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.
Chapter 2
Sleep came much easier with someone by her side, Twilight couldn't argue with that. She was typically easily awoken, but with Pinkie cuddled up against her, she was quick to fall into a contented slumber that took some effort to get her out of. It was in Pinkie's room that the two usually ended up crashing, since Spike had made it clear he wasn't comfortable with Pinkie spending the night. Twilight remembered that embarrassing conversation all too well, and didn't want to push it any further.
As far as she knew, Spike, the Cakes, and possibly Applejack were the only people who knew about their relationship. Other than that, Pinkie had respected Twilight's decision to keep everyone in the dark about it. Why did anyone need to know, anyway? It was no one else's business.
She wasn't thinking about that now though. She was only just waking up, and had noticed that Pinkie wasn't in bed with her. Pinkie did always wake up first, but she usually woke up Twilight so she could go back to the library and make Spike breakfast. In fact, according to the cupcake shaped clock hanging on the wall, it was a few hours past the time she usually was awoken.
She wanted to find out what was going on, so she quickly changed into the clothes she had brought the night before and left the room, headed to the kitchen. She had almost made it to the double swinging doors, when Pinkie suddenly burst out from behind them, holding a pretty big cake, with pink frosting and white icing around the edges. She seemed excited, and Twilight looked from her to the cake, which read, in white icing, “Pinkie & Twilight!”
“Happy two month-iversary, Twilight! I thought one month would be too soon to celebrate, but three months was too long to wait, so two months is perfect!” Pinkie's smile was contagious, although Twilight thought a celebration was a little unnecessary. In fact, she hadn't even remembered that it was two months since they had become a couple.
“That's sweet, Pinkie,” Twilight leaned forward and gave Pinkie a quick peck, avoiding the cake as she did. “But would you mind if I had an actual breakfast before the cake?”
“I thought you'd say that,” Pinkie said as she stepped back into the kitchen, followed by Twilight. “So I made your favorite, blueberry pancakes. They should still be warm.” Twilight suddenly took the cake from Pinkie, set it on the kitchen table, and then pulled her into a kiss.
“You're amazing, you know that?”
Pinkie giggled as she wrapped her arms around Twilight's neck, “Thanks, I try.”
They kissed again, but it wasn't long before Twilight pulled away, deciding to get her breakfast before it got cold.
“We can spend the whole day together!” Pinkie said happily as she took a seat at the table, “And the Cakes are out doing errands, they said they'd be gone for a few hours, so...” Twilight glanced over her shoulder to see Pinkie watching her, smiling mischievously. “We have the house to ourselves.”
“Sounds like fun.” Twilight's own smirk matched Pinkie's as she sat at the table with a plate of pancakes, “What did you have in mind?”
“Oh, I don't know... the Cakes have a thousand piece puzzle somewhere around here. That could be fun.”
Twilight laughed, “Yeah, sounds like a blast.”
As Twilight ate, Pinkie started to plan out the day. “After the Cakes come home we should go out and do something fun... Oh, I know! We should get out of town! Just for today, we could... go to the beach! That sounds like fun, doesn't it? And I wouldn't mind seeing you in a bikini.”
Pinkie looked like she was imagining it, and Twilight rolled her eyes. “I hate to rain on your parade, but I don't even own a bikini.”
“That's fine, we can get one before we go.”
Twilight decided objecting the bikini idea would probably be pointless, so she didn't. Now that she thought about it, getting out of town would be nice. In fact, the last time she had been out of town was three or four months ago, when she had gone to visit her parents, so a change of scenery would be... wait.
“Oh, crap!” Twilight suddenly stood and rushed her plate over to the sink. “I forgot, I told my parents I was going to visit today.” She quickly trashed the remains of her breakfast and started to wash off the plate as quickly as she could. “I have to go Pinkie, I can't be late, or they'll assume that's normal for me.”
She glanced at her girlfriend, who looked extremely disappointed.
“I'm sorry...”
“It's okay,” Pinkie got up and gave her a reassuring hug, “I hope you have fun.”
“Okay... you too.” She gave her a quick kiss, then headed for the exit. Once she was gone, Pinkie sat back down in her chair with a sigh. She folded her arms on the table and rested her head on them, looking dejected.
About ten seconds later, Twilight re-entered. “You... want to come with me?”
Pinkie sprung to her feet. “I'd love to!”
Twilight wasn't exactly thrilled about bringing Pinkie to meet her parents, but seeing how happy the invite made her, she knew it was the right thing to do. “I'm planning on staying the night, so you should bring clothes and whatever you need for the morning. Sound good?”
“Sounds great!” Pinkie stepped back and did a little spin, her skirt twirling as she did.
“I'll meet you at the train station in half an hour. We might be a little late, but I have to make sure Spike is set to spend the night by himself.”
“Okie dokie!”
Originally, Twilight had planned on reading during the two hour train ride, but she didn't even bother bringing a book along, now having her personal favorite conversation partner. Pinkie wasn't always as excitable and oblivious as she tried to make herself out to be. When the two were alone, Twilight could catch glimpses of a side to her that she typically kept to herself. She had moments when she was very deep, and the two would get caught up in discussions that Twilight couldn't usually have with her other friends. Topics that were considered boring or unimportant, Pinkie was surprisingly interested in, and sometimes even familiar with. Even when they talked about things that Pinkie wasn't knowledgeable on, she was able to listen to Twilight and form an opinion on the matter.
Right now, Pinkie was resting her head on Twilight's shoulder as she told her about a famous philosopher, Moonbeam the Thoughtful.
“Wait.” Pinkie was suddenly struck with a thought, and Twilight paused her mini lecture. “Was he friends with Starswirl the Bearded?”
“No, not really. The two were living around the same time, so plenty of great minds had titles at the end of their names. But they didn't know each other.”
“Got it,” Pinkie said cheerfully. Before Twilight could pick up where she had left off, the train came to a stop, and Pinkie jumped to her feet. “We're here!” She scooped up her and Twilight's bags and slung them over her shoulder as she darted out of their train car. Twilight chuckled and followed after her.
“So, we're going to your parents' house, and then lunch from there, right?” Pinkie asked as Twilight stepped out onto the platform.
“Right. If we take a taxi we can probably get there on time.” Twilight was worried about being late, but more than anything, she was concerned about Pinkie. “They live uptown, but um, Pinkie...”
Pinkie turned her head slightly, giving Twilight a quizzical look.
“I don't want them to know yet. About us.”
“Okay! We're just good friends.” Twilight looked relieved, until Pinkie added, “Good friends who sleep with each other on occasion. ...Kidding!”
Twilight didn't look amused. “Yeah, don't say that.”
Twilight managed to flag down a cab shortly afterwards, and fifteen minutes later, they were at the entrance of an upscale gated community. The houses on the other side were, basically, small mansions. At the sight of them, Pinkie released a drawn out, “Ooooo.”
Twilight had to punch in a number on a keypad attached to the gate, and it slid open, allowing the taxi through. Pinkie openly gawked at every house they passed, and when they finally stopped at one, she didn't conceal how impressed she was.
“Twi... you lived here?”
“Yeah, this is my old house.”
Twilight paid the driver and the two women left the car, Pinkie excitedly skipping up the walkway towards the front of Twilight's miniature mansion. Twilight followed behind, and knocked on the door once she reached it, glad to see Pinkie hadn't taken it upon herself to do so.
A moment later, Twilight's mother answered the door.
“Twilight! Welcome back honey. I see you didn't get our letter though...”
“Hi, mom. What letter?
“Something came up at the office with your father, and he won't be home for a while. He proposed we all have dinner later instead of lunch.” Her mother's gaze looked past Twilight and fell on Pinkie. “Is this a friend of yours?”
Pinkie enthusiastically waved. “Hi Mrs. Sparkle! I'm Pinkie Pie, it's a pleasure to meet you.”
“I thought I'd introduce you to one of my best friends,” Twilight explained, and her mom looked almost as enthused as Pinkie.
“I've heard a lot about you, Pinkie. Glad to finally meet you formally, although I think I did see you at Shining's wedding.”
“Yep, that was me! I helped with the reception.”
“You did an amazing job, it was a wonderful reception.”
Pinkie beamed at the approval, and Twilight was glad things were going smoothly between the two. She decided to butt in though, “So, should we come back later then?”
“If you could. I'm sure there's plenty you and Pinkie could find to do around the city.”
After another cab ride, Pinkie and Twilight went to explore the city, although Twilight already knew it rather well. Pinkie was excited to visit various bakeries, sampling cupcakes from three of them before Twilight cut her off. After that, they had a late lunch, went to the park, hung around there for a while, and then visited a sculpture garden. They headed back into the shopping district and by that time, it was four. Twilight was looking for one last place for them to visit, and as she looked, Pinkie reached for Twilight's hand, which she pulled out of reach. Pinkie folded her arms and huffed.
“What's wrong?”
“You've been doing that all day!” Pinkie was upset, and Twilight wasn't exactly oblivious as to why, but she acted like she was.
“... Doing what?”
“This,” Pinkie leaned in to give Twilight a kiss on the cheek, and Twilight evaded it. “See!”
Twilight looked away, “Why does it matter?”
“Because you're my girlfriend and I want to hold your hand! And kiss you once in a while.”
At the word "girlfriend" Twilight nervously glanced around. "Pinkie, not so loud...”
Pinkie glared at her, “We don't know any of these people, Twilight. I get if you're not ready to come out to your friends and family, but no one here cares!”
“Well, I...” Twilight shifted uneasily, “Maybe I don't want to come out.”
“Ever?”
“I don't know.” That wasn't the answer Pinkie had wanted, and at this point, she looked very annoyed. “I mean... I'm not as confident as you are, Pinkie.”
“Confident about what?”
Twilight groaned, “Can we not do this right now?”
“Too late. What are you not confident about?”
Twilight wasn't one to do well under this kind of pressure. She finally blurted out, “My orientation, okay?”
Pinkie looked stunned, but pulled it together and started counting out on her fingers, “Well, first off, you like women. You like sex with women. You like-”
Pinkie didn't get too far before Twilight corrected her, “No, I like you. I like sex with you. Maybe...” Twilight hesitated, “Maybe it's just you. And if anything were to fall through with us... I might go back to being normal.”
Pinkie was astonished, to say the least. “Are you expecting us to break up?” Twilight was regretting what she had just said, and before she could attempt to correct her mistake, Pinkie continued. “Are you hoping we break up? So you can go be normal? If we're so abnormal together, why did you even...? Ugh!” Pinkie turned and stormed off, but Twilight chased after her.
“Pinkie!” It was obvious she was trying to lose Twilight by going into the crowds and swerving through the stands that were set up around the street.
“Twilight Sparkle!” The sound of someone calling her name distracted Twilight for just a moment. She turned to look behind her, and that was all it took for her to walk right into a pillar that was attached to a nearby store. She bashed her head into it and fell backwards, landing flat on her back.
“... so sorry Twilight. I didn't mean to distract you, I just wanted to say hi. Are you okay? Wait... are you even conscious? Twilight?”
It took some effort for her to open her eyes, and when she did, her vision was a little hazy, although it slowly returned to her.
“You're going to have a bump the size of a cantaloupe... Let me help you up.”
Twilight couldn't fully make out the figure standing over her, but her voice was very familiar. As the woman took her by her hands and pulled her to her feet, Twilight's head was swimming, but she managed to stay upright. Once she was standing, her vision fully returned, and her jaw dropped as she saw who had helped her.
“Trixie?”
Trixie, clad in a purple star-decorated hat and robe, was standing in front of her with a suitcase in tow.
“Hello.” Trixie gave her a warm smile, which was strangely lacking in arrogance. “How's your head?”
“A little sore, but I'll be fine.” Twilight couldn't help giving her a suspicious look. “Why did you help me up? Don't you hate me?”
“Of course I don't!” Trixie seemed taken aback by the idea, “At first, I'll admit, I was a little resentful. But you helped me realize talent should always be accompanied by humility. And also, talking in third person is overrated... but I digress. You helped me become a better magician, Twilight.”
Twilight was shocked to hear this. Trixie didn't despise her, and in fact, was grateful? It was strange, but not outside of the realm of possibility. In fact, she was hoping this would happen, since Trixie had great magical potential.
But this was distracting her from Pinkie. She needed to find her, and explain herself, or at least say sorry for being so rude. Pinkie was too important to her, she couldn't stand the thought of losing her.
“Actually, my career has really taken off. I have a performance here tomorrow, but all of the hotels are booked.” Trixie waited for a response, but Twilight seemed to be zoned out. “Oh, right. You were chasing someone before you ran into that pillar.”
“Yeah... did you see where she went?”
“Yes, actually. She took a right down that street over there,” Trixie pointed in the direction Pinkie had apparently gone, “Would you like me to help you look?”
Twilight wasn't sure at first, but finally decided two pairs of eyes were better than one. “That would be great.”
The two started their search, and Twilight had quickly forgotten she needed to return to her parents house to have dinner. Finding Pinkie was too important, and that's all she was focused on. Trixie seemed equally fixed on helping Twilight find her, and they went from street to street, looking through shop windows and peering down alleyways. The sun set faster than she had expected, but Twilight continued to look, despite the only available light source being streetlamps. Trixie had stayed by her side the entire evening, but seemed to be losing hope.
“You seem determined, Twilight, but... I think we should call it a day.”
Twilight sighed, “That seems like our only option.” She gave Trixie an appreciative smile, “Thanks for keeping me company.”
“You're very welcome.”
She remembered earlier, Trixie had mentioned something about all the hotels being booked. “Do you need a place to stay? I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind if you roomed with me for one night.”
“That's very generous of you! As long as it isn't any trouble...”
“No, no trouble.” Twilight looked around, trying to get an idea of where exactly she was, and realized that her neighborhood wasn't very far. “Come on, I actually live pretty close by.”
The walk to her house was rather quiet, and Twilight didn't mind one bit. She was worried about her relationship, and needed some time to think. As she walked up to her doorstep, she decided she would take the first train back to town tomorrow morning, and try to find Pinkie. She would most likely be at the Cake's house, and Twilight would try her best to make things right.
Twilight had knocked on her door without realizing it, still focusing her mind on her problem, but when her mother answered, Twilight snapped back to reality.
“Oh, hello.” Twilight's mother raised an eyebrow as she noticed Trixie, “What happened to your other friend?”
“We had a little argument... which is why I didn't make it to dinner. I'm sorry,” Twilight motioned towards Trixie, “But I ran into Trixie earlier, and we were wondering if she could spend the night.”
“A... sleepover?” Twilight's mother looked astonished, and then suddenly clapped her hands together in excitement. “My daughter is having a sleepover! The first one since... scratch that, I'm pretty sure this is the first one.”
“Mom...”
“I never expected you to be such a social butterfly, sweetie! I'll make some cookies for you girls!”
“Mom, I'm twenty.”
Her mother had already gone off into the kitchen, and Twilight turned to Trixie, slightly embarrassed, but Trixie was smiling.
“Your mother seems nice.”
“Thanks. She is, but I don't think all of that was necessary.” Twilight went inside and headed towards a large spiral staircase.
Trixie shrugged as she walked in after her. They reached her room, which was a little ways down the hallway on the second floor. Once they both were in, Twilight closed the door behind her, then sat down on her bed. Trixie sat beside her, and the two started to chat. The conversation started out as simple getting to know you sort of questions, but it eventually turned towards magic. They talked about spells for a while, until Twilight retrieved a book from a nearby shelf to show her a spell, and Trixie told her that was one of her favorites.
It turned out Trixie was very well read, and the two had plenty in common as far as favorite authors went. It was interesting, suddenly becoming friends with someone who had seemed so... unfriendly.
Twilight hadn't realized what time it was until it was already ten, and she was surprised at how fast the time had flown by.
“Wow, it's already pretty late.” Twilight guessed her mom had made cookies, but had heard the two chatting and didn't want to interrupt.
“Yeah... I don't mean to be rude, but I'm pretty bushed.” Trixie yawned, proving her statement. “Where should I sleep? In here with you?”
They did have a guest room, but Twilight saw no problem with letting Trixie share her bed. It was queen sized, and there was plenty of room for the both of them. “Sure, why not?”
The two got ready for bed, Twilight changing into pajamas and Trixie simply removing her cloak and hat, since she said she hadn't brought anything to sleep in. Trixie fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and it didn't take Twilight much longer to pass out. She was exhausted, but made sure before slipping into sleep, that she and Trixie had plenty of space between them. In fact, Twilight was practically on the edge of her side, trying to give Trixie plenty of room.
“... Hello.”
“Hi there, Mr. Sparkle! I'm Pinkie Pie, it's nice to meet you officially.”
Pinkie was glad to see Twilight's dad was still dressed, so he probably hadn't been sleeping, although he was giving Pinkie a strange look.
“I'm Twilight's friend. Sorry about the time, but I need to talk to her, if that's fine with you.”
“Uh... sure. She's upstairs, in her room, but she might be asleep.”
“Thank you!”
Pinkie darted passed her father, and took the stairs two at a time to get to Twilight's room. Twilight's father shrugged as he watched her go, and walked off.
“Twilight!” Pinkie didn't bother knocking, she simply burst through the door, and flicked on the light. “I thought about it, and I...!” Pinkie's eyes widened as she looked at Twilight's bed. “Forgive you...”
Twilight woke up quickly at the sound of Pinkie's voice, and when she saw her in the doorway, she tried to sit up and greet her, but an arm around her stomach kept her down. “What the...?”
She looked to her side, and saw Trixie, topless and still asleep, clinging to Twilight. Twilight looked down at herself, and found all she was wearing on her chest was a bra. “Oh... shit!” She immediately turned back to Pinkie, who seemed to be frozen on the spot she was standing. “Pinkie, this isn't what it looks like!”
Pinkie backed out of the room, and suddenly took off down the stairs.
“Pinkie, hang on!” She threw Trixie's arm off of her, and sprinted after Pinkie, but she made it to the front door before Twilight could reach her, and left. Twilight went outside after her, not caring about being in a bra.
“Pinkie!”
She had disappeared, and Twilight had no idea which way she had gone, it was too dark to search. She went back inside and shut the door, then leaned up against it, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. She sat there for a moment, but finally, figured she should go back upstairs and see what exactly had happened with Trixie. She stood and made her way towards the staircase, until she heard a familiar popping sound come from behind her. That was the sound casting the teleportation spell made...
“Well, Twilight Sparkle, we are finally even!” Trixie laughed as Twilight turned to face her. She was fully clothed now, cloak and all, and had a triumphant smirk on her face.“You ruined the great and powerful Trixie's career, and Trixie ruined your relationship.”
“You did this on purpose?”
“Of course! You didn't think someone as amazing as Trixie actually wanted to be your friend, did you?” Trixie laughed once again, “It was all part of a clever ruse! And Trixie would never stop talking in third person!”
“How did you...?” Twilight felt sick at the thought of losing Pinkie, all because of a misunderstanding.
“Trixie did her research, that's how. She discovered your relationship, and after weeks of acting lessons and planning, well... all it took was a little improv, and the rest is history.”
It was all sinking in. Twilight's first love now hated her, and there was no explaining what had happened, since it all seemed so impractical. And it was all because of this... conniving bitch standing in front of her.
“Trixie, you've done some pretty obnoxious things,” Her fists were clenched, her tone low and threatening. “But this is the worst.”
Trixie's eyes narrowed at her as Twilight's hands started to glow a deep purple. “Is it a magical duel you're after? Trixie accepts!” Her own hands began to glow, and she raised them to cast a spell, but Twilight was faster on the draw. A small blast of magical energy shot forth, Trixie cast a deflection spell, and the magic shot back at Twilight. She sidestepped the spell, and waved her hand again, sending a larger blast of magic towards her opponent, who extended her hands and conjured a magical shield in front of her. Twilight wasn't deterred, and kept up her assault, waving her hands frantically, but precisely, as she cast more spells at the shield. Trixie looked determined to keep her shield up, and Twilight, equally determined to bring it down.
Trixie was sliding backwards with the force of the spells, until she couldn't slide anymore, and finally, was backed against the wall. Beads of sweat were starting to form on Trixie's brow, and Twilight appeared to be taking out her anger through her attacks, each one stronger than the next. Finally, the shield broke, and Trixie was left pressed up against the wall, and completely vulnerable, even if only for a few moments. Twilight didn't hesitate, and with the cast of another spell, Trixie's wrists and ankles were suddenly magically bound to the wall, held there by an invisible force.
Twilight walked over, and pulled back a glowing fist, prepared to let it fly.
“No! Not Trixie's face!”
Twilight hesitated, and finally, decided she wasn't worth it. Resorting to violence was something she didn't want to make a habit of. So, with a sigh, her hands lost their glow, and Trixie was released from her magical binds. She collapsed onto the floor, and Twilight even offered her a hand to help her up, which Trixie cautiously accepted.
“Get out of here, Trixie.”
Trixie eyed her for a second, then turned on her heel and left, shutting the front door behind her. Twilight hoped she would never have to see her again.
