The life and times of Lafayette Ryder

A cold damp feeling on my neck wakes me up. Right above my face is Twilight smiling at me. She nuzzles my neck again and sits back on her haunches.

“Wake up sleepy head.” She singsongs softly.

“Morning Twilight, how’d you sleep?”

“It could have been better…” She mumbles something.

“I didn’t quite catch that, what did you say?”

“Oh nothing, I made pancakes, do you want some?”

“Sure, I’ll be down in a minute.” Twilight gets up and walks down stairs. I blink my eyes and grab my glasses, I must be seeing things; Twilight never sways her hips like that when she walks. I shower and dress quickly before following the scent of hot batter downstairs.

In the kitchen there is a mammoth stack of hot, fluffy, syrupy pancakes just waiting for me besides a large glass of milk. I chow down, barely stopping to chew my food.

“Thish ish delishuosh Twi!” I call to her in the other room while stuffing my face with even more food.

“I’m glad that you like it!’ she calls back.

Im too busy eating to notice Twilight’s outfit as she walks back in. I pull a seat out for her to sit down and join me. Instead of sitting next to me she nuzzles my neck again.

“Sup Twi?” I ask after I inhale the last remnants of the pancake tower from my plate.

“Nothing much, Spring began today.”

“I remember you said something earlier about sending all the foals to someplace, Appleoosa I think it was, for the start of spring. Why’s that?”

“Oh, it’s just that some of the Spring festivities are ‘adults only’.”

“Ah, keggers in the park or something like that?”

“Yeah, something like that, Applejack took them over this morning.”

“The foals?”

“Yep, so now we’re all alone. Together. Oh whatever shall we do?”

This whole conversation has been a bit weird but this comment in particular is beyond odd. I look over at twilight for the first time since I’ve been down here; all I can think is ‘Damn’.”

Twilight is all decked out in makeup, a frilly lace saddle, and thigh high purple and pink striped socks.

She nuzzles my neck once more and repeats her question.

“Oh what shall we do?” her eyelashes bat and she bites her lower lip.

“Want to go for a ride in my new truck?” the comment takes her by surprise.

“No, maybe later, but I was thinking of something else. Something we could do indoors, maybe, I don’t know, in the bedroom.”

“Chess?” I offer.

“No, no, something more physical.” Her voice is soft and sweet but I can hear the underlying emotions in it. I can read twilight like the books we both love so much.”

“Twister?”

“How about something… a bit more intimate?”

“Dancing?”

“…” She grimaces.

I smile at her and her frown softens. “I was thinking that we could share a bottle of wine and ‘chat’ for a bit. Maybe sit together on my bed and discuss ‘politics’.” I can tell by the emphasis of certain words that she meant them in very different ways from the Webster’s definition.

“Twilight Sparkle,” She looks in my eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Maybe.”

“You need a bit of practice, let me show you.” I take her hoof and kiss the spot where the sock ends and her fur begins, I kiss an inch above that and an inch above that. I continue my ascent until I’m looking in her eyes.

“Twilight Sparkle,” She whinny’s softly. “Would you care to accompany me upstairs and share a bottle of wine?”

“MmmHmm!” she nods her head vigorously and bites her lip again.

“After you.” I point the way and she runs to the stairs in a flash.

With a small grin I follow.