath on the back of your neck. If you really focused, you could even feel her heartbeat, going thump thump every second. It was, to be honest, quite relaxing and rather peaceful.

You wanted to lay here forever, you and her, with no problem in the world. Nothing but pure bliss.

But that "pure bliss" only lasted a few more minutes before you could feel Twilight begin to shift and stir, moaning and sighing, showing that she was beginning to wake up.

You felt her forelegs change position, sliding out from under you. You were once again free to move. Slowly, you turned around to see Twilight's sleeping form. Her eyes were shut, but her body was stretching about. She opened her mouth with a yawn as her forelegs greeted the sky. You heard the little cracks in her bones, which probably felt quite relaxing for her. When does it not for anypony?

As she finishes yawning and stretching, you watch her begin to open her eyes. As she does, she jumps slightly back a bit, startled by you looking back and giving a bit of a smile. But once she realizes it's you, she returns with a smile of her own.

"...Hey," she says to you, almost in a whispering tone.

Still smiling, you say, "hey," right back to her.

You continue to look at her, while she looks back, the both of you waiting for one of you to say something. When ten seconds pass and silence still lingers, awkwardness begins to build.

It continues to build for another twenty seconds. When you can't take it much longer, you decide to finally speak up, getting ready to say what you've been trying to say all day.

"Twilight...I have to say something."

You look at Twilight, but her expression rarely changes. It's almost like she's thinking of something to say, too, but you can also see sadness in her eyes, or what looks like sadness.

She didn't say anything, but she continued to look with those sad eyes of hers, while you tried to say what you wanted to say as clear as you could. It continued to be silent in the room. You tried and tried to get the words out quicker, but they wouldn't seem to come out correctly in your mind, and the last thing you wanted to do was to make yourself look like a fool in front of the mare of your dreams.

Especially in her bed.

Soon enough, after about twenty seconds of ongoing silence, despite the sounds of ponies outside, you finally start to speak what you have been waiting to say. You had the thought all sorted out. You were finally ready to say it at last.

"I...I really...I li-"

While you stuttered---quite heavily, in fact---you managed to get only a few words out of your mouth. However, in the process, you found yourself suddenly silenced, your breathing and speaking suddenly muffled. At first, you had the assumption that you had something in your throat, preventing you from talking; however, you would be choking. And yet, you're not.

However...you didn't notice at first...but...something was pressing against you. It felt like something was pressing against your chest. But it wasn't just against your chest. It was even against your...

...your mouth.

You opened your eyes---just realizing that they were closed---and noticed your sight showing nothing but velvet eyelids. You also noticed that the pressure against your chest was Twilight's own body pushing against yours.

And you finally noticed that the pressure against your mouth was...Twilight's...lips.

For the first few moments, you didn't exactly take what was happening into thought, just going along for the ride. But as soon as you realized what was happening, your eyes begin to widen in surprise and maybe a bit of excitement. As you widen your eyes, you think of only one simple thought.

Twilight was kissing you.

...

Twiight Sparkle, YOUR crush, was kissing you.

...

Wait, you think. You wondered why you were so surprised for a moment for her to be kissing you, seeing as how she was pleasuring herself to you and nearly screaming your name into the heavens in orgasmic bliss a few hours ago.

Still, you weren't expecting to get kissed.

But you liked it, nonetheless.

You liked it so very...very much.

So you gave back.

As you felt her forelegs once more wrap around your body, you let yours wrap around hers. She almost immediately gets goosebumps; her whole body shivers from your touch, but she doesn't stop once, and neither do you.

She continues to push herself against you, and you do the same to her, both of your mouths smashing together, slipping and sliding about like they were on ice; warm ice; the best kind of ice.

As the two of you continued to make oral love, you listened as Twilight began to moan again for the first time in hours. You smiled. It was like music to your ears.

You wanted to hear more of the music.

And so you did.