Author's Note

Princess Twilight Sparkle's POV

Going is Prelude: 1

I have enjoyed my Twilight time immensely, even when I couldn’t let any Pony know of it. Exactly what is the main excitement is up to the toss, but it started with the reins Rarity had designed for me. Of course Twilight had enchanted them for me later that day. Only then we explored them, which was more exciting than I had expected.

What came next is that I had been over at the castle on a weekly basis, just for our secret affair. A Pony is entitled to a little secrecy and intimacy, right?

“Today is perfect for a trip to the mountains. Besides, I have a cabin where I can practice magic out of sight!” I pointed out.

“Since you tell me in private, you intend for me to follow you there. On that note, I am due in less than a week, you know!” Pinkie Pie responded with a grin.

“I don’t like to go alone, isolation isn’t my thing. Then I will just have to be there for you at the delivery!” I responded.

“You may not be as experienced as Fluttershy, but I would trust you with this. I hope you have a spell that is fun or exciting in private!” she added with a sly grin plastered all over her face, giggling.

“Since we have everything packed, and our saddle bags stuffed to the brim, I guess it is time we get going!” I pointed out.

“Of course. You did leave a note with Spike? Then let us be off. What are we waiting for?” she put forth.

“I gave Spike instructions for a full week. Chores, tasks and what to do in an emergency. Exactly!” I responded.

In a flash of brilliant light I teleported us to the train station.

As we stepped off of the train, we slipped out of sight before I teleported us to my cabin.

“Oh, we’re here. But, where is the door?” Pinkie Pie put forth.

Of course there is a kitchen, a dining room, the living room, a mares’ room and a shower. We have the basement down a flight of stairs and the attic up overhead.

I had already noted that the floor, the wall and the ceiling is beach wood panel. There are several bookshelves stuffed with dusty tomes in the living room, aside from a sofa and a table. I could even see what appears to be a door to the back of the yard.

“We have the bed rooms in the attic, where you are going to deliver before we leave for Ponyville!” I prompted.

“Oh yeah, I was expecting as much!” she responded.

“Then we have supplies in the basement, too!” I pointed out with a smile.

“I’ll just go up and unpack my bags. How about you follow me and relieve your back from that dread full burden?” she pointed out.

“Since we are alone at home, there is no point in carrying all these items on my back all day. I guess I could as well unpack!” I responded, following her along the flight of stairs to the attic and into the bed room.

I noticed that she had carried the reins and the tube. Then I had carried that item, the strap-on Yello she had asked me to use. The one I had lubed up in preparation, before I had enjoyed to probe all her orifices. I never could have expected quite as much joy and excitement contained within such a seemingly simple toy.

“There, the saddle bags safely stacked up against the wall on my side of the bed. I can see you stacked yours on your end of the bed!” I observed.

“Yeah, now we can enjoy the time together. Maybe a bite or a muffin?” she suggested hopefully with a giggle to her voice and a brave smile on her face.

“I haven’t had as much as a bite for a few hours, maybe that promised muffin would be just right?” I responded.

“Then we had better head down to the kitchen and enjoy these muffins. You do have them, right?” she pointed out, bouncing up and down like one of these overly exuberant insanely elastic rubber balls.

“Sure thing!” I responded, giving her a tiny push, finding her bounce out of the room, down the flight of stairs and into the kitchen in an instant with me biting her tail.

“Here!”.. “I found it, I found them!” she then chanted rampantly and in an insanely exuberantly for all the world to hear; or was it for all of creation?

“Oh yeah. I guess I can trust you in finding anything. Even if it wasn’t really there in the first place. Unless you have a muffin hide out all over the place before hoof, Pinkie?” I expressed with a gleeful grin.

“I guess I can stick my muzzle just a bit farther than most!” she pointed out, ignorant of my silly glee.

“If any Pony tried to reach as far as you, they had been stretched out infinitely, and then split up several times over!” I teased.

“On that note, I guess that stretch set a certain Minotaur by the name of Iron Will back, when I towered up over him!” she just giggled in amusement thinking back at the moment.

“Isn’t he at least thrice your height? How can a regular Pony tower over him?” I pointed out.

“Normally, yes. I take it; that is why it pushed his spirits!” she suggested.

“These muffins are delicious, Pinkie!” I exclaimed as I had taken the first bite.

“Of course they are, Twilly. I would never have brought them up if they were not!” she merely poked at me.

“That certainly does sound like you, Pinkie!” I responded.

“Now, the only thing missing is a pitcher of cider!” she pointed out, pulling it out of her mane and pouring a glass each.

“Thank you, Pinkie, that is very thoughtful of you!” I pointed out.

“You are quite welcome, Twilly!” she responded, gulping down her cider as she washed down yet another muffin.