NaNoWriMo2015 Oneshot Colletction

Sunrider awoke with a groan. His head was roaring like an angry dragon had taken up residence, his mouth was dry as the badlands, and he just knew it was a bad idea to open his eyes. So instead, he buried his muzzle further into his pillow. His soft, lavender scented, warm… pillow?

Sunrider froze from the sudden realization that he was holding somepony. Somepony that was not Moonlight. That, he could deal with, as Moonlight was both totally and completely into mares alone, and it had happened more than once. This, however, was him holding a pony he had no idea the identity of at the moment—though he had a couple of guesses—and whom he wasn’t sure wouldn’t feel the same way about suddenly waking up in a strong embrace.

He then realized something else rather suddenly. Sunrider was no longer his normal he… he was now a she. There was a moment of mental short circuiting as he realized how little else had changed despite the plumbing.  She was still just as powerful, and only slightly smaller in overall size, but she was still a she. Sunrider also was of the serious opinion he didn’t want to open his eyes now more than ever and find out who it was in his arms.

That choice was quickly taken out of his hooves as his ‘pillow’ giggled. “Finally awake?” the amused, feminine voice asked.

“No…” Sun groaned. “I can’t be awake. That would mean I’ve have to accept this is reality…”

There was another giggle. “Oh, and you don’t want to do that?” the mare asked, her voice becoming more recognizable. “Why not?”

“Because it would mean that not only am I in bed with a surely beautiful mare, I’m also female… again, and probably somewhere completely unknown in Canterlot,” Sun answered, still not removing his face from thoroughly buried in the mane of the mare. If he couldn’t see it, it wasn’t happening, it didn’t matter what the rest of his senses were saying, he couldn’t see, then it wasn’t happening. No matter how foalish that logic was.

“Ah,” the mare giggled in understanding, though didn’t say anything. If Sun wasn’t wrong, though, she just got herself more comfortable. That wasn’t supposed to happen!

“So, is she awake yet,” Moonlight’s voice asked from off to the side, her amusement far more obvious in her tone.

“Yep, but he’s in denial,” Nightingale answered, the name to the voice finally making its way into his mind. “I think she wants to hide from the world in my mane.”

“Yep, sounds like Sunny,” Moonlight replied. “I’m surprised she hasn’t fainted again. Well, whenever you convince her that this isn’t a dream, breakfast is ready.”

“So, are you going to believe this isn’t a dream yet?” Nightingale asked Sunrider after a moment, amusement still in her tone.

“Do I have any choice?” Sun asked resignedly.

“Not really. This isn’t a dream, so the sooner you accept it, the sooner we can eat.” Sun was certain she imagined the suggestive undertone to that. She had to be, otherwise she might just faint.

Sun took a deep breath. The sudden flood of the lavender scent did not do ANYTHING to help her nerves. Right after, she pulled her head back and opened her eyes. It was worse on her nerves when she opened her eyes, as it was at that point she was forced to accept that fact that she was in bed, holding another mare close.

The mare had a soft brown coat, a variegated mane of a darker brown, while her eyes were a soft, honey brown colour as she looked right back into Sun’s eyes. Sun felt his face skip red and fire straight to maroon at the mare held strongly in her arms.

Sun slowly disengaged both legs and wings from the mare with him on the large, messy bed, and slowly stood up, clearly working very hard to hold herself from fainting. Nightningale giggled as she rolled off the bed and to her feet. She didn’t recognize the place, so figured she was at one of the other three’s place.

Sun led the way to kitchen, Nightingale following close behind. They entered to see Moonlight working in the kitchen, whistling away as she worked. Sun quickly moved over to help, clearly trying to distract herself from Nightingale and Velvet, the latter of which was sitting at the table. A table quickly made her way over to as well, ducking out of the way of Sun and Moonlight, the two of which seemed to be working extremely well together.

Nightingale grinned at Velvet, who quickly returned it. “Just what happened last night?” she asked. “All I remember is that it was fun.”

Velvet giggled. “Basically, we got really drunk, Sun got turned into a mare, we ended up back at her place, and I had amazing sex with Moonlight,” she summarized. “And I think you might have done the dirty with Sunny, but I’m not completely sure.”

Nightingale nodded. “And you remember all that?”

“No. Moonlight told me what happened,” Velvet said with a laugh. “How it is she remembers, though, is something I don’t know. “

“Magical recall,” Sun said, coming over with two large plates of breakfast, one on either wing. She stuck one in front of Nightingale and one in front of a seat she took. Moonlight was right behind, doing the same, but with Velvet. “Her sister is extremely gifted with magic, and extremely paranoid. It resulted in a fair few mental wards she’s told me about.”

Moonlight giggled. “Oh, now you’re talkative.”

“Not the same situation, Moon,” Sun immediately retorted. “Not the same situation.”

“Oh?” Nightingale asked curiously. “Why not?”

Sun sighed. “Romantic attentions,” she stated. “It’s weird, and probably not healthy, but it’s what words.”

Nightingale nodded, some amusement hidden beneath her expression. Something teasing as well. “So if I flirted with you…?” she began with a giggle. Sun nodded. “Ah, that’s too bad. I was kind of looking forward to a round I could actually remember.”

Sun’s face immediately exploded into a massive blush, before she shook her head quickly, though it didn’t seem like there was really any real head behind it. More trying to get an image out of her head than actually deny Nightingale. “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said. She took a breath, before glancing over at the clock. “I… I really should be getting to work. Moonlight, can you lock up?” she asked, standing up and seeming to be eager to get out of the room, discomfort clear in the way she help herself.

“Yeah, sure,” Moonlight giggled. Sunrider immediately took that opportunity to bolt, an afterimage of her almost visible in the air as she did so.

“Uh, won’t she need to grab something to turn her back into a stallion?” Velvet asked curiously, though not seeming too worried.

Moonlight shook her head. “I think Sunny keeps a set of antidotes for that potion at the hospital,” she explained, giggling.

“Hospital?” Nightingale asked curiously.

“He’s a physical therapist that works primarily with foals and teens. It’s one of the few places I can see him actually confident in himself,” Moonlight replied with a small smile.

The other two mares nodded. “So, will we get to see her again?” Nightingale asked curiously. Sun seemed like a pony she might want to get to know better. And not necessarily in the sense of innuendo.

“Well, since Velvet here is now my coworker, we can definitely see plenty more of each other,” Moonlight answered with a smirk.

“Wait, you’re with the Royal Equestrian Ballet?” Nightingale asked in surprise.

“Lead skydancer,” Moonlight answered without any real hint of arrogance or even just plain pride.

Nightingale nodded, her eyes suddenly wide as she realized just why Velvet might have taken so long to loosen up. “Oh, come on, it’s not that big of a deal,” Moonlight complained quietly, blushing.

“Not that big of a deal? With how competitive the Ballet is!?” Velvet practically yelled at the mare. Nightingale had to agree, though she wasn’t quite so vocal about it.  She did have to hold back a small smirk at the increasing blush on Moonlight’s face. The little Pegasus was cute like that.

“Fine, so I’m okay,” the white mare admitted. Velvet looked like she wanted to argue about Moonlight being more than okay, but held her tongue.

“I should probably be getting home,” Velvet said after a moment. “Thanks for the great night, and breakfast.” She smiled at Nightingale and then took off.

Nightingale looked over at Moonlight. “You really think it’s not that big of a deal?” she asked honestly.

Moonlight sighed. “No, I understand how big of a deal it is,” she admitted quietly. “I just say that because I don’t want to sound arrogant. To be thought of as that diva mare. I’m not the kind of mare that goes around flaunting things like that.”

Nightingale nodded in understanding. “You know that making it out like it’s not as big a deal as it really is almost makes you sound more arrogant, right?”

Moonlight sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I know,” she said, “but I can’t let it go to my head. Or I’ll end up like the first Prima Donna I ever worked with.” Moonlight made a face. “A bitch and a half, that one.”

Nightingale giggled. “I think I understand that,” she said, thinking of her own Prima Donna. “But we don’t control our Primas.”

Moonlight nodded. “We really should get together. Go out another time, this time sober.”

Nightingale nodded. “Yeah we should.” She glanced at the time. “I should be going. I need to check in with my roommate before she starts worrying. I guess I’ll see you around?”

Moonlight smiled. “You bet. It was great meeting you, and I hope we have a chance to get to know each other a little better another time,” Moonlight said with a giggle and a wink.

Nightingale stood up, laughing. “You and me both,” she said as she left. “See you around Moonlight!”

“See you around,” Moonlight called after Nightingale, laughter clear in her voice as well as Nightingale left the building, smiling with a small skip in her step. That had been fun, and she really did hope to meet those two again another time. Hopefully with Velvet Step as well, though for now they’d go their separate ways.  She couldn’t wait until they met again.