A Tineey Little Sleepover

The next day in class, both Tineey and Cupcake Sweets arrived to find a cute purple-and-pink envelope waiting on their desks. Cupcake opened hers first, ripping the envelope apart almost immediately and smiling as she yanked the thin paper invitation out. Tineey was less enthusiastic, but still in a good enough mood to mimic his friend's enthusiasm.

"Who do you think it's from?" Cupcake asked. She'd scanned the invitation and immediately started hunting for clues.

"Well, it says 'From Diamond Tiara' on the front," Tineey said. "That might be a clue."

Cupcake Sweets scrunched up her face like one of those adorable ponies on T.V. in the scrunch-face commercials.

"Why would Diamond Tiara wanna invite us for a sleep-over?"

Tineey shrugged.

"Beats me. Maybe she wants to make friends?"

Cupcake Sweets raised an eyebrow.

"Now? She's always been mean to us before."

Tineey shrugged again.

"Never too late for a change of heart. Wasn't there a song about it that one time?"

Cupcake Sweets shrugged too.

"I dunno. Maybe. I think I was masturbating at home that day."

"You mean Wednesday?"

"Last Wednesday."

"Every Wednesday?"

"Whatever."

Tineey studied the envelope and invitation curiously. He held the extremely thin paper next to his nose, sniffed it, and was rewarded instantly with an overpowering dose of mingled perfume scents and the strange, insistently lingering aroma of rose-and-honey bath-beads. Tineey found himself wondering if he'd have been able to identify the invitation by smell alone, absent the giant letterhead on the front of the envelope. And, yes, Diamond Tiara had never been particularly nice to the pair of them... but maybe the best time for amending fences was always the present?

As though she could hear the volume of her name being thought about, Diamond Tiara sidled her way over to Tineey and Cupcake Sweets' desks. She waited only a few seconds for them to notice her, the way she did whenever she entered a room or walked up next to a conversation. When neither the big-titted filly nor the albino changeling seemed to notice her, Dimaond Tiara cleared her throat loudly. Then cleared it again. Then said 'Hmph!' loudly, and in the direction of the two friends.

Finally, when it seemed the morning might stretch out infinitely without either piece of the pair broaching the subject of the invites, Diamond Tiara shook her head, tossing her mane from side to side, sighed loudly, and stared pointedly in Tineey and Cupcake's direction.

"So?" she asked, tilting her head back haughtily.

"Huh?" Tineey had been sucked into the aroma of the invitation again, he thought there was just the slighest hint of sex-sweat buried beneath the multiplicitous fragrances. Not that he wasn't interested, albeit slightly terrified, at the prospect of spending the night at somepony else's house, as a friend no less... and yet, somehow, with Diamond Tiara, it was obvious there must be a catch buried underneath the welcome matt. Cupcake must have sensed it too, because she didn't answer Diamond Tiara directly besides giving her a curious, cursory stare.

"The slumber party," Diamond Tiara said flatly, staring pointedly at the invitation on Cupcake's desk. "It's not every day somepony of my stature sends an invite to such a prestigious sleepover..." Diamond Tiara smirked and leaned on Tineey's desk, resting her foreleg next to the invitation and leaning towards the poor, nervous changeling.

"Oh," she said, as though noticing something suddenly, and pulled herself away from the desk, her smirk abating to a gentle, uncertain smile. "But, my parents did say no colts are allowed... I guess that's not a problem though. You're a changeling, right?" Diamond's smile had crept from insidious to devilish, and the dark fire burning in her eyes made Tineey's throat swell uneasily for a reason he couldn't pinpoint.

"Yeah," Tineey said quietly, "but I—"

"Just make sure you're both wearing a night-gown and there shouldn't be any problems," Diamond interrupted. "And, of course, since it's my house, there is a dress-code... frills, lace, that kind of thing. Just don't show up under-dressed."

Diamond Tiara handed both Cupcake and Tineey a small, printed pamphlet, on which were illustrated several outlines of pony-fashioned night-gowns, with relevant sections highlighted for comparison and notated for stylistic similarities. The gown at the top of the page was a form-hugging, incredibly evocative piece, made of mesh and thin black strands of lace, more like something you might see in the centerfold spread of a Playpony magazine than what an underage filly should be wearing to bed. Though, again, Diamond Tiara wasthe wealthiest pony in school, and maybe there were just certain differences between 'high' and 'low' class means of dress...

"We're gonna watch movies and eat popcorn and stay up all night gossiping about the other ponies in our class." Silver Spoon had appeared suddenly from out of nowhere, taken her place next to Diamond, and slid instantly into describing the evening's activities. "Doesn't that sound fun?"

Tineey felt like he was being baited into an obvious answer. But no matter how long he stared, Diamond and Silver Spoon were all smiles, and the pervasive perfume aroma wafting from the evening's invitations was enough to quell any other feelings of uneasiness Tineey had in the back of his mind. It was, after all, just a sleepover.

What could possibly go wrong?