It Could Have Been a Good Morning
The hangover is not the worst
Starlight slowly opened her eyes. Dream remnants were floating before them, disappearing one by one. Hugging tightly her pillow, she vainly tried to come back to these sweet illusions. A terrible headache kept her from doing anything. She groaned silently, pain hitting her harder and harder. Never. Again. She will never touch any alcoholic drink ever again. Moaning more, she buried herself in the bed, closing her eyes tightly. Didn't work. The pain was strong enough she wanted to shout. She sighed. It wasn’t worth trying anymore. She will never get back to sleep now. Better open those eyes.
Blue. It was... blue. Uh? She was sure her sheets were purple. She had carefully chosen them to be her favorite colour. Why blue? It was moving. Slowly. A bit too much to be mere fabric. Moving? Her ears caught a light breathing at her side. Breathing? At last, her eyes got clear. In front of her was the peaceful face of an unicorn with a beautiful blue coat and an ecstatic smile. TRIXIE?!
Her mouth formed words without ever pronouncing them. What HAPPENED yesterday? OK, she drank; maaaybe a bit too much. Memories were slowly coming back to her while her eyes were still glued to the mare on the other side of the bed. The party. Pinkie had organized a party for Celestia knew which occasion. Probably celebrating the end of the previous one. Applejack had opened a barrel of Sweet Apple Acres special cider. She couldn’t remember the taste anymore. All that remained on her tongue was some strange sweet and sour mix. But AJ and Dash had managed to pull her into their drinking contest. And...
And everything was dark. Well, not exactly. Some brief memories were coming back to her, one by one. Glasses in a long line in front of her. The two other mares drinking them like it was nothing. Three glasses she drank herself. Black. The orange and blue mares looking at her with worried looks. She was lying on the Map table, and probably not saying anything really coherent. Trixie appeared by her side. They talked. And talked. And... Oh colt of a b... She hadn't... She hadn't said... Her cheeks got slightly pinker. She felt a bit dizzy. But the actual discussion remained a mystery. Only thing she knew for sure: in the next flash, she was kissing Trixie. Deeply. Dash, saying in the background that they should get a room, that there were plenty in the castle. Her, responding with a provocative smile, unsure on her hooves, rubbing her croup and her tail on Trixie. They left the room together, one supporting the other. She felt her blood leaving her head to pile in her guts. Oh by the holy mother of the princesses, she hadn't...
She felt something humid around her crotch. Like some of her hair was stuck together. That... left no doubt about what had happened afterward. Dizziness intensified. What? What, what, what, what, what? WHAT?! From pink, her cheeks had now evolved to some deep red. What did they... How did they... Trixie must have been drunk. At least as much as her. Didn't she? But... She was the one that had supported her until her room. She couldn't have been this drunk. Then... Why? How?
Slowly, she felt her body being able to move again. Panic was still hitting her strongly. She had to find answers, to know what happened. She slowly moved out of the bed, careful not to make the sheets move more than strictly needed, her eyes still on the sleeping mare. She couldn't calm her breath. Her mind was circling the same thoughts again and again. What? Why? How? How did she get there? How could she do that? With her best friend! Why? How?
She took off running, exiting the room as quick as possible. She had to put her mind back to work. She had to stop those questions, to think straight again. And she had to do that by any means possible. Cold shower, water, wall, whatever. She had to do it. She had to bring some clarity back in her mind.
Seriously, WHAT?! What had happened yesterday? What was she thinking?! How could she go to bed with Trixie? What did she do? What did they do?! She had to find the answer. And she had to find it before Trixie woke up. Impossible... But she had to. She had to find it before her friend realized what happened. Turning suddenly, she entered the kitchen.
“Eh, hi, Starlight!”
Twilight, close to the oven, looked like she was cooking herself and Spike some breakfast.
“So, how did it end yest—”
The unicorn couldn't hear the end of the sentence, making her teacher mane fly when she ran by her. She caught sight of a barrel of water on the other side of the room. Perfect! She didn't think further. It would be perfect to put her thoughts back on track. New tight turn, and she was there, diving in the barrel. It was more... caustic than she thought. Uh... Wait... Vinegar...
She quickly got her head out, sending droplets all around the barrel. Getting her hooves back to the ground, she coughed, trying to get the acidity out of her trachea, her eyes full of tears. Until some actual water went to hit her right in the face, enough to wash most of the remaining irritating liquid. She slowly turned toward the other beings in the room. In front of her was Spike, a bucket in hands, angrily staring at her. On the other side of the room, Twilight was looking at her, slightly worried, though even that couldn't hide the mocking smile her lips tried to draw.
“Twilight...” sheepishly asked Starlight. “Could you... Could you remind me what happened between Trixie and me, yesterday?”
“Wait... You really don't remember?” asked her teacher, her face clearly showing her disbelief.
The unicorn slowly shook a “no” with her head. Rolling her eyes, the princess of friendship gave her assistant his breakfast. From a small movement of the head, she made sure he went to another room, but not without some disapproving glances from the young dragon. Ignoring them, the alicorn came back to the breakfast she was preparing.
“Trixie arrived quite late. At least, late enough you were already way into your... contest with Applejack and Rainbow Dash. After you tumbled onto the table, actually. I don't know exactly what you said to each other, but it wasn't long before you pinned her to the table...”
“Before I...?”
“Yes,” said Twilight, stating a fact.
“And she...?”
“Didn't resist. At all.”
“And you really have no idea on what we said, don't you?”
“Starlight, I don't spy on you!” The alicorn voice had gotten a bit softer, “Moreover...”
“Moreover?”
At least, the lavender mare had the decency to look away, looking flustered. “Moreover... Well... Luna arrived soon after Trixie. I couldn't leave her alone. I mean, she is a princess too, I had to go to see her. And entertain her. That is my duty as a fellow princess. So... I couldn't really look after you. And anyway, it's not like you were in any kind of danger.”
After this obvious lie, the cheeks of the young princess took on a more pinkish colour. Starlight smirked. At least, she wasn't the only one who had some “quality time” yesterday. She looked back at the tray her teacher was preparing. Two plates, same meal. Twilight looked at her, her eyes clearly stating she'd like this discussion to finish as soon as possible. It didn't take long to the unicorn to reach the correct conclusion.
“Ah... Right... I... will let you deliver this.”
Twilight returned her gaze with an approving and slightly encouraging smile. Starlight tried to answer with a reassuring one. Her success was debatable. Anyway, the alicorn happily got out of the room, carrying the tray. The unicorn could have sworn she was cheerfully humming.
Alone again. She sighed. Nothing had changed, she hadn't got any new information. Well, nothing good comes with an empty stomach. She was in the kitchen, she could at least grab something to eat. She looked through the cupboards, opening them mindlessly and closing without even registering what was in. Still in a daze... She heard the sound of hoofsteps behind her. Looking in their direction, she saw Trixie appearing at the kitchen’s door. Leaning against its frame, she was harboring her usual smug smile. Starlight tried desperately to find an explanation.
“Well, love,” said Trixie, cutting her thoughts short, “did you like your own private show of the Great and Powerful Trixie’s show?”
Oooh fuck.
Author's Note
Here comes my first story on this website. I really didn't thought it would be this one x).
This story was originally written in French, in a weekly challenge I am doing. I saw Dilarus' pics, and couldn't stop myself trying to write some context, before I even knew it was the cover of another fic. And, since I wanted Dil to be able to read, I translated it to english too. Then, Javarod said I should post it here, so... Here it is. I hope it is readable, and you somehow enjoy it. I should have a bit more time in a few months, and may try to translate a bit more of my texts.