Author's Note

Warning to readers, the next two chapters are pretty much just a sex scene, so if you don't want to read that it's best to wait for Chapter 10.

Chapter 8: Headache

The next few days of research only bring disappointment. You've spent all of your time trying to read and study, but all you've gotten that would help you is the time travel spell that Twilight uses in... ugh, what's the point in even trying to remember the episode, you're just too damn tired.

You're currently in your own bed finally, trying to get rid of this damned headache you've had since you got back. You've gotten to the point where you're going to go to the one place that you can think of: Twilight's house! Fuck the hospital, they don't have cute horses there! (Maybe, possibly)

So, with all of your integrity, you walk out of your home with the intention of either getting a smooch from Twilight or getting a cure for this goddamned headache. Preferably both.

You arrive at her glorious tree home with a vigor, entering it as you see the purple horse for the first time since... when was it? Oh yeah, when she let you sleep over, right? Maybe?

Holy shit, you need to get your memory checked out, do you have dementia or something?

"Oh hey Nate, watcha been up to? I've been meaning to talk" she says, with a nice smile on her muzzle and walking with a nice vibe. You truly want to give her a big smile, but the headache prevents you from doing so.

"Not much, mostly just research and... stuff... anyways, I've got this terrible headache, and I wanted to ask if you know a way to cure it?" You ask, as she gives you a look of concern.

"Oh I should have one... I'd ask Spike to help Mr look, but she's helping Rarity out, you remember her right?" She replies, turning to the bookshelves and using her purple magic to grav a specific book. She turns back to you, quickly turning to the middle of the book for whatever reason and starts to look for whatever she is looking for, which turns out to be literally a few lines down. "Ah, here it is! First, when did this headache start, right after your research, before it, or a bit after?" She asks in a chirpish tone. Kind of adorable, actually.

"Oh, uh... I'm pretty sure it was right after my researching, why?" You say, causing her pupils to shrink slightly before she puts her right front hoof on her face.

"Oohh... okay, that's... fine... you have something called a "Researcher's Ache". Basically, it's a headache caused by too much information that you didn't need coming in within a few days. It's easy to cure, but... it requires something specific" she says, sort of mumbling near the end.

Obviously, you're sort of confused, so you say "it requires what?", with a concerned tone in your voice.

"It... look, it sounds weird, but it requires you to either admit your feelings to another pony, a phoenix egg, or... sexual pleasure" she says, blushing at the end. You blush deeply aswell, realizing the possibilities and playing them out in your mind, the pain suddenly feeling miniscule.

Okay, so your choices are to admit your feelings to Twilight, steal some eggs, or bone Twilight. First choice is less than ideal, and most likely it'd end badly for you, so let's set that back. Second choice... you've always hated hurting anything, especially animals, so absolutely NOT. And the final choice... hooolllyy shiiittt what a great opportunity that would be. Your brain quickly forms an image of you and Twilight, laying in bed, mouth to mouth-

"-Nate? Nate, are you there?" You hear Twilight say, quickly bringing you out of that daydream of lust. "Um... thought I'd let you know, your... well, your... thing is a bit... you know..." she mumbles, her face so red and her voice so quiet you could swear she's fainting. You look down, and see...

HOLY SHIT YOUR HARD NO NO NO NO NOT CLOSE TO IDEAL ABORT MISSION OPERATION GO BACK HOME IS A GO!

In a rush of panic, your face goes from red to absolutely crimson as you use your magic to teleport from Twi's home to yours, rushing into your bed and putting your body under it, your vision now just your blue blanket and the sun beaming onto it. You cannot believe your body betrayed you like that, god DAMMIT. You can't ever face her again, you need to hide yourself from the entirety of Ponyville forever. FOREVER.

Oh, not just Ponyville, but EVERYONE. Who knows who this will get out to, Princess Celestia is pretty much a given. What a great thing to receive in the mail, "Dear Princess Celestia, my friend got a boner and fucking dipped out of my home", wonder how that'll go over.

After a few minutes of panic and trying to calm yourself, you hear your bedroom door open and also hear hoofsteps walking over to you in a gentle way.

"Nate... are you okay? It's me, Twilight... do you want some company?" You hear, her voice speaking to you in a gentle way that you didn't know she could speak in. You slowly peek over the blanket, her face still having a blush but now with a small caring smile, one you haven't seen since...
"Nate, I'm so sorry I acted so... nervous, I should've guessed that you liked me like... that, it certainly explains your stuttering when you first met me and the staring... look, I'm really sorry your feelings for me had to come out like that, and the truth is... I wouldn't mind it if you really wanted to... you know, do something..." she says, soothing you yet also exciting you with each word. Her hoof ends up making circles on your thigh, exciting you once more. You blush, but you decide to fully come out of the blanket, wiping some tears from your face.

"Wow, Twilight I'm... you don't need to, really, especially since my headache is now gone. Don't you have somepony else, anyways?" You quickly say, backing up slightly. She smiles, moving closer to you, slowly moving her face to yours.

"Don't worry, I don't have anyone, in fact... you'd be my first, believe it or not... in my twenty years of life, noone has shown feelings for me except you. Well, except for that one guard in Canterlot, but I wasn't ever interested in him that way. You though... you just have an energy that I just sort of... like, you know?" She says, speaking in such a way that you don't realize that her mouth is nearly on yours until now.

Well... this is the point of no return, do you go for it?