Stars and Matchsticks

by TitanicPony

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5156

Preview: 'Do you feel the same way about me?' An accidental white lie. Someponies are very different. This is that story... a story of ponies trying to force their fairytale endings, and why. (TwiPie?) Rated Teen for suggestive scenes

“Stars and Matchsticks”

Chapter One: “A Borrowed Dream.”

Night, and the empty echo of the unfurnished room in Twilight's castle. It was haunting, or at least, nerve-racking. Pinkie Pie was there, in the same bed, the only bed in the otherwise mostly empty room. To Twilight, Pinkie's presence was enough. Enough to have her curled up and tense on her side of the bed. It didn't help that every rustle of the sheets sounded like an ocean wave. It lent an air of gravity and secrecy to the room, something that was oddly fitting.

Published 2014-06-17 02:50:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-17 02:50:05 UTC

Chap One: A Borrowed Dream

Chap One: A Borrowed Dream

“Stars and Matchsticks”

Chapter One: “A Borrowed Dream.”

Night, and the empty echo of the unfurnished room in Twilight's castle. It was haunting, or at least, nerve-racking. Pinkie Pie was there, in the same bed, the only bed in the otherwise mostly empty room. To Twilight, Pinkie's presence was enough. Enough to have her curled up and tense on her side of the bed. It didn't help that every rustle of the sheets sounded like an ocean wave. It lent an air of gravity and secrecy to the room, something that was oddly fitting.

“I kinda still want to know how it is that you do... what you do.”

“What i do?” Pinkie asked in a sleepy, airly tone.

“The stuff that doesn't make sense.” Twilight explained, peering deeply into her friend's eyes as if searching for her soul.

“You wanna know how Pinkie works?” Pinkie asked, propping herself up. “It's not magic or anything, it's just me.”

“I still think it might be magic.” Twilight pouted.

“So if you don't understand, it's magic, or something else?” Pinkie complained.

“I'm not saying that i can figure everypony out with science, gadgets and thermometers, Pinkie.”

“Well maybe you're just bad at it?” Pinkie answered, sharing her thoughts. “I'm just like everypony else. Everypony's different, but i'm just kinda different like a Zebra with yellow and orange stripes.”

Twilight frowned and rolled her eyes. “What do you mean Pinkie?”

“Well, a yellow and orange Zebra would be pretty funny, right? I'm funny.” Pinkie pointed out, to start. “There's more than one Zebra in Equestria, and they all look different, but it's probably just a boring old zebra with yellow and orange paint on it.” Pinkie explained seriously, nodding her head.

“So the yellow and orange paint is a metaphor for... your struggle for personal uniqueness?” Twilight asked, her eyes lighting up.

“I think it's just water-based.” Pinkie mulled, tapping her chin. “I just want other ponies to like me. Maybe one pony, alot.” Pinkie spoke dreamily, not expecting Twilight to catch on in the least.

“Oh, wait, what? You like me?” Twilight's hoof pointed at her own chest in shock.

“Well yeah, duh.” Pinkie smiled cheerily, seemingly trying to play it off as quickly as possible, as she visably tensed up.

“No, no, not like that. More than liking. Like a crush.” Twilight paused, taking a deep breath, keeping her thoughts analytical in nature. She just wanted to find out, to know. It was important to know. That was all.

“Oh, a crush?” Pinkie blushed furiously and waved her hoof in front of Twilight's face. “Jeez, just a crush. Psh, no, not one of those silly things, that's silly.” Twilight raised an eyebrow and peered more closely. “Alot-alot-alot.” Pinkie nodded, and looked up. “It's kinda obvious.” Pinkie waved a quivering hoof, trying to pass it off, again.

“Oh, wow.” Twilight pulled back and tried to keep her jaw from falling.

“And maybe you even like me back.” Pinkie continued with a little hiccup. “You know. Mysterious Pinkie. Everypony likes mystery. Never boring around me. Maybe you like the stuff ya don't understand, even if ya don't understand it?” Pinkie added tentatively, very much unsure of herself.

Twilight's jaw fell a little. “Ahem,” Twilight coughed, “Well i know i kinda like you-”

“-but you're just not sure about if you want 'some'.” Pinkie finished, speaking quickly.

“Oh, Celestia.” Twilight remarked, completely petrified.

“Ooohh, that sounded wrong. Like,” Pinkie stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth as she collected her scattered thoughts, “you have to think the other pony is yummy.” Pinkie explained very seriously, gesturing with both hooves.

“Yummy?” Twilight asked with a mix of surprise and confusion. Pinkie just frowned and slumped down against her pillow. “No, Pinkie, it's okay, i want to understand-”

“-Sorry Twilight, but just telling you that made me really tired and made my head hurt. Nopony said that it would be like that.” Pinkie curled up a bit, and tucked some covers around her chest.

“I think yummy's a good word.” Twilight offered, suddenly.

“Really?” Pinkie asked, her head popping up quickly. Twilight took a deep breath and snickered nervously.

“Just don't be, erm,” Twilight shifted about uncomfortably, “crazy and all over the place.”

Pinkie gulped and started extending her hooves. “Like really-really?” Twilight blushed a little herself. She stared at the edge of Pinkie's mouth, and gasped when it parted the slightest bit. “Twilight?” The horned pony shook her mane, and looked back at Pinkie's face.

“Maybe... a little crazy and all over the place.” Twilight answered, shifting herself furthur away, in the hopes that Pinkie didn't notice her shaking. Pinkie just blinked a few times, and froze in place. Her eyes started to trail down the smooth, curved line of Twilight's side. Her eyes soon darted back up. Twilight noticed with a little smile, and pushed the covers down and off her shoulders, watching curiously for Pinkie's reaction. The bouncy pink pony just grabbed the mare, and rubbed her cheek against her chest, hugging her tightly, while panting slowly and softly. Twilight looked down, and awkwardly moved her hooves around, poking at Pinkie gingerly, before trying to embrace her.

Pinkie's eyes darted up suddenly. The red-faced mare pulled herself a little higher up on the bed so she could run her tongue from Twilight's shoulder, to her neck. Twilight shuddered as Pinkie kicked at the sheets with her back hooves, helping to push the earth pony up to rub and grind against Twilight's frontside. Pinkie mewled, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Twilight's blank expression.

The alicorn lunged her neck forward, biting Pinkie's shoulder, and held on with her eyes closed. “Ow, Ow! Are you, um, angry?” Pinkie's clouded brain managed to prattle off. “That kinda hurts, kinda, i don't know what you're-” Twilight licked the rounded top of Pinkie's shoulder, before biting it more gently. Pinkie whined and placed her hoof on Twilight's side, pushing a little. “Okay, that's, kinda, nice.” Pinkie shivered and shook.

“I'm sorry,” Twilight pulled back with a gasp. “I just wanted to do that.” Twilight breathed heavily, her mouth no longer full of the mare's shoulder.

“Do you want to do other stuff too?” Pinkie asked tentatively. “Here,” Pinkie grabbed Twilight by the shoulders, and pulled her closer. She leaned in slowly, and pressed her lips forwards, until they met Twilight's, who was simply staring forward in a blissful daze. “This is what you're supposed to do...” Pinkie continued in a gentle whisper, biting lightly and tugging the slightest bit on the princess's lip. Twilight tried to push her tongue forward, before her vision went white. She jerked back a little, her shoulders and hips writhing. “Twilight?” Pinkie whispered with a soft, sugarsweet ring.

“Yes Pinkie?” She managed weakly.

“Are you okay?” The pink pony asked with concern, all the while crawling closer and closer to Twilight, and pressing against her more firmly.

“I feel like i'm melting.” Twilight gasped out. “I can't think straight. I don't want to do something dumb, you know?” Twilight explained quickly, wiping her mouth.

“But i like doing silly things, Twilight.” Pinkie's hoof ran down Twilight's side to her hip, then drifted a little lower, to the top of her flank. Twilight gulped and then whined, unable to help herself from rubbing her thighs together.

“It's still okay, right? Not too 'all over the place'?” Pinkie asked with a light smile, her hoof tracing circles over Twilight's cutie mark. Twilight tried to lift her hip, but Pinkie's hoof just pulled back playfully. Twilight froze for a moment as she look up into Pinkie's eyes.

The purple pony pulled on Pinkie's fuzzy mane, urging her face closer, before she slid her tongue straight between Pinkie's parted lips. Twilight pressed in tightly, insistantly, the sides of her tongue sliding against the other pony's lips.

They both panted into each other's mouths as a stream of mixed drool trailed down Pinkie's right cheek. The pink mare's whole body tightened up, but the harsh waves of primal energy quickly washed those kinds of panicked thoughts away. 'Twilight was good, and this was good,' was what each new layer of unlocked feelings showed to her. Pinkie twisted in her friend's grasp, and wrapped a back hoof around Twilight's. She squirmed overtop of Twilight, the back of whose shoulders were now touching the sheets. Pinkie's hooves ran down the stripes of Alicorn's silky mane, the shades of purple hair looking like a monochromatic colour-wheel, framing her face like a lavender halo.

“I wanna do lots, but breathing is getting really hard.” Pinkie snickered.

“I just never thought you'd like any of it.” Twilight admitted. “I still can't believe it.”

“You never believe me.” Pinkie sulked with a teasing pout.

“That's because you're unbelievable, Pinkie.” The princess praised, the corners of her mouth upturned. Pinkie swatted at her playfully, before turning pensive.

“What did ya mean though, about never thinking i'd like it?” Pinkie asked slowly. Twilight's eyes darted back and forth.

“I just... didn't think, you'd be the, um... the type... to like doing... ugh, things.”

“Hmmm.” Pinkie nodded. “This is still weird.” She said, giggling nervously.

“Are... we going out?” Twilight asked, her tone betraying more confusion and uncertainty and she wanted it to.

“Ohhh, but i still wanna be friends, for forever and ever.” Pinkie sulked again. “We'll date, and break-up when you get bored... or tired of me. Then we won't even be friends! That's what always happens to everypony else i talk to.” She explained seriously. “I dunno Twilight, i just wanted to tell you how i felt, i didn't think you'd say anything, so i'm happy-”

“Pinkie, shhh, hey, slow down, i like you! I do, i promise i do!” Twilight reassured, while reaching up, and touching each of Pinkie's cheeks. “I'm really happy right now, and i know i'm going to wake up, tommorrow, happy.” Twilight nodded to herself. “I really like it when you're here... even if i roll my eyes sometimes. I'd just like to see you, more. Isn't that all it is, or all you need to know?” Twilight remarked, laying calmly on her back.

Pinkie smiled slowly. “I just want to be myself. I'm myself right now. And i'm so happy.” Pinkie squeeked, the edges of her eyes tearing up. “I'm just going to be me, and you'll still like me right? Hopefully for a long time, but maybe, forever and ever.”

“It's okay if you change, Pinkie.” Twilight defended. “Don't make yourself do that kind of thing for me. We just kissed. Like, before today, i had no idea this might happen!”

“Why didn't you think so Twilight?!”

“Well, i don't think of every crazy possibility that could happen.” Twilight answered teasingly, not really taking Pinkie seriously.

“Twilight, you're the best, you're, oh geez, you're a freakin' princess. You're just the bestest friend for everypony-” Pinkie gushed.

“-um, aren't you more of a friendship-pony?”

“You're the freakin' PRINCESS of friendship. Sooo jealous.” Pinkie nodded her head firmly. “Why wouldn't i like you!”

“Wait, is that why you like me?!” Twilight thought out loud. “You like me because i have some sort of friendship-based magic, when you like friendship so-” Twilight paused as she followed Pinkie's line of sight as it made it's way lower, and lower. “-or maybe you're just more visual.” Twilight remarked dryly.

“Like bending you over a chair?” Pinkie asked simply, her hoof tracing the curve of Twilight's flank.

“Ugh, something like that.” Twilight replied, curling up in embarressment. “So what do you want to do now-” Twilight sputtered as Pinkie cheerfully mashed her lips against Twilight's again. “Not just that!” Pinkie giggled and started sliding her hooves down Twilight's stomach. The purple pony squirmed and moaned as Pinkie pulled back, and brushed her hoof against Twilight's cheek.

“This is okay?” Pinkie inquired. Twilight smiled and shook herself.

“It feels like it's too much, Pinkie. That's how i always feel. Overwhelmed, but in a good way. You're alot to take in.” Pinkie snickered and poked Twilight's side.

“You taste kinda minty.” Pinkie remarked.

“That's random.” Twilight blinked.

“It's probably because you brush your teeth alot.” Pinkie observed.

“You taste like sour keys.” Twilight added in, glancing around nervously. Pinkie rubbed her hoof on her face.

“If i knew this was going to happen i would have eaten something sweet and spicy.” The candy loving mare complained. “Like those itty bitty cinnamon hearts.” Twilight almost laughed, snuggling into the covers, tightly.

“Will you go to sleep with me?” Twilight asked slowly, looking away.

“I was hoping that you'd say it the other way, you know, the way that sounds naughty.” Pinkie joked.

“If you want something, Pinkie, just ask, i havn't had time to think about... any of this. I'm not totally sure about how i feel about everything, offhoof.”

“Geez, you worry more than me. I don't want to just worry in bed all the time.”

“I guess i do that a little, sorry.” Twilight blushed and looked down.

“Nooo, i like it.” Pinkie soothed.

“You'll say anything to make me feel better.” Twilight pouted out with a small smile.

“Noooo... i wouldn't call you ugly even if you wanted me too.” Pinkie pleaded, prodding her friend with her hooves. Twilight paused and let her thoughts drift around inside her head. “You know, i could go get the cinnamon hearts right now?” Pinkie offered suddenly. Twilight frowned and resisted rolling her eyes again.

“You know i'm not perfect right?” Twilight asked, almost seriously, trying to phrase the question better than she ended up doing. Pinkie shifted a little, and let herself sink warmly into the sheets.

“I like everything.” Pinkie stated simply, pointing at Twilight. “All of you. Isn't it perfect?” Pinkie cooed, her head drifting in the clouds. “I'm not changing my mind.” She added, tucking her head under the corner of a pillow.

“I guess it's kinda nice having somepony think that you're 'all that'.” Twilight agreed reluctantly. Pinkie's face puffed up as she glared at her friend. “Pinkie?” The pink pony just shook her head and rolled onto her back.

“You feel a little blue, so maybe i need to sing-”

“-You really don't have to-”

“But you just have to hear this one little something~” Twilight just shook her head, smiled brightly and propped herself up on her pillow, listening to Pinkie's song.

“I could like a different pony,

But i like this one right here,

You're the right one for me,

I know that that much is cclleeeaaaarrrrr...

Because when the sun rises, i'll be on your pillow,

When then moon rises, you'll be in my dreams,

When our lips meet, you'll have that feeling and know,

That everything is just!

As it seems...

So come and trust!

In my dreams,

Once more,

Forgetting what whatever once was,

Before,

Because!

We're free to feel as we do,

To find our heart's destiny,

Free to explore something new,

Just you and me!

Ohhh you'll find that it's true!

That this Pinkie,

Is crazy for you,

Oh this Pinkie, is crazy for you!

You know,

I might not make it,

My heart just might not take it,

Oh i wouldn't have to fake it,

If i lost myself in you and never came back,

If i stared deeply into your eyes,

I'd drown and lose track, tonight,

I'd listen to the fall and rise,

Of your chest until the crack of first light,

So i just wanted you to know,

You're wonderful,

The prettiest pony, any place that you go,

So just come on out from under the wool,

That you must have pulled over all our eyes!

Because you're better than a hundred parties,

Or a thousand candy-apple pies,

You're more special than all of these,

So i need you to tell me,

If all my feelings are shared,

If i should let my heart be free,

And never regret that i cared.

Because i'm just a pink party pony,

That wants something silly,

It doesn't take long for me to feel lonely,

And sometimes i act like a filly.

No matter how hard i try,

Not everypony is my friend,

Sometimes i forget to white-lie,

And just pretend...

Sometimes,

I don't have the time,

To write down my songs,

Those times,

My rhymes,

Feel forced and wrong,

Sometimes, I don't even make sense,

I just say something,

Making things awkward and tense,

Even if i didn't mean anything,

I don't want to make a mistake,

I think about it every day,

My feeling aren't fake,

So I listen to what those have to ssaayyyyy!

Because when the sun rises, i'll be on your pillow,

When then moon rises, you'll be in my dreams,

When our lips meet you'll have that feeling and know,

That everything is just as it seems.

Oh that everything,

Is just,

As it sseeeemmss...

That i should trust,

in my dreams...”

Pinkie Pie finished, panting quickly for breath as she hung from from the chandelier overheard, in a dramatic finale.

“I thought it was going to be a lullaby.” Twilight offered, blinking partly from disbelief, and partly from the watering in her eyes.

“I know, but I didn't want to put you to sleep.” Pinkie winked. “But... now i'm really tired.” Pinkie gasped, managing to get down from the ceiling, somehow. She stood beside her side of the bed, and shook her mane until it fell flat, and straight.

“I thought your hair might go straight if-” Twilight paused in mid-sentence as Pinkie fell face-first onto her side of the bed, apparently, comatose. Twilight just shook her head and tucked them both in. She stared up, laying on her back, her smile covering her face afterwards. “Thank-you, Pinkie,” Twilight whispered.

~2 hours earlier~

“Sleepover, sleepover, sleep...ooovvveeerrr!” Pinkie squeeked, making an attempt at bouncing down the road to Twilight's home. The straps of her knapsack held her down, however, due to the size of said knapsack being three times that of the pony carrying it. Nary did the sack bounce upon the ground as the earth pony carrying it, did. Nay, it simply swayed too and fro, with a great metal clanking, and the occasional, mysterious, 'pop' from deep within it's voluminous contents. This mare was prepared; she had the pots and pans to cook, she had enough pillows for a very flirtatious pillow-fight, and finally, she had a two-pony sleeping bag.

One could assume from these things that she was ready for an innocent, if cozy, sleepover with a friend. But nary was such the case, and despite the fuchsia pony thinking that such things were nigh, such happenstances would not come to pass.

“So... do you think maybe, that Twilight, might... maybe...” Pinkie Pie asked no one in particular as she shared up into the sky, lost in thought. “No... i'm talking to you, mister fancy word guy.” Pinkie corrected, her face contorted in abject suspicion. “Yeah you, i can HEAR YOU!” Pinkie yelled, up towards the clouds, in another paranoid delusion. “I'm not crazy! You're crazy! You don't even have a body!” Pinkie shouted out in anger, her feelings apparently hurt. “You can apologize, you know.” Pinkie pointed out.

“Fine, sorry, but you really need to stop doing this.” The narrator of the story said, his voice obviously perceptable to the pink mare.

“Stop doing what?” Pinkie Pie inquired.

“The fourth wall breaks. My office got hit last time, and now i have an office with three walls.” The narrator complained, while mulling over whether calling himself a narrator would put everything in the third person.

“It's like a balcony!” Pinkie defended. “And your voice really is loud, ya know.” Pinkie remarked.

“I can't do anything about that, and right now, you're going to be late.” The narrator reminded her, well aware that the conversation he was having with her could damage the timeline.

“Oh, okay, that sounds serious... but please... please... can i have one little tiny hint about what's going to happen? I promise i won't change anything! Pretty please?” The young mare begged cutely, causing the narrator's normally rocksolid morality to falter, just this one time.

“Well, i-i d-don't have all the script,” the narrator stuttered, looking flushed and giddy, “but i'd say that trying to sleep in the same bed as Twilight looks like it might end well.” The narrator told her, as he fumbled back and forth over the crinkled loose-leaf pages.

“Oooohhhhh!” Pinkie gasped. “REALLY?! And you promise, no plot-twists?” Pinkie asked, kneeling down desperately and playing to the narrator's main weakness; puppydog eyes. “Works every time.” Pinkie chirped, suddenly feeling upbeat. “Now all i have to do is sleep with Twilight and i'll live happily ever after.” Pinkie cooed to herself, as the mare prepared to jump the gun and count her chickens before they were hatched. “Fine, geez, party-pooper.” Pinkie sulked, resigning herself to a more mature path on her journey. “You're just saying that.” Pinkie Pie dismissed as she seriously considered getting back on her way to Twilight's, with a little urging from the narrator. The pink mare looked up, frowned, shrugged, and began dragging her massive pack down the street, once again.

“I have to sleep with Twilight, i have to sleep with Twilight, i have to find some way, to sleep with Twilight.” Pinkie repeated to herself like a mantra, trying to memorize the narrator's vague, if helpful advice. She mulled over ways to get such a result, although breaking Twilight's bed was the best idea she could think up. She had nothing. She would have to improvise some way to get into the same bed as the alicorn, after she got there. “I HAVE to find SOME way to sleep with Twilight.” Pinkie exclaimed in frustration, right at the front step to Twilight's castle. The mare breathed a sigh of relief, not seeing anypony nearby who could have heard her. Soon though, she heard her voice echo back off the cavernous walls and ceilings, as the double doors at the front were open a bit more than a crack. “Oh, this is bad.” Pinkie Pie ducked down, putting her hooves up over her head as if to guard herself from the whole place falling down.

“Pinkie!” Came the echoed reply, accompanied by the clacking hoof-clops of the castle's bookworm princess coming down the main hall at a quick trot.

“Yeppers, that's me!” Pinkie answered, smiling nervously.

“Did you say that you wanted to sleep with me?” Twilight inquired, looking a little confused, as she approached her friend in the large entryway of her new home.

“Hehe, well, duh, that's what you do at sleepovers, you sleep together, ugh, obviously.” Pinkie Pie explained quickly, gesturing wildly with her hooves.

“Yeah, right, i guess. I don't know what i expected you to say.” Twilight answered with a shake of her mane. “I'm so happy that you're here. I got everything ready.” She proclaimed proudly, much to Pinkie's astonishment.

“Everything? Everything-everything?!” Pinkie yelled dramatically, falling to the knees of her rear hooves for the second time that minute.

“Well, yes, yes i did. It took quite a while, too. Why, did you bring anything?” Twilight asked casually, already trotting back down the hall, expecting Pinkie to catch up.

“What about sandwiches?! Did you make the little triangle sandwiches with the crust cut off?” Pinkie asked desperately, causing Twilight to stop and turn.

“Ohhhhh...” Twilight gasped in realization as she saw the massive yellow pack just outside the door. Pinkie was sprawled out on the ground, freigning far more exhaustion than she felt. “You know this means we have twice as much dessert, right?” Twilight offered smugly, hoping to boost her friend's spirits. And it worked. Immediately.

“Do, have, dessert.” Pinkie fumbled a few words out of her mouth like a sugar-craving zombie. She shook her head again, and took a deep breath. 'I didn't even remember that this means we have twice as much dessert! How could i forget something so important?! I am so tense right now!' Pinkie answered in an internal monologue, while she pulled on her ears, outwardly.

“Are you okay Pinkie? You seem weird.” Twilight explained, with a frown afterwards. “Weird-weird, not Pinkie-weird.” She corrected herself.

“Oh sorry, just a little nervous, you know, coming over for a sleepover with a princess, so obviously i'd be tense Twilight.” Pinkie nodded. Twilight's face scrunched up again.

“I've been a princess for almost a year!”

“It takes a long time to sink in.” Pinkie offered with a cringe. “And, and, ya now, i've never been to a sleepover at your house.” She continued.

“Nopony's been to the castle for a sleepover. It's really very nice. In the back anyway.” Twilight mumbled.

“It's too big, not at all cozy, although it DOES have room for lots and lots of books, hmmm.” Pinkie appraised, rubbing her chin.

“I was thinking about putting in bookshelves to line the walls. All my old books were destroyed. Most of them anyway.” Twilight bemoaned.

“And it would be perfect for a huge, big, gigantic party!” Pinkie suddenly exclaimed, unable to hold herself in. “Do you know how high i could hang the streamers?!” She shouted out, dashing from wall to wall with a tape-measure.

“You know the hall is supposed to be used for taking foreign dignitaries on international diplomatic business, right?” Twilight scolded.

“And that sounds as fun as a huge party, how?” Pinkie asked, with crossed hooves. Twilight simply face-hooved and kept on trotting.

“I'll think about it, i guess.”

“I'm so excited!” Pinkie squeeked, bouncing a little higher than normal as she caught up with Twilight.

“You don't think that i'm different, now that i have a castle, do you?” Twilight asked seriously, once Pinkie was back at her side.

“Different? No, geez. You're the same Twilight. You've been a princess for almost forever.” Pinkie explained, repeating Twilight's previous point as if she'd agreed with it all along.

“I know that i've been a princess for a while, but it's been one little step at a time. First, i learned more magic, then i got wings, and responsibilities, and now i live in a giant castle in the middle of ponyville!” Twilight finished with a yell, almost breathless.

“Yeah, it does stand out just a tiny bit.” Pinkie winced with a raised hoof. “And i don't think you like standing out that much.” Pinkie added, looking around at the stained glass windows as the pair approached the door at the end of the hall, past the round-table room.

“It's the little things Pinkie.” Twilight griped. “Like going outside. I have to WALK out of a huge castle, right out onto the street.”

“Just because you're *THE* Twilight that lives in the giant stone eyesore doesn't mean that you're not still Twilight.” Pinkie replied soothingly. “Besides, you can grow a new tree in no time!"

“You know trees take years, if not decades, or even centuries to grow, Pinkie.” Twilight sighed as she pointed out more common sense information that the pink pony seemed to have never learned.

“Oh.” Pinkie remarked simply, leaving the air to fill with the echoing clops of their hooves as they came to the solid oak door at the end of the hall.

Twilight's horn illuminated the area in it's usual purple hue, as the alicorn used her magic to pull the heavy door up and open like a porticullis. Both ponies peered inside the much more normal looking space.

“This is my real front door.”

“I kinda imagined you sleeping on the big stone table, back there.” Pinkie remarked in an odd tone, gesturing behind her.

“That's a strange thing to imagine.” Twilight added absently as she went inside the door.

“Well, it's not like i think about you all the time, all day-dreamy since... oohh...” Pinkie put her hooves over her mouth. “Close call.” She squeeked as Twilight looked back over her shoulder.

“Are you coming Pinkie? It's really very nice in here. A little small, for some reason, but it's all wood-finish. Don't really have any furniture yet, and-” Twilight clucked her tongue and stamped her hoof. “I forgot the spare bed!” Twilight realized.

“You forgot it, so we'll have to sleep together?!” Pinkie suddenly asked, her nose less than an inch from Twilight's within an instant.

“Ugh, probably?” Twilight answered slowly, blinking as she craned her neck back. Pinkie simply hopped up once, waving her hooves in the air.

“We have the bestest sleepover to get ready for!” Pinkie sang out, throwing her hooves up.

“I guess we do?”

“So just wait one second while i get my bag from the door,

I have a sleepover, to get ready for you!” Pinkie sang as she bounded out the door, and into the main hall.

Twilight just shook her head and leaned against the doorframe, watching her friend sprint away with a wistful look. She let out a breath she hadn't know that she'd held, as she looked up at the ceiling.

“Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie...

Just let me take my eyes away,

Why is it so hard for me,

Why are my thoughts preoccupied day by day,

Why are my feelings,

Here as if to stay,

Are they real things?

Because i don't see any kind of way!

I just cannot!

She's just friends with any pony that does so cross her way,

She just likes sleepovers alot,

So even if I want her to stay,

It's just a patch!

Oh we're so much different it's almost too hard to believe,

We're not a match!

Though i'd still, let her stay, if she never wanted to leave!

Just stay right here,

Don't go away,

Your presense takes away my fear,

And you always know just what to say,

You make me smile from ear to ear,

Oh you turn work right into play!

You're in-sid-ious,

Coming in and bringing happiness,

To each and every one of us,

Like joy piled on bliss,

Until i can't resist,

Wooaahh,

I can't help this!

My heart will go where it will go,

Even if i can't follow...

This isn't something that i'm ready for,

This isn't something that i know,

So even if my heart wants to soar,

You're veiled in mystery, so,

I want to know more,

Like if you're into me, oohhhhhh WOAH!

Like if you're into me,

Oh woah,

Would you like things to be,

Slow,

I wouldn't think that you would,

You're close to everypony,

You'd be closer if only you could,

But, that's not how it is for me!

I'd want time,

For just just us two,

Like a duet in song and rhyme,

Or a night with just me and you...

Or a night,

with just me,

and you...”

Author's Note

/End/ Chapter One

Next time, Chapter Two: “Twilight's first failure.”