Chapter 1

Come on arms, don't fail me now!

With her hands on Pinkie Pie's shoulders, Twilight was trying her hardest to push her friend away, although her hardest was proving to be entirely ineffective.  Her arms felt like jelly, and were completely useless in her shocked state.  For once, she couldn't think of a single thing to say.  She had read a dictionary once, cover to cover, and here she was, at a loss for words.  She knew so many, why couldn't she put any of them together to form a coherent sentence?  Maybe something simple, like "Pinkie, get off of me"?  No, she simply laid on her back, gripping Pinkie's shoulders as if for dear life.

Pinkie was straddling her, smiling an undeniably drunken smile.  "Something wrong, smarty-pants?"  Great, even in her intoxicated state, Pinkie was a better conversationalist than Twilight.  Her voice wasn't even influenced by her inebriation, although there was a bit of a seductive, teasing tone to it that Twilight had never heard before. Twilight hadn't had a single drink all night.  Her mind was her pride and joy, why would she want it to be under the influence of a depressant?  She just didn't see the appeal of alcohol.  Pinkie, on the other hand...

Pinkie giggled as she plucked Twilight's hands off of her shoulders and placed them on the bed above Twilight's head, where they stayed without any complaint from their owner.  Pinkie's hands started to slide across Twilight's waist, and once they reached her hips, she took hold of Twilight's shirt and started to slowly pull it up.  As she did, she leaned in to Twilight's neck and started to kiss, and then bite, softly at first, but slowly getting harder.  It seemed like an eternity before Pinkie spoke.

"If you want me to stop, I will."  Her voice was as bright and sunshiny as ever, but there was still that teasing inflection, as if daring Twilight say something.

This was her invitation to get out of this messed up situation.  All she had to do was say "stop" and this would be over and done with.

"I..."

Pinkie sat up, but kept her face only a few inches away from the woman beneath her.  She silently looked down at Twilight, waiting for her to continue.  Twilight stared back into the wide, bright blue eyes above her.  When she finally did find her words, they weren't quite what she had expected.

"Kiss me."

"Have ya seen Pinkie anywhere?  She was pretty out of it last time Ah saw her."

"Isn't she always out of it?"

Applejack rolled her eyes at Rainbow Dash, who simply chuckled at her own joke, then shrugged.  "I haven't seen her since she went off with Twilight."

"She went off with Twilight?"

Rainbow nodded, pointing towards the stairs.

"She dragged her up there, all excited about something."

That was a bit of a relief, knowing Pinkie was in good hands, but she decided to head upstairs anyway to check on the two.  Twilight would probably be glad to see her, since Pinkie could be quite a handful.

She needed to assess the situation, and form an escape plan.  Her extremities were useless, and her mouth was a traitor.  Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her face was hot... in fact, her whole body felt warm.  Her thoughts were jumbled... yet, she could hear a small voice in the back of her mind, telling her to take it easy.  Sit back, relax... everything is right with the world.

She quickly corrected that voice.  No, everything was not right.  One of her best friends was kissing her, and she was loving it.   She tasted like alcohol and cake frosting, a strange combination, but a wonderful one.  Her lips were soft, and despite being drunk, she was kissing Twilight very gently, as if she was enjoying the sensation just as much.

Pinkie suddenly pulled away, and Twilight found herself prepared to protest, until she realized Pinkie had pulled her shirt up to her neck, and wanted it off the rest of the way.  She obliged, raising her hands over her head to make things easier.  Once it was off, Pinkie tossed it aside and returned to Twilight's lips.

And then the door opened.  Pinkie sat up and looked over her shoulder at the person standing in the doorway.

"Hi Applej-AHH!"

Twilight had suddenly kicked Pinkie off of the bed, trying to appear as innocent as possible.  It didn't work.  Applejack looked like a deer in headlights.

Since Twilight's legs seemed to suddenly be working again, she hopped off of the bed, grabbed her shirt off of the floor, then walked over to  Applejack.  Pinkie was lying on the ground, mumbling something about all the pretty stars.

"Don't tell anyone!"

Twilight was covering her chest with her shirt, and Applejack just stood there, mouth slightly agape.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone, Applejack!"

"Ah... Ah promise, Twilight."

Twilight turned her back to Applejack, put her shirt back on, then started out of the room, but paused in the doorway.  "She's had a lot to drink, could you... you know, watch her until the party is over?"

"Are you leavin'?"

Twilight looked down, feeling  ashamed of herself.  She couldn't stand being at the party with Pinkie for the rest of the night.  "Yes... I am."  With that said, Twilight headed through the hallway and down the stairs, quietly making her way out of the party.

Lying on the couch, reading a book and struggling to keep her eyes open, Twilight decided it was finally time for bed.  Spike had gone to sleep an hour ago, but Twilight had decided to stay up a bit later than usual to finish off the last few chapters of her book.  She was two chapters away from the end, but if she didn't go to bed now, there was a chance of messing up her sleep schedule, and who knows how long that would take to get back on track.  So, she marked her page and headed upstairs.

She changed into a pair of purple pajamas and got into bed, though as soon as she started to doze off, a soft thud against the balcony door caused her to open her eyes.  Another thud followed, and then another and another before Twilight finally forced herself to get up and open the balcony door.  She was hit square in the face with... what was this? A muffin?

"Hiya Twilight!"

Twilight quickly recognized the voice as Pinkie's, coming from the ground below.  When she moved to the railing to look down, illuminated by a nearby streetlamp stood her vivacious friend, with an armful of muffins.  She was wearing a pair of pink and white striped socks that almost reached to her knee, jean shorts, and a dark pink tank top. Pinkie raised her free hand over her head and waved in an excited greeting. Twilight could feel her cheeks getting hot as Pinkie's top lifted up slightly and exposed a bit of her midrift.  Why did she have to be so cute?

"Pinkie, why are you throwing muffins up here?"  Her tone denoted a bit of annoyance, not at all revealing her actual thoughts.

"Because cupcakes would've left frosting all over your balcony, silly!"

Twilight groaned.  "I was trying to sleep, Pinkie.  What do you want? "

"I wanted to see how you were doing.  I don't remember much of the party, you know, the one I threw two nights ago.  I think that's the last time I'll be drinking for a while!"  Pinkie laughed, "But I haven't seen you since the party!  And every time I came by during the day, Spike says you aren't home.  So I decided since you're always busy during the day, maybe we could do something during the night!"

Twilight was stunned, but quickly composed herself.  Pinkie didn't remember the party... so, that meant the only two who knew about what happened was herself and Applejack.  Applejack was trustworthy, she knew the secret was safe with her... so she could put this whole thing behind her.  Right?

Twilight was lost in thought, so Pinkie broke the silence.  "Can I come in?  Or do you want to talk like this?  This could be fun... I could go get my bull horn!"

Twilight snapped back to the matter at hand.  "No, that's not necessary.  We can talk for a bit downstairs."

Pinkie skipped over to the front door, and Twilight went back inside, trying her best to be quiet as she made her way over to the front door; Spike was still sleeping, after all.  Once she let Pinkie in, she went over to turn on some lights, followed by her friend as she did.

"Thanks Twilight, I'm glad we can hang out a lit-" As Twilight turned to face her, Pinkie's eyes widened and locked on something on Twilight's neck.  She dropped her muffins on the floor, starring at her confused friend.

"... Is there something on me?"

Pinkie didn't answer, and Twilight reached her hand up to feel the spot Pinkie was starring at, but she felt nothing there.  "Uh... Pinkie?"

"You have a hickey, Twilight!"  Pinkie burst into giggles, "Who gave it to you?"

Twilight immediately rushed over to her bathroom and looked at her neck in the mirror, followed close behind by Pinkie.  Sure enough, there was a rather large red mark that she had failed to notice, right on the side of her neck.

"Who was it Twi?"

Twilight groaned angrily, wanting to kick herself for missing the mark.

"Who was it??"

She started out of the bathroom, with Pinkie skipping behind her.

"Who was-"

"I'm not telling you!"

"Can I guess?  Oh! Can we play ten questions?"

Flustered, all Twilight could say was, "What?"

"You know, ten questions!  I ask ten yes or no questions and if I think I know who it was at the end, I can guess and see if I get it right!"

"Fine,"  Twilight sat down on a chair, expecting Pinkie to take the other one beside her, but instead she plopped down on the rug in front of Twilight and crisscrossed her legs. "But you won't get it.  And after, you have to leave, because I need my sleep."

"Okie dokie lokie!"  Pinkie tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Ok, first question.  Was it someone I know?"

"Yes."

"Well of course it was, I know everyone around here!" Pinkie giggled, "Was it someone at the party?"

"Yes."

"Was it a boy or a girl?"

Twilight was stunned at that one.  She thought Pinkie would have assumed it was a man. Wasn't it safe to assume she preferred men?  She didn't want to answer that.

"That's not a yes or no question..."

"Oh, right.  Then, was it a boy?"

Twilight looked away. "No."  She could have just as easily lied, but that hadn't occurred to her as an option until after she had said the answer.

Pinkie smiled a little, "You like girls, Twilight?"

"I guess so..."  Twilight could once again feel her cheeks reddening,  "And that counts as a question."

"Okay!  So I'm at five."  Pinkie seemed to be deep in thought, searching for a good question.  Twilight was regretting ever agreeing to this.  "Number five: Did you always know you liked girls?"

Twilight didn't see how this related to the game.  At first, she wanted to inform Pinkie that her question was off topic, but decided that might be in her favor.

"No, I didn't."

"Did you know I like them too?"

Pinkie looked pretty cheerful, and Twilight looked uncomfortable.  Where was this leading?

"I didn't really know that...  Pinkie, I'm not even sure if I like women.  It could have been a fluke."

"Was she drinking a lot at the party?"

Twilight looked away once again,  "Um, no."

Pinkie laughed, then rather than saying it, she sang, "You're lyyyying!"  She returned to her normal speaking voice, "The girl who gave you that,"  Pinkie pointed at Twilight's neck, "Does she remember that night?"

Silence.  Pinkie waited for Twilight, blushing and looking to the side, to say something.

"Okay, different question."  Pinkie looked up at the ceiling, apparently thinking of an alternate question.  "Did you know that she really likes you, and wishes she could remember the party?"

"No... I..."  Twilight finally looked up at the woman sitting across from her.  "Pinkie,  I can't do this."

"Of course you can!  We're almost done, I only have two more questions."

"No, I can't do this."  Twilight sighed, "I mean, us.  You and me."

"Oh."

Pinkie's smile had been replaced by one of her rarely seen frowns, and Twilight felt terrible at having caused it.

"Look, Pinkie.  I don't think it would work. I've been thinking about it, and-"

"Right there!"  Pinkie suddenly sat up on her knees, her face now very close to Twilight's.  Out of nowhere, she looked angry, and Twilight shrank towards the back of her chair.  "That's your problem! Thinking too much! And you think you know everything, but you don't even know what to do with your own feelings!"

"I-"

"I'm not finished!"  Pinkie was now gripping the arms of the chair and leaning further towards Twilight, who looked like she wished she could sink into the cushion beneath her and disappear.  "Just because you're scared, doesn't mean you should run away!  It's new to me too, and new, scary things can be fun... but you have to try it first, or you won't know! There's no how-to books on love, Twilight!"

Pinkie was right about that last part, at least not in her library.  Twilight checked yesterday.  There were plenty of potion recipes and spells, but nothing on love itself.  She didn't want to know how to create it, she wanted to know what to do with it once it was there... She glanced at Pinkie, who was looking disappointed at Twilight's lack of a reaction to her rant.  She moved back to her original position on the floor, crisscrossing her legs again.

"If you want me to leave, I will."

If you want me to stop, I will.

Twilight remembered how she had been offered the option to get Pinkie to stop kissing her neck.  She hadn't taken her up on the offer, and she wasn't about to reject Pinkie this time either. She couldn't, and she didn't want to.

Pinkie was looking away, towards the front door, most likely waiting for Twilight to tell her to leave.   Instead, Twilight joined her on the rug, and Pinkie turned to raise an eyebrow at her.

"I am scared." Twilight said, forcing herself to look Pinkie in the eyes, "I've never felt this way about anyone, and I always expected that my first crush would be on... you know, a man."

Pinkie made an excited squealing noise, and leaned forward to hug her bookish friend.  "Twilight!  I never ever thought you would feel the same way!"  She pulled back from the hug before Twilight could even hug her back,  "I really wish I could remember the party... did we kiss?  Did I miss our first kiss?"

Pinkie quickly noticed Twilight looked uncomfortable again, "Sorry..."

"It's fine, Pinkie.  We did kiss a little."

"Twi, if you're scared, we can go as slow as you want.  I just want to be with you,"  Pinkie giggled, "But I guess I made that obvious when I was drunk."

It made sense. It sounded to Twilight like Pinkie had a long-time crush on her, and had resigned to keeping it a secret, until she had a little too much to drink and tried to seduce her.  Twilight hadn't realized just how much she admired the pink haired party girl, or rather, she hadn't wanted to admit it to herself.

"Sounds good, Pinkie."  Twilight tried to pluck up a bit of courage before she continued, "And... just so you know, I'm fine with this."  She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Pinkie's lips, and Pinkie  leaned backwards, causing both of them to fall to the ground.  Twilight had intended the kiss to be brief, but Pinkie had already wrapped her arms around her partner, and Twilight wasn't about to complain.

Pinkie started running her fingers through Twilight's hair with one hand, while the other was tracing a line up and down Twilight's arm.  Twilight, on the other hand, wasn't quite sure what to do, and before she knew it, the kiss had ended.

"You're stiff,"  Pinkie had noticed Twilight's inaction, "If you're nervous we can stop."

Suddenly, Twilight kissed her with new found determination, and Pinkie laughed into her mouth, another sensation that Twilight found herself liking, a lot.  It felt like her body was heating up, and her subtle feelings of guilt and uncertainty were replaced by excitement and desire.  This was unknown territory as far as Twilight was concerned, but the whole experience was inspiring a romantically bolder side of her that Twilight herself didn't even know existed.  She was now propped up with her knees on either side of Pinkie's waist, placing kisses along Pinkie's jawline while her hands started to undo the buttons on her own shirt.  She remembered how Pinkie had seemed fixed on getting her shirt off at the party, so she thought she might as well do that for her.  She wasn't wearing anything underneath it this time, though.

Twilight reached Pinkie's neck, kissed it a few times, then bit, which was followed by a sharp intake of air from her partner.  It took Twilight a moment to realize she was gasping in pleasure rather than pain, so she bit down again, eliciting a moan from Pinkie.

"Your neck is sensitive,"  Twilight observed as she sat up and shrugged off her now unbuttoned shirt.

"Yep,"  Pinkie said brightly, but a bit breathlessly.  She admired Twilight's bare chest for a moment, but apparently looking wasn't enough.  She started to run both hands up Twilight's stomach, up to her chest, then traced a circle around Twilight's nipples with her finger. Twilight's blood practically started to boil.  Having her hair played with was nice, and so was the caressing of her arm, but neither came close to the feeling she was experiencing now.  Pinkie suddenly sat up, pushing Twilight up with her so they were facing each other, then pinched one of Twilight's nipples lightly between her teeth, and started playing with the tip with her tongue.  Pinkie started to push her back as she did, and it wasn't long before Twilight found herself on her back, with Pinkie lying on top of her, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other.

Although she was being quiet, Twilight was unbearably aroused, the only hint being her very fast breathing.  Pinkie had picked up on it, and was now running a hand back down her stomach, and once she reached her waist, started to slide her hand into Twilight's pajama pants.

"Pinkie..."

"Yes Twilight?"  Pinkie moved up from Twilight's chest, so she could look at her properly. Her hand hadn't stopped descending though, and she was now feeling around for a bush that wasn't there. "You shave."  Pinkie said with a smirk.

"I think we should stop."

"What?"   Pinkie frowned, but made no move to change the position of her hand, so Twilight grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out of her pants.

"I... think we should stop."

"What's wrong?"  Pinkie  moved so she was beside Twilight rather than on top of her,  "Is it because you're topless and I'm not?  I can fix that!"

"No, that's not-"  Before Twilight could stop her, Pinkie had stripped off her tank top and was undoing her bra, which came off with one quick flick of her index and thumb.

"Ta-da!"

Twilight lost her train of thought.  Pinkie was at least a cup size bigger than Twilight, and her nipples were perfect.  She was gorgeous... but Twilight quickly gathered her thoughts together.

"No, Pinkie, I was just thinking about my parents."

"... Ew."

"Not like that!"  Twilight rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her face. "I was just thinking how disappointed they would be if they knew I have a girlfriend now."

Pinkie bounced happily as Twilight said 'girlfriend,' but composed herself in a flash.

"Twilight, they wouldn't be disappointed.  How could they? They're probably so proud of you, being a hero, Celestia's star student, and a super smarty pants,"  Pinkie pulled Twilight into a hug,  "You can't help who you fall for, they'll understand."

Twilight tightly hugged Pinkie back, not wanting to let go.  "I think I'm in love with you,"  she said after a small silence.

Pinkie pulled away from the hug and smiled, "You know what people do when they're in love?"

Twilight gave her a curious look.  Pinkie pounced without any warning, and Twilight was on her back once again.

"They have sex!"

It was Twilight's turn to laugh, but Pinkie silenced her with a passionate kiss, her hand trailing downwards once again.  When she reached the seam of Twilight's pajamas, Pinkie pulled away to check on her girlfriend.

"Are you all right?  I mean... this is okay?"

Twilight nodded, and managed a quiet, "I'm all yours."

Dear Princess Celestia,

There's no way I'm sleeping tonight.  Or ever again.  Some noises can never be unheard.

Your faithful student's disturbed assistant, Spike.