Baking a little magic

"Hey, Twilight," Pinkie whispered as she rocked her awake, receiving a groan in reply. "Twilight, I have to get up for work; I don't want to go without a goodbye kiss..."

Twilight opened her eyes upon hearing "Goodbye kiss". She scooted up and leaned in, locking lips with Pinkie. She moved her hoof over and stroked Pinkie's chest, unwilling to let her until she showed her how much she wanted her to stay. "We could stay in bed all day... And just have fun?" Twilight suggested, giving Pinkie her best "bedroom eyes."

Unfortunately, Pinkie found herself immune and slowly got out of bed, kissing Twilight on the nose. "I'm sorry, the Cakes expect me to be there before ten... I can come round after, if you want?"

Twilight found herself frowning, she didn't want Pinkie to leave, "I guess that's okay... I can just keep myself company until you come back..." she said, using her best sexy voice to temp Pinkie back into bed.

"Twilight, Please. I don't want to go, don't make it harder..."

Twilight leaned back and sighed, "Sorry, I just want to spend more time with you..."

Pinkie moved forwards, leaning her front on the bed. She held Twilight's hoof and smiled, "Maybe we can go to watch a movie, or stay in and read?" She rolled her eyes, "it's up to you, I don't mind. Most ponies think I can't do anything but party, but you know better."

"That I do, you do lots of things..." Twilight purred, squeezing Pinkies hoof.

Pinkie let go and made her way out of the room. Twilight felt alone for the first time in days; the rest of her friends not knowing, other than Applejack.

She couldn't rely on them, what would they think? Twilight knew they wouldn't react like AJ, but it doesn't stop the nerves that were bubbling up inside her at the thought of the town finding out: it wasn't exactly a hub of sexual diversity.

Twilight knew the reason that the restaurants didn't have any tables, wasn't because they were booked up, but because she was a filly-fooler. As much as that phrase hurt her; she was.

They wouldn't serve her because half of this Celestia dawned town was prejudiced against her sexual preference. Even though the Princess knew, and helped her through her teenage years, it would always be a source of pain, no matter where she went; bigoted ponies made sure of that.

Twilight sighed and pulled the pillow that Pinkie had slept on down, between her legs and held it. She sniffed it, sighing as she breathed in Pinkie's scent, drawing strength.

Twilight was certain that she had bonded to Pinkie; A tradition as old as mating. Two ponies would become one and never cheat or love another.

This hurt Twilight as she knew that Pinkie didn't feel that way. Heck, she didn't know if Pinkie knew about the tradition.

Shaking her head, she thought about something different: her heat. She had her heat cycle coming up and she had to make sure Pinkie knew, before she held her down and did unspeakable things.

Twilight didn't want to use that one spell that would cause Pinkie to... well, they would be able to have kids. She didn't need a foal on the way to complicate things.

Either way, that wasn't for another few weeks; she had plenty of time to think about that. Now though, she was hungry: that meant breakfast.

"Spike!" She shouted, getting out of bed and levitating the covers off, bundling them up. "Spike!" She screamed, getting annoyed that her assistant wasn't answering.

"Geez, what is it?" Spike replied, walking out of the basement. "No need to scream..."

Twilight rolled her eyes, "Can you make me some breakfast please, I have to wash these," She asked, showing the bundled up covers to him. She made her way downstairs and towards the backdoor.

"Fine," Spike said, waddling over to the fridge. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Whatever is fine." Twilight found last night's activity spot on the covers and set to work, scrubbing it out. She sighed, wishing she was with Pinkie right now; they could be doing so much.

She imagined them taking walks through the Whitetail Woods, eating strawberries at a picnic or simply hanging out and sharing stories with each other.

Her mood dropped as she remembered that they would have to tell their friends. 'Applejack knows and is surprisingly okay with it; I would have expected her to be the one that wouldn't be.'

She scrubbed harder, the stubborn stain refusing to budge, 'Rarity would probably be okay, save for the awkward questions. Rainbow is already into mares, so she would accept us.'

Finally! The stain broke apart, Twilight smiled and started to wash the rest of the bedding. 'Fluttershy is a wildcard, I would expect her to be happy, but appearances can be deceiving. She might have untold feelings about this.'

Finishing her internal monologue, Twilight levitated the covers up and ringed them out. After, she placed them in the tumble dryer. Turning to leave the kitchen, she noticed a plate of cold toast next to where she had been standing.

She sighed and threw the toast away, not in the mood to eat now anyway. After going upstairs and having a shower, Twilight found Spike sitting in his basket, reading a comic, "Hey Spike, I'm going out for a while, you can go round Rarity's if you want. I'll pick you up later."

He looked up, "Sure." Placing his comic down, he jumped up and ran out, leaving Twilight standing there.

"Don't say goodbye then..." she mumbled, just as a crash shook the library.