A/N: Ah, a subject hardly touched upon in canon. I tried my best. Hey, at least mine isn't as so nonsensical as those who refuse to use grammar. Regardless, enjoy, and I do hope you read the prequel! Otherwise, beyond here, you will be completely (or mostly) lost.
It was finally that day. The day that every little pony dreams about, but only a little filly, like I was, plans so meticulously, wishing for it to be perfect. The day that beholds the most sacred form of unity, matrimony, and one that I half-expected might never come.
The day of my wedding.
Planning the actual event was both a chore, and a breeze. Since Pinkie was quite a party planner, she already had the reception down, and the wedding was just a couple steps from that. Unfortunately, Pinkie seemed to be even more compulsive with the details than me, insisting that everything was 'perfect and then some', because 'I deserved it'. It was sweet, but very troublesome. I mean, it is best to give 100%, but any more...can be pretty troublesome.
The location was actually quite the easy bit-we decided to have it in a fairly open area, doing away with the need to renovate a whole chapel-sized room for it to happen. Considering that we could easily keep the skies clear, an outdoors wedding sounded great to both of us. Fresh air and sunshine definitely fit the bill.
Now, when it came to cake(...she's Pinkie Pie)...I swear, she was worse than Rarity obsessing over the placement of a gem on a dress. She first started with a traditional vanilla-iced layer cake, decided that it was 'too boring', and I had to catch her after she went through maybe 20 different selections. I had to remind her that it was just cake, and the most important thing on that day was, in fact, not the cake, but rather, us.
Working out the whole gown issue was actually easier than I thought. Same-gender unions were not entirely unheard of, but they were rare enough that there was actually not a set custom on who wore what, which worried me. Pinkie so ingeniously pointed out that, despite traditions, there was no outright requirement for both gowns to be white. Tradition, I preferred to follow, but when I considered that I was breaking tradition in more ways than one already, to be with her, I shrugged it aside. It was worth it.
So we went to Rarity, who was absolutely jumping with excitement, even long after we told her of our engagement. A bit of back and forth, and she agreed to whip something up for the 'most dashing, trendsetting couple in Ponyville'.
That felt both flattering and a little unsettling.
The eventual result was, indeed, still, two gowns, but still actually focused off of a basic dress design. Simple, yet meaningful was quite obviously the intent. Pinkie's was a bright, almost-sparkling cyan, with only minimal fringing gold leaf around the edges.
I have to say, when she first tried it on, I had to hold my jaw up to keep it from shattering. I'd admired Pinkie Pie more than once before, but the job that Rarity did with outlining her physique was...flawless. Surely enough, the color scheme helped to bring out the most entrancing thing about her: her irises, which also happened to be a fairly bright cyan. The addition of the veil did little to even hide any detail of her face, though in all honesty, it wasn't meant to. Regardless, it framed her so perfectly, it was almost unearthly.
And I also noticed something else: while Rarity had tried to stick close to tradition as well, I noticed just the few tiniest tweaks that there were. It was unexplainable, but somehow, it brought out both her side of gentle, playful puffiness around the middle, and yet the 'well-toned from so much partying' side as well.
Again, my jaw nearly hit the floor there.
As for my gown, however, Rarity said she had to 'think pretty hard' about it, but I was actually pretty pleased with the result. It was carefully between the shades of midnight blue, and lavender-purple, which I soon realized was dark enough to pass for both a gown, and at the least, the coloring of a rather impromptu tuxedo. To match Pinkie's, a minimal tracing of gold leaves ringed the bottom.
I thought it was pretty good, but Pinkie's compliments dwarfed my own opinions. She consistently smothered me in kisses, unable to stop saying that I looked like 'the most beautiful pony ever', and that she might be jealous if it weren't her that I was interested in.
I had to stop listening eventually, else my head might have turned as red as a tomato and stayed that way.
With that, we both thanked Rarity, and returned to planning the ceremony's other details.
Pinkie wanted to invite everypony-LITERALLY-while I simply wanted close friends, and my family there. While it was certainly a special day, I didn't want to exactly be surrounded by ponies I didn't even quite know.
After quite a bit, we came to an agreement: we would do it my way, but she got a small extra of 5 ponies to invite, so that she wouldn't be completely dwarfed.
Up next, was choosing the bridesmaids. Quite obviously, the choice would be our closest friends, as they would be ponies we trusted most for both support and reliability. Unfortunately, there was a small problem: Rainbow Dash (of all ponies), claimed she couldn't make it, but she did as well reassure me that she'd love to. Apparently, there were issues that she preferred not to talk about, and I left it at that.
And with that, we had to find a way to even out the sides at 2 bridesmaids each, because call me crazy, but I preferred symmetry. Eventually, we both agreed that Roseluck could fill in for Rainbow. I only knew her as much as a friendly acquaintance, but since her and Pinkie were most definitely best friends, she fit the bill well enough.
Then there came the small issue of what might happen during the ceremony with the rings: while I was, yes, a unicorn, and it was traditional to place the ring on their horn, the centerpiece for their magical abilities, Pinkie was an earth pony. After quite a bit of research, we decided that the most fitting course of action would be, for aesthetic and functional purposes, to use a tiara instead. That rid both the issue of her not having a horn, and the issue of where we might argue of putting it on. Crazily enough, she insisted upon the tip of her ear, no matter how much I tried to say otherwise, until that idea came up. I do have to say I was pretty thankful for that.
All that was left was to find an officiate to perform the ceremony. Curiously enough, Spike burped up a letter just seconds after we began discussing the subject. It was none other than Princess Celestia herself. She said that she'd be more than happy to be there for her most faithful student, especially on such a special day, and offered to officially officiate herself.(What a tongue twister, am I right?)
And so, it was settled, eavesdropping princess or not. Every detail started falling into place, and I couldn't help but to fidget at night, both my stomach and my heart churning nervously in both fear and anticipation. What if I tripped and looked like a total idiot? What if I stuttered during my vows? What if, what if, what if, and what if ran through my head constantly, contesting with the urge to speed through time, being at the day immediately.
And now, it had finally arrived.
I stood at the end of the impromptu 'aisle' formed by the humble congregation before me, trying my hardest to keep my grin from bursting any wider than it already was. My stomach quivered, both from anxiety and excitement. I could hardly believe I was there.
"Are you feeling all right?" I almost jumped as a voice came from my right, but refrained from the impulse. My gaze darted to the side, but my head remained level. Besides me stood the figure of Shiny, who stared straight ahead as well, but his gaze shifted to me as well. I found just the tiniest sense of deja vu in the situation, but more so in reverse.
"I'm nervous," I managed out of the corner of my mouth. The mild chatter in front of us was enough to conceal any quiet speaking, and we did have just a little bit before our walk down the aisle, the walk of my dreams.
"Don't be." I found it amazing how easy it was to look professional, while conversing out of the side of your mouth. "We're all here for you, and we're definitely going to make sure your special day is the best one of your life. If-" My brother suddenly cut off, as a familiar-yet-not tune began playing off to the side.
My eyes drifted subconsciously over, to where the 3rd Canterlot Cello Quartet (in a way) cued us on. Of the four playing, there was but one I recognized: Octavia. Luckily enough for me, Pinkie did manage to get her to persuade a small section to split away from their home orchestra for the event.
She gave just the tiniest nod, and the tiniest smile, not ceasing her playing all the while, and I smiled as well, more from nervousness, before returning my gaze back forward.
The first step that me and Shining Armor took was almost dream-like, and I did indeed nearly fall over as I felt nearly weightless, but I adjusted quickly, despite the disorienting euphoria.
Straight up ahead, I caught sight of Pinkie. She stood waiting, a placid smile plastered onto her face, as much as was socially acceptable. But her eyes spoke much more to me, glimmering in a multi-meaning message that I could only hope to guess at.
Step-by-slowed step, my eyes drifted slowly to the side, taking in the ponies on both sides. To my predominant left, there was my mother and my father, who I felt half tempted to wave at. They had the biggest grins on their faces, with my mom looking half-ready to cry tears of joy.
My gaze quickly returned right, away from many, many other ponies that my gaze caught but did not alight on.
Unfortunately, the view was blocked by my BBBFF, so I instead returned my gaze forward.
Despite feeling like I was in a dream, this was a good one if anything, and before I knew it, I was already standing right there in the center of attention, whereupon I turned to orient myself to the crowd, as I should have been in the first place.
I couldn't resist just a quick look to my right, though. Pinkie looked just as elated as me, possibly more, and it was all I could do not to break pose, reaching over to hug her.
"Mares and gentlecolts," I half jumped as the princess began her address, booming slightly in my ears in the silence I hadn't noticed, before suddenly feeling twice as nervous, or perhaps regretful. I hadn't even bothered to give her a glance as I walked up...
She seemed to be rather uncaring, however, instead continuing on. "We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Twilight Sparkle, element of Magic, and Pinkie Pie, element of Laughter." Whereas before the silence was unnoticeable, it was now deafening in my own ears.
I must have gone so far as to shaking, however, because the sudden contact against one of my hooves surprised me. I turned to find Pinkie staring at me, smiling and offering her hoof.
I didn't hesitate to take hold of her hoof with my own, slowly attempting to uncoil myself as she gently squeezed it as if to say, 'I'm here'.
"...if anypony has any objections to these two being wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
Fortunately for both me and her, I knew no pony who would object unless they had a rightful reason, and the reassuring silence of the crowd did a small amount to calm my nerves. Just a small amount.
After a few seconds of silence, Princess Celestia continued. "The brides-to-be-" OK, I have to admit I was expecting 'the bride and the...other bride', but she pulled that off reasonably well. "-will now exchange their special vows."
Why it was said with such emphasis, I had no idea. But I knew exactly what I did have to say. Synchronously, both me and Pinkie turned to each other.
I found myself pausing in the moment, my heart giving an uneasy fluttering as I took in the final, full implications of the day.
Here I was, standing with the love of my life, prepared to enter a lifetime of commitment and love, which was no small task. I certainly wouldn't turn back if given the chance, but something did seem...almost chilling about it.
Ordinarily, if this were a normal ceremony, I might be prompted, and perhaps that was the chill. But since I'd been many times more compulsive than anypony, I knew enough to proceed without prompt.
I inwardly shook my head, before taking a deep breath. "I, Twilight Starshine Sparkle-" Yes, I felt inclined to say my middle name that almost nopony knew. I didn't know why, either. "-take you, Pinkamena Diane Pie, to be my wife, my partner in life, and my one true love."
Uncontrollable by me, I felt a grin slowly overtake my face, but I didn't quite mind either. Standing in the spot of my dreams, holding the most eccentric yet lovable pony straight by the hoof...I was allowed a smile, right? "I will cherish our union, and love you more each day than I did the day before. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together."
I couldn't help but to inwardly smile as I saw the beginnings of a blush form on Pinkie's face. It was just...cute. And even I had to hold a gentle 'd'aw' as I proceeded onwards.
"I give you my hoof, my heart, and my love, from this day forward for as long as we both shall live. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, that's a promise both for you and from me."
The Pinkie Promise was an idea of both our own, an incantation that nearly every pony knew, and would understand the severity of, yet reflecting a bit of her as well. And it fit so perfectly.
Me and Pinkie had been through so much together, and I just couldn't help but to love her more with each obstacle we overcame. Each single word that I spoke, I meant, and each single twinge of emotion fired off per word was almost too much to bear.
And then...she spoke up herself after beaming just a bit wider, and launching off at a rate that would astonish many ponies, indeed: "Me, Pinkamena Diane Pie, definitely takes you, Twilight...Starshine Sparkle, to be my wife, my clever little silly filly, and my one and only true love. I will always enjoy our time together, and I will love you three times as much as the day before. I will let you speak your mind, I will hold you when you cry, and let you do the same for me, always keeping my love for you as strong as it should be, through both fun times and not. I give you my hoof, my heart, my love,and my whole self, from today and later on, as long as we both can still hug each other. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye so as the Pinkie Promise confirms!"
It took even myself, accustomed to Pinkie's rants and ramblings at hyper speed, several seconds to decipher what she had said. But regardless, as I did, I felt my own cheeks start burning hotly as I heard this hyper-speed display of love.
It looked like I truly was the 'blushing bride'.
With as little fanfare as possible-besides an essential musical cue from Octavia and the others-a select two ponies split aside from their places besides the small, decorational arch of ivory that loomed half over, half away from us.
I smiled as I turned to the one who approached me; a red velvet cushion balanced ever so precariously on her head, with one of the most simplistic, yet elaborate tiaras I'd ever come to see.
I took figurative hold of it with my magic, nodding and smiling for perhaps the twentieth time in ten minutes.
"We're proud of ya', Twi'."
That didn't come from me, but rather, from the orange mare in front of me. It was spoken just quietly enough for only me to hear, in lieu of adopting a more distinguished tone.
And with that, she quickly turned and returned to her place, leaving me only to smile and think through that encounter.
Time enough for dwelling later, though. The time of my life was now, and I definitely intended to go through with it.
I turned (once more), coming to lock eyes with Pinkie once more. She only grinned ever wider, which in turn only grew my own smile.
Without a word, I gently placed the golden crown atop her ears, before simply gazing once more at her. The pony who I only once knew as a completely random stranger-who I have to admit, grew into a very comparatively tame and mature mare very quickly in retrospect to time- I felt I knew her more than any pony else. But...why? Why did simple affection give me the right to claim knowledge over a pony? Did it even do that?
What she did do, however, was a sign of her own affection. She gently took hold of the very ring she had presented on that fateful night, and very gently, placed it on my horn.
The silence, for once...didn't bother me.
"I now pronounce you mare, and wife." And this time, instead of a semblance of, it was now a full smile that played onto Celestia's lips. "You may now both kiss the bride."
Time came to its most recent, and final standstill as I finally leaned in, prepared to seal the biggest decision of my life.
Our lips finally met as the world around us erupted, both in cheers and musical flourish, but I was mostly deaf to all of that.
And as I pulled back, blushing furiously and hardly even caring, I smiled ever the wider.
My new life was about to begin, and I got to share it with Pinkie.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N Deux:
Good news and bad news.
Good news: I know exactly where this will go, and what I plan to do.
Bad news: It will take quite a while to organize all of this into chronological order. I plan for some actual character development, and it's no blindingly (...*sidelong glance*...) easy task to make sure that time aids that process. Next update estimated in 1 week to a month, or possibly more.
Chapter 2: The Wedding Night (Mature)
By the time I managed to stumble back into bed, I was tired. Not dead tired, persay, but...well.
I felt the bed shake with a slight plop, before a gentle embrace circled me. I smiled wearily, grabbing the hooves that held me and holding them a bit tighter.
"Was that fun, Twily?" Pinkie sounded almost...smug, and yet at the same time, just as tired as me.
"Fun?" I managed a weak chuckle. "Pinkie, if I'd ever been to a better reception, it'd have to be fueled by some serious magic to top that."
"That's nice to hear." I felt her nuzzle against my neck, taking a few seconds before talking again. "So...we leave in three days?"
I broke her grip, turning on my side to face her. Her expression was-
Of course, I happened to catch it just that crucial second too late. Just as quickly, she shifted straight from 'playfully teasing', to 'incredibly unsure'. I'd learned that she could switch emotions on a dime...but often, it meant something when she did. It was never just her.
I sighed. "All right. Pinkie, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing! Really!" I may have bought the exasperation act on another night, but...she finally relented to my, 'seriously?' stare. "All right, all right, I'll get to it. You do know what tonight's about, right?"
I smiled. As if I needed to explain anything back to her. I was fairly sure we both knew exactly what the subject was now. What else did two ponies do on their wedding night? "Sure do. We talked about it for a week straight, remember?"
"Right. Well..." She shifted around uneasily, avoiding my gaze as much as it was possible. "...I was kind of thinking of making a few changes. You know...spice it up?"
A change in schedule? To be honest, I rather expected that-Pinkie doesn't conform to schedules well. But promises of 'spice'... "Well...that depends. Define 'spice'."
"You know..." she said, waving her hooves around vaguely. "New things. Something not the usual, and-"
"I was speaking more specifically, Pinkie."
"Oh!" she giggled, flopping to face the other side, or the one away from me. "Remember that time we sat down and talked about us that time? And that time with the blanket?"
Two seemingly unrelated events? But why? The first incident in question was when we discussed our dynamics together, and we never did agree on one, the one I'd first realized-trust. And then that one afternoon...I honestly hoped she wasn't suggesting we roll around in a makeshift picnic on the bed. "Yes, I do. Why?"
"Well, I talked to a few ponies, and I found that I really enjoy certain things, but then I was like, 'let's try it with Twily!'. But you have to promise you won't laugh or freak out or anything, all right? Just tell me if it's too...weird for you." All of that being said, while still hanging over the edge of the bed slightly.
I blinked. This behavior seemed awfully familiar, but the last time, I had definitely enjoyed the results. It was worth a shot. "Go ahead. What is it?"
Of all the things that she might have come back up with, however, what she did bring up ranked among the top 5 of, 'woah, I did not expect that a bit'.
At first, the object clenched between her teeth seemed perfectly innocent. It was just a strip of white silk, fairly smooth looking even from a distance. It measured somewhere between 2 and 5 feet long, and for a second, I thought I was staring at the world's largest doily.
She seemed to notice my confusion, however, and smiled sheepishly. "It's, uh...not a doily, if you were thinking that."
Psychic. As always. "So...what? Is that like...going to be confetti?"
She chuckled. "No, silly! Here, I'll demonstrate." And just like that, she tossed it into the air, making an attempt to catch it on her nose, but aiming a little too low, causing it to flop over her eyes.
"Uh, Pinkie, I think you missed."
She just grinned that goofy grin of hers, reaching up to take it off, before tilting her head. "...did I?"
Given the right circumstances, I might have missed it. But just the way she did it, that tiny red color appearing on the edges of her cheeks...
"Oh. Oh." That was pretty much the only word I could get out the moment. She just stared back, waiting for me to get my thoughts back. "So, um...Pinkie, there's nothing...wrong with that, persay, but...is that it? Why were you so...worried?"
She just blushed even deeper, turning to reach for the corner of the bed. I jumped as I felt the mattress itself, shifting myself to an upright position-I doubted I'd be sleeping anyways. She...seemed to be tugging at something that wouldn't quite come up. I wasn't sure whether to ask what it was, or why it was under my mattress.
"Oh, just...not like I could pick it up, anyways!" she shrugged, before hopping awkwardly back, allowing me a clear view of her previous focal point.
Much like the...'cloth', it took a bit to recognize the actual purpose. It seemed to be an oddly shaped piece of cotton-blended fabric, for some reason stretching back under the mattress. There was a hole in the edge, roughly as big, if not slightly bigger than my own hoof.
"So, you..." Well, I was a bit more prepared that time. I had more words than 'oh'. "...you want to incorporate...uhh..."
"Yep!" She confirmed it with about as much ease as setting up a party. "Only not with me!"
Now was the time to be confused, instead of...stunned. Oddities aside, I frowned. "But...it's-"
"My thing?" she shrugged. "Well, yes, but you never know until you try!"
I eyed the...'strap', as I'd decided to call it, once more. It seemed like it fit, since the general purpose did as well. "Pinkie, I'm not even entirely sure what you're asking of me. And, as a side question...why."
"Well, as for what, we've talked about trust, right? So what better way to test it than to have to trust me to do the right things, while you have absolutely no way to do anything and oh my gosh it sounds so great, so you should be lucky!"
"Pinkie, if that's supposed to convince me of anything, it's not working."
She groaned, before looking back at me, her lower lip jutting out.
"Pinkie. No puppy eyes. Please."
Still, she persisted. Glimmering globules of-
"All right, all right!" By Celestia, she was convincing. "I'll give it a try! But...you still haven't answered my first question."
She just smiled. "All you have to do is lay back down, act like you're making a snow-pony, and I'll do everything else. This is our night, but you've been waiting the longest..."
The idea of a Pinkie Pie changed sultry, quite honestly, was one that normally would cause me to laugh out loud out loud, and pretty hard, at that. But...as it happened before my eyes, I couldn't help but to feel just the tiniest sense of compelling, lying back as she said to do.
The first thing I felt was a gentle tug, as she clambered over to my left, before I felt something slip over the hoof. A bit of fiddling this way and that, and it tightened-one down, three to go.
I felt a bit more shifting, and this time, there was a bit more of a struggle to get it over my hind hoof. Eventually, however, it slipped on, sliding relatively easy enough to about halfway between my knee and my hoof. It tightened-two left.
The process continued much the same, until finally, I felt the fourth strap tighten, finally locking me in securely to my...rather vulnerable position. Each one of my legs were stretched outwards-not enough to be uncomfortable, quite, but enough to establish the sense of immobility.
"Go on, test it out a bit!" Pinkie chirped.
Chirped. Even I found it hard to believe how jovially she was taking this. I'd barely even relinquished any glimpses of my skepticism, pressed on only by the fact that it was...well, interesting, to say the least. I was always open to Pinkie bringing something new up, and...well, this was new.
Still, I did as she said. I squirmed around a bit, tugging experimentally at each hoof once, actually being allowed a tiny amount of give (about two and a half inches), before the flexibility of my restraints waned, returning me back to my initial position. It was only then that I actually realized exactly what was going on.
I was, as she so elegantly explained, spread out as if I were making a snow pony, and almost every single inch of my underbody remained exposed, as it were. Any attempts to cover myself or move around would be completely nulled by my tiny area of movement. In fact, the only decency I was allowed, was the fact that my tail was given enough free reign to serve one of its many, many purposes: to cover the areas that ought to not be seen in public. The constant, soft yet unyielding grip of my bonds would be reminding me that, as long as I felt them, I would be completely helpless and only in the hooves of Pinkie herself.
And...somehow, the thought sent tingling up my spine. I mean, it had been different so long ago-on that one afternoon (which now made a lot more sense from its mention), the concept had been the same...but the timing seemed to change everything. The sheer vulnerability...on one of the most emotionally overwhelming days I'd ever had, where I'd felt nothing could break my control...yet, it had been, and by none other than my partner in crime herself...and then not to mention-
"You sure look comfy! You enjoying it?"
I blinked. I'd had a decent second or so to think, and (try) to move around a bit, but...either my attention span had decided to shorten, or my senses were being clouded over by that tingling. "I'm...not sure." That was about the only way I could describe it.
"Well, tell you what!" If I could have jumped back, I would have as Pinkie's face suddenly more or less materialized above me. "If you decide you aren't feeling so good about it, or if you don't like anything at all, we can stop, all right?"
I nodded. The prospect was sound enough-I could both say I'd given it a chance, as well as not risking over-stepping any boundaries on either side. A simple word would be all that was necessary, and I was fairly sure it was universal. At least, until she spoke again.
"Yay! This is gonna' be so fun, but first, I hear we need a 'safe word'." All it took was a raise of my eyebrow to drive her on. "You know, it's like a code! You can say whatever you want, but that one word will let me know that you've had enough for sure!"
The prospect of a 'safe word', now being explained to me, even added that last air of comfort. There really was no problem, now. "...how about, 'stop?'" I still wondered why the choice wasn't obvious to her.
"No, silly!" she shook her head at about the speed of sound. "See, you might not wanna say 'stop', because some ponies say that on reflex when they're all trussed up, but they're actually enjoying it! It needs to be a word you'd normally never say at the time...like 'cactus'! How's that sound?"
It made sense when she put it that way, but...I'd...aw hay, there was no difference. Might as well say, 'banana smoothie'...a word was a word. No matter how odd it was, it was for my own good. "Sure, then...'cactus'."
"Okie Dokie Lokie!" And just as quickly as she'd appeared over me, Pinkie disappeared to the side, out of the corner of my vision. I turned my head as much as I found possible, trying to follow her, only to have her hop back up. I recognized the white cloth that she held between her hooves as she plopped down next to my head. "Okay, now lift your head up a bit, please!"
Obviously, I really had no other choice but to do as she said. As I did so, she gently pushed my head to the side, until it was facing straight back center again. With that, the white cloth descended onto my face, and I had no choice but to close my eyes, allowing the entire world to disappear from sight. I felt the other ends tighten slightly first around the sides, a slight pause, and then it became made known with the back of my head. In a few seconds, her (strangely) skilled hooves had already gone through twice, and pulled back a final time, securing the blindfold with quite literally no empty space left. Not to say that it was tight enough to hurt, but it was certainly not coming off on its own.
For some reason, she poked the tip of my horn. "So, how do you feel?"
My only response was to tug once more at the strangely smooth straps, and to let out a moan that I hadn't even expected. I'd call myself crazy, but...I think the fact that I was enjoying it already would be confirmation enough.
"Oooh, you really like it!" It was odd hearing her speak without the slightest chance to even catch sight of her. Since her face was hidden, a lot of what she said could have a double meaning, and I wouldn't know it. Everything she did, I would be left waiting, not knowing when it'd come, or what it would be.
It seemed...amazing.
"Mmm, and just look at you..." As quickly as a comet soared through space, Pinkie's voice changed from happy, to...hungry, another thing that was just the icing on the erotic metaphorical cake right now. "All tied up, like a pretty little damsel in distress...you can't see anything, and you hope somepony will rescue you...because you're awfully open to anything that they might want to do..."
In hindsight, it may have seemed silly, but in the moment...her little narration sketch was causing my breath to quicken already, and make me start tugging a bit more insistently at my restraints, though not from panic, but instead a deep desire to be satisfied. "And I can do anything with my Twily, because every single tasty inch of her is mine."
I could feel her gentle breathing slowly creeping up my neck as she continued speaking, dropping to a hushed, but no less suggestive whisper. "And I'm going to make sure it's the best time we've ever had."
The silence that followed was almost an eternity, as I could do nothing but lay there, all of my muscles tensed in wait of where or what she would do. It was exciting, it was strangely arousing, it was-
My current thoughts were shaken away as she finally proceeded, much to my delight, pressing her lips to mine in just a small kiss. I responded twice as eagerly, finally managing to relax as I let out a moan that came from deep within my throat where I'd suppressed it, squirming eagerly against my firm restraints.
Luckily for me, she was much less intent on teasing as she used to be, and much more intent on giving it the best she could. I felt her tongue equally give back what I gave her, poking into my own mouth and running gently over my teeth. At the exact same time, I felt her gently drag a hoof across my exposed chest, causing much the same result. Each tug seemed to amplify the feeling, because it only increased the pure helplessness that I became ever more aware (and enjoying) of by the second.
The second she broke the kiss, I couldn't help but to find myself reaching forward on instinct. I didn't want it to end, no matter what she was aiming to do. But I still had a trick up my metaphorical sleeve. So I focused, as hard as I could, digging into my magical reserves...
Big mistake.
I instantly felt my head being pushed back onto the bed, and no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't raise it again. "Pinkie, what are you..." was all I could manage to get out.
"It wasn't-" and just as quickly, she cut off. "You used magic, didn't you, Twily?"
I tried to nod, but quite obviously, I couldn't. Lucky for me, she noticed my attempt. "Oooh, yeah...remember when I poked your horn? Yeah, that wasn't a poke..."
I groaned-the euphoria was quickly slipping. "Then...what in Equestria was it?"
"I...kinda' put on this special kind of ring...see, it does nothing on its own, but if you use magic while you have it on, it...'discourages' you, and adds something else each time you use magic, until eventually, if you use it enough, you won't be able to move, talk, see, or even groan for a full four hours...so, um-"
"Pinkie, what were you thinking?" She was toying not only with a fairly powerful type of anti-magic, but...now? When everything, magic included, ran free on instinct?
"I'm sorry, Twilight..." she actually sounded upset, and finally out of her earlier mood that I had admittedly enjoyed. "I should have at least let you know that you shouldn't use magic. Are...are we done?"
I briefly pondered this. That was a fairly big line, but...after quite everything that happened before, and...it was a tearing decision. She likely hadn't meant to hurt me in any way, because even despite her gradual change, she was still the poster pony for innocence. It wasn't from malice, and she was honestly trying to make things better. It was a big decision, but if she was earnest about her intentions...
"Do it."
I could almost picture the thankful smile. "Oh, thank you, Twily! I'll-"
"Leave it on."
If I could have seen the smile on her face, it might have been worth it. I could just imagine the brief 'o' face. "Oh, um...OK! Now where we?"
Before I could even dwell on whether or not it was a good idea, Pinkie set to work again, this time gently nipping at the underside of my foreleg, in a gesture that surprisingly both tickled, and...felt strangely good at the same time.
She continued with this, moving slowly across the side of my body on a tangent that I recognized as 'down'. Every single touch, or occasional 'accidental' touch to the thigh was pure bliss, enough to lose control of my vocalizations and most of my awareness-I even nearly forgot my situation entirely.
So much so, that by the time she reached that 'special spot', I was already completely lost in my own pleasure.
"Ooh, looks like somepony's excited!"
'Excited' was an understatement. By this point, I was tossing and turning, bucking absentmindedly in the hopes that something, anything would finally give me release. Pinkie, as I had learned before, was a severe tease, a fact I both relished and despised. She got to the point fairly quickly, however, and I expected she might do the same.
But it wasn't going to be quite that easy.
I felt her shift around, moving away from my lower area, and for a brief second, I thought she was starting the teasing back up again. But then, I heard her speak, still from down... 'there'. "And it isn't just you, either!"
Before I even had the chance to respond to anything, I was overwhelmed by at least a dozen more rushes of ecstasy as two things happened at once.
First, as if it weren't enough already, Pinkie finally descended onto my nethers, lapping away with a fierceness that I'd never felt from her before-I could swear she thought she was eating a pie.
Secondly, I felt just a teeny tickling from...her tail?
Almost instantly, I was able to picture the situation-she was actually standing over me, offering herself just mere millimeters from my own tongue. All the while she worked even more fiercely, causing me to struggle even more fiercely in my restraints in pure, feral pleasure.
Not wasting another second, I plunged into a work of my own, lapping with a hunger that hardly even I knew I had at Pinkie's own lower area, which was thoroughly slick by this point. I couldn't help it either, but I brought my magic to the surface once more-it seemed that my subconscious sought something more.
It got it, all right.
My fierce thrashing was quickly quelled, as I soon found my available space reduced to almost zero-any movement I'd been allowed before was now gone, probably from some sort of...tightening from the magic, but I didn't particularly care. Instead, the energy went straight to my head, sending me into overtime but with the single goal to give Pinkie back what she was giving to me.
All the while that happened, I felt a sudden weight over much of my body, from my chest to my stomach, followed by a bit of squirming, and a hurried series of breathless, excited exclamations. "Oh, Twily...I don't know what...you're doing...or how...but keep going...it's great! I...had no idea it worked...on me, too!"
Given any space, I might have asked exactly what, but A, I was blindfolded, so I wouldn't be able to see regardless, and B, I was currently busy digging my tongue directly into her private areas, occasionally teasing around the edges to make her body weight squirm on top of me even more. One to oblige to just about anything at the moment in my shroud of pure passion, I complied with her panting request, once again bringing my magic to my horn, and doing the exact opposite of regretting it.
The instant I did it for the third time, multiple things happened. I felt her body weight shift even more, seemingly glued to me, and I swear she was coated in a layer of sweat by that point. Following that, her fore-hooves, which had been trailing with an enormous amount of self control down my legs, suddenly retracted, and I could feel her struggling once more. If I had to guess, I'd say...somehow, the magic had spread to her, and immobilized her own fore-hooves behind her back through whatever means. She was probably in pure heaven, judging by the series of surprised gasps and moans that were already incredibly high-pitched, even in comparison to her normal voice. I took a brief picosecond to ponder if I sounded the same-probably.
And lastly, she started driving even more fiercely at myself, as if she'd suddenly regained thrice of the amount of ferocity she'd begun with, digging back in as hard as she could and then some. Whether it was part of the recoil or not, however, I had no clue. But I certainly liked it.
And already, I felt myself approaching my peak. The sheer speed said a lot-I'd come to enjoy it, believe it or not. The intense burning over nearly every inch of my body as my senses kicked into the max was just pure bliss, and for the second time, I only had one pink pony to thank for it.
And so I thanked her in the best way I could. The way only a mare could give to her fiancé, and the only way available way to me on the best night of my life in more aspects than one.
By doing what she did so often to me: make her cry out in joy. Scratch that, made her emit enthralled screams and frenzied squirms of delighted passion. It was the same difference, for all I cared, as it all happened in perfect synchronization with myself, bringing a final sense of overwhelming ecstasy to me that I suspected she felt as well.
It truly was a love that was sweeter than herself.
By the time I managed to calm down enough to regain my awareness, I became aware first of how...tired I felt. Yet there was an underlying sense of serenity and warmth.
On instinct, I moved to embrace the deadweight on top of me, but was instantly stopped by the restraints I'd all but forgotten. Lucky for me, the pink lump that I knew was on top of me noticed my feeble attempts to move.
"Was that...fun, or what?"
Unable to nod (still), I instead opted to speak. "It was...and it was also...tiring...but still great..."
I heard her giggle. "I told you!" There was a short silence, and she giggled again. "It's funny...I'm still stuck like this."
"Like what?"
"Ohhh, right, you can't see..." Well, duh, Pinkie. I was sure even you knew that. "Here, just let me..." I felt her squirm again, grunting as she moved against an invisible force, which seemed to actually have some presence now. I wasn't sure of what it was, but I knew it encircled both me and her. "...turn around, and..." She was still shifting...what in Eq-
"There we go!" In just a second, the blindfold fell away, and I was finally able to take in my surroundings. Well, not yet-Pinkie was in the way. "Oh wait!" Without warning (besides that), she leaned towards my horn, carefully dragging her teeth over the surface. All I could do was shiver.
"There!" With that, she spit what I managed to catch as the ring aside.
Able to finally use magic of my own without fear of consequence, I first focused a simple cancellation spell on my forehead, the approximate source of what I assumed was a magic-borne restraint, allowing me to finally crane my neck and look at a level angle to finally see more of my surroundings. The aftermath was...interesting, to say the least.
My suspicions were correct-Pinkie no longer had use of her forelegs for the time being, because they were indeed secured behind her back with...well, something. It looked not unlike the very straps that secured me, but it glowed with a faint red aura, and there was no hole anywhere. In fact, it seemed every time that she struggled, it got just a tiny bit tighter.
There would be time enough to fix that, though. I looked further down, and found a material much the same encircling both my upper body and hers. Experimentally, I shifted a little bit, and sure enough, her plump stomach became just a little bit more evident.
Turning to the side, the same red glow encircled my restraints, explaining the lack of leeway.
I'd have to take it upon myself to study that at some point...
But for the moment, I had to get us out of our current position. I did much the same thing, focusing a fail-safe spell onto the area on the bed, its effects becoming immediately apparent as I was finally allowed slack, and Pinkie even gave a small whine of disappointment before scrambling to undo my own restraints.
The second I was free, I drew my legs in, out, back and forth, trying to stretch them after an extended period of inactivity, but they felt like lead. I just turned on my side, closing my eyes and sinking into the mattress even more, finally feeling full relief as I was left to myself.
Immediately, I felt Pinkie wrap her forelegs around me, snuggling up to me once again. "We should do that again some time! Like, soon. Very, very soon! I would say now, but I know you're tired."
"Hm..." Just the simple grunt was the equivalent of a chuckle, and we both knew it. She responded only by snuggling even closer, and falling silent with a dreamy sigh.
The silence was just about enough to fall asleep after...what had spent me, but she had one last thing to say. "I love you so much, Twilight..."
"Me too, Pinkie..."
I paused. Maybe one last thing would be possible...
"You do know we're going to have a talk about slipping things in like that tomorrow, right?"
Snoring.
I smiled-that was the Pinkie I knew. Already tuckered out after a long night, and so...was...I...
Before I even knew it, I was fast asleep.
"TWILIGHT!"
Of all the ways I expected to be woken after the previous night, being struck in the head by a hard impact was not on the list.
I darted up, holding a hoof to my head as I suddenly felt dizzy. "Pinkie, quit-"
I froze. Pinkie still had her forelegs draped around me, and she was slumbering happily away next to me. What in...
I answered my own question as a sudden dark object flew through the window. On instinct, I caught it with a simple levitation spell. As I held it before my eyes, I couldn't see well, but...was it...a rock?
Being careful not to wake her, I dislodged her forelegs from myself, ignoring her sleepy protests as I made my way to the window.
Just in time, too.
I caught sight of a figure on the ground, seemingly ready to toss another rock straight at me. "Hey! What is the meaning of this? You hit me on the head with a rock!"
Unexpectedly, after the figure touched back to the ground from its 'flinging pose', it spoke. "Sorry, Twilight. But it's me! Rainbow Dash!"
I blinked. "Rainbow? What on earth are you doing at this ungodly hour?! I just got through s-...ome important business with Pinkie, and I'm trying to catch some sleep! Is it that important?"
Ignoring my speech blunder, or just not even hearing it, Rainbow continued. "I just want to talk to you, but it is important!"
I sighed, suddenly remembering that I probably had to lower my voice. "All right, just come on up." I paused. "Wait, why didn't you just fly-"
Already, though, she had landed inside, interrupting me as quickly as possible. She spoke in a whisper too, at the sight of Pinkie sound asleep (...and rather frazzled herself). "I need your help, OK? I've been killing myself over it, and...it's kinda' why I didn't go to the wedding."
Was this Rainbow? Here she was, asking for help...and on top of that, piquing my curiosity even more was the fact that she could possibly tell me why she was absent...
I sighed, squinting through the darkness to try to see anything more than shapes. "What is it?"
"Well...how do you do it?"
I frowned. "Do what?"
"You know, hold a...relationship and all that junk. Because, see..." I didn't need light to tell when her head dropped. "...she-AJ-dropped the whole thing off, biting the loose ends as if she were trying to chew through steel. We...haven't even talked lately, and it's just been this whole ride for me, and..." It may have been lack of adequate sleep, but...she sounded close to...tears. "...I didn't want to go because I was...afraid. I just can't even stand to see her, because it just hurts that much...I didn't go because I didn't want to ruin your own day by breaking down into wimpy tears in front of everypony..."
As she'd went on, I slowly went from doubting, to curious, to...'oh'...quiet realization. "Rainbow, why didn't you just-"
"Because I thought you'd call me weak, alright?" she sighed, a wavering sound that only confirmed my earlier suspicions. "And I thought against even talking to you, but...I feel like I'm dying, all right? I...just...don't know where to go..."
"Calm down, Rainbow." I stepped forward, laying a hoof on her shoulder to attempt to calm her. The first step, definitely, was to make sure she was calm-I saw a teachable moment, and a moment to help a friend, but...I wouldn't get anywhere with an emotionally loaded pony.
It worked, to an extent. I heard her sniff, and she hauled herself just a bit higher, which was good- bravado preceded courage. "Now...did she tell you why? Chances are, she was upset with you for some reason."
Dash sighed, and...well, I half expected the answer, yet it also half shocked me. "She said that...I didn't spend enough time with her or something...that I spent too much time running all over the place...said that I probably loved the Wonderbolts more than her."
...OK, this might have sounded really snotty to myself, but...that definitely sounded like her.
I, however, resisted the impulse to say that aloud, instead turning back to my position as counsel. "Rainbow, I'm not going to go poking at specifics, but a relationship means giving up some of your own time to spend it with that other pony that you're willing to. It's more than a fancy title...you actually have to let them know how much you care about them, even if it's just spending that extra afternoon with them."
"Woah, Twi'. I didn't know you knew so much."
I chuckled. "You come to learn eventually." My gaze instinctually returned to Pinkie, who twitched in her sleep, as if noticing the 'mention'. She may not have noticed, but the glance meant all that it had meant to.
"But uh...how do I even get time to practice for the-"
I rolled my eyes. "I didn't say it had to take up all your time, just a little bit more."
With that, she turned away. "Yeah, thanks for the help, Twilight." she trotted carefully back to the window. "Maybe next time I won't buck it up...I don't think I even deserve Applejack even more."
"That's only in your head."
That was enough to cause her to stop, even as she was halfway into the night. "The chances are, if she ever considered any sort of relationship with you, she actually liked you, and it's probably hurting her too."
She sighed. "I'd like to believe that, Twilight, and I want nothing more than to be back with her. But she just doesn't want to talk to me. I was a jerk, and I got what was coming to me. I see now."
I raised an eyebrow. "Have you said that you were 'sorry' yet? That one word means a lot more than you think."
"Well, uh..."
I shook my head. "Then just tell her! Every pony makes stupid choices, but the best thing to do is apologize. If she holds it against you-" I paused. "-which she won't, then that's entirely her fault, and you can come off as the better pony."
It took a few seconds, and I could tell she was chewing it over in her head. But there could only be one conclusion... "You know what? I will!" She stood taller, puffing out her chest in a display of bravado all too familiar. "First thing tomorrow, I'm going right over there! This isn't over!"
And just as quickly as the first rock had woken me, she was gone in a flash, and a burst of wind. Well, she'd certainly regained her motivat-
I jumped as she zipped back even quicker, managing to stop before she crashed into the window I happened to be in the middle of closing. "Oh yeah, I just wanna thank you, Twi'! I definitely owe you one! Just call me when you need a favor, like either something with books or whatever-you definitely deserve it!"
I didn't say a word, because I knew I wouldn't get to. She was gone again, in a flash of color and wind. Again.
Reluctantly, I finished closing the window and making sure everything was in place. I went back to the bed, carefully slipping back in-between the sheets, perfectly unnoticed by my new bride, as cute as could be when sleep-
"Aw...that was sweet..."
Aw crud. I had forgotten her knowledge of nearly everything, but...I didn't think she would be up. "Pinkie, go to bed. I only woke up because a rock smacked me in the face."
"Okay!"
"...you do realize we're talking tomorrow, right? We still are."
"..."
Of course. Good old Pinkie Pie. As she had been before, was now...
And always would be.
