Author's Note

To celebrate their Spring Break, August Heart and Twilight Sparkle spend it at the Sparkle Family’s beach house, but when his sweetheart acts awfully weird for the first few days, he gets an answer midweek when he is the test subject of Twi's latest experiment, and it is a very hot one at it.

Your Adorkasexy Bookworm (March 16th, 2023)

What is she working on down at the beach, Auggie pondered.

August Heart of scraggly brown hair and lime-green eyes was making his way out of the bathroom of his two-person bedroom. He was now wearing polyester spandex, black-and-white-shaded swim trunks. Stretching his limbs once more, he draped his blue-green beach towel over his right shoulder, gathered his cellphone and sunscreen into his pocket, and placed his sunglasses on his head before sliding into his sandals. Fully ready to go, he made his way out of his room and proceeded down the hallway, where the cool air didn’t stop. Breathing in deep, he pulled his phone out to see the time. It read nine-thirty-nine in the AM. It immediately moved up a minute, forcing him to pick up the pace. He could hear the floorboards creaking beneath him before his attention turned to the screen door on his right.

He had a ten AM rendezvous with an old friend. Someone who invited him to spend Spring Break with her family at their beach house; the same someone whose side he’s been by since Sophomore Year in high school; the same someone he’s been crushing on before and after she transferred to Canterlot High.

Twilight Sparkle.

Mental images of the sweet Sparkle bookworm immediately flooded his brain, making him sigh in admiration. Everything about the girl was nothing he could ever get enough of. She was his ideal date and more. Socially awkward (even to this day, thankfully), highly educated and intelligent-a modern-day Einstein-and, as opposed to the old “never-judge-books-by-cover” saying, she was an unforgettable sight. Simply looking at her made August weak in the knees. Her figure was slim and rather graceful; her moderate purple and brilliant raspberry streaked hair was kept in an amazing ponytail held by her starry hair clip; and her moderate violet eyes were, to him, the most gorgeous stars to ever stare at, helped further with her cute glasses. Everything about her, inside and out, was brilliant and perfect.

And he admittedly had the Friendship Games to thank.

Never one for sports or school rivalries compared to his little brother Bruce, August simply focused on his studies. It was one of the few joys of high school for him; it gave him something to do than submit to mind-eating boredom. He was probably the most enthusiastic about schoolwork compared to the rest of his brothers. He didn’t bother to give the heated competition between the standard Canterlot High School and the conceited Crystal Prep Academy the time of day. Especially anyone from the latter.

He always hated private schools. They were too strict with their rules; way too expensive to pay off; and most of the students were from rich families who could afford it easy and were stuck-up snobs who thought themselves on top of the social Darwin food chain. And the, ugh, uniforms. Some people might think a schoolgirl looks sexy or cute in those things, but August thought that they were excessively restricting towards someone’s uniqueness. He’d even agreed with some popular, yet generous fashion designer from across the halls who called them severe. He'd always thank his ancestors that his father, a famous and charitable novelist, never sent any of his sons to any private school, let alone one of Crystal Prep’s undisputed reputation that is endlessly gloated about.

Either way, he didn’t want anything to do with the Games, so he kept to himself, especially when he had some close encounters with those crystal snobs.

That was…until he accidentally bumped into one of them. Or, more accurately, she bumped into him.

Frustrated at the clumsiness of the Prepper, he was about to bark an insult at them…only for his words to die out the instant he beheld her. He was utterly captivated by the adorably bespectacled Crystal Prepper with two different bright streaks among her hair.

She was ready to apologize, but Heart instead did the deed, taking full responsibility for what happened. Once helping her pick her things up from the ground, awkward silence filled their atmosphere until August broke it when he noticed a copy of Le Morte d’Arthur. His knowing the book caught her off-guard, surprised that he knew the book. He admitted that his English Composition II class was reading it for a final essay at the end of the year. He went on about how much he’s grown to love it, admiring its deviation from popular myths about the Round Table. The girl immediately boarded that train of thought, talking respectfully about the book’s deconstruction of the knights being “convincing.” Before they knew it, they were laughing with absolutely no conflict between them. They introduced themselves, and Heart blushingly called her name-Twilight Sparkle-“cute and befitting,” the comment making her cheeks blush red. She thanked him before he permitted her to call him Auggie.

They’d’ve continued if not for an imposing figure calling for Sparkle in a haughty tone. Auggie’s newest friend immediately tensed at the voice, knowing full well who it was from: her principal, Abacus Cinch. Her presence immediately made Twilight’s friendly demeanor melt into a frightened girl, unquestionably following her haughty demands, including getting away from “one of Canterlot High’s kind.” Warning him to stray away from her students so they aren’t “unfocused”, Cinch left away with Twilight. August’s blood boiled at the insults, glaring daggers at the older woman, before his gaze found its way back to Twilight. His face and mood both softened at the moment that they just shared, smiling with the hope of meeting her again.

And they did. Upon learning that she was on the Crystal Prep team for the Friendship Games, August dropped his studies to watch Twilight in action, even if it did sound creepy on his part. Plus, he was focused on someone on the opposing team, but could anyone blame him for crushing on such a sweetheart from such a toxic school? Everything about her was just amazing, better than anything from Crystal Prep.

They finally got the chance to talk after Twilight won the ACADECA for her school, much to their unimpressed nonchalant. Making sure they weren’t being watched by Cinch, they struck up a conversation in an unpopulated hall of lockers, talking for a good eight minutes. Heart told her about his high-achieving father and brothers and how he’s been very close to the latter since they were little. He even admitted to her his disdain for private schools when asked why they were attending public schools. At the mention of “uptight snobs who think they’re better than everyone else,” he saw Twilight’s eyes wide, causing him to rescind his choice of words. Much to his relief, however, she didn’t mind and instead voiced her own disdain for Crystal Prep, mentioning her interest to get away from it for the Everton Independent Study Program and admitting her involvement in the Games was due to Cinch threatening to influence denial for her application.

August was appalled by the truth, his heart breaking at the seams. He watched Twi slowly crumble apart when she went on a tirade about how toxic her school was. Everyone was just selfish and more willing to spit in her face and discard her to be nothing more than “peasant trash.” The more he heard, the more appalled he became. How could such a sweet, intelligent girl be subjected to such disrespect? At the end, she broke down, burying her face in hands and letting her fear and anger of CPA stream down her raw, burning cheeks. Auggie then instinctively wrapped his arms around her body, rubbing her back and whispering to let it all out. A couple of tense, yet tender moments passed before Twilight finally calmed down. She remained in Heart’s embrace for, even wrapped her own arms around his body, her grip tightening around him. He blushed at the feeling yet kept his arms where they were.

While they wished to have more time to talk, Twilight had to get back to her team, much to August’s disheartened understanding. But not wanting her to feel so lonely, Heart did something he’d never thought he’d do. He asked for her phone and, without answering her questions, gave her his number. She looked at her new contact with wonderment, clearly unable to believe what just happened. He simply told her to call him if she ever wanted to talk to a friend. Mention of “friend” made the only good apple from the Crystal Prep tree immediately engulf him in a big hug, to which he reciprocated without a second thought. And when they pulled apart, she thanked him for his comfort…with a surprise cheek kiss. August didn’t have time to question her since she immediately dashed away. But one thing at that moment was simple: he was now in love with the cutest girl from Crystal Prep.

What happened from that point forward was almost a blur. Canterlot won the Tri-Cross Relay, the Games went to a tiebreaker where the final six on both teams had to find their school flag across campus, and the CHS team-including the girlfriends of his brothers Henry and Josh-found their flag first and returned it to the center. While Canterlot celebrated its very first victory in the Games, Auggie was downhearted into thinking his crush was returning to that school of toxicity. But she didn’t. Crystal Prep’s Dean, who just happened to be her sister-in-law and friends with both Canterlot’s principal and vice-principal, put in a good word for Twi and got her to be an official Wondercolt, much to his delight.

Every day since has been nothing short of joyous for the second-eldest Heart. He was now seeing his crush every day at CHS. It was healthy for her to be so comfortable and open to everyone at school and was a complete contrast to Crystal Prep’s efforts to to crush her enthusiasm and happiness. She was always so sociable and nice towards everyone she interacted, and she even made best friends with the six finalists of the CHS Team, even joining in the vocals for their Rainbooms band. Everything about Twilight and her boosted self-esteem was just no more adorable than it was beautiful.

For August, however, the only thing better than watching her be happy around her fellow Wondercolts was the amount of time she was spending with him. Since she started attending, the pair have spent more time with each other per their wishes. Somedays, they sat together for lunch to talk over their daily issues and benefits; they waved each other at the halls during passing periods; they even shared three classes during their first year together: Algebra, Biology, and Health/Phys Ed. They immediately chose each other for partners on projects, quiz/test study pairs, and homework assignments, always working well, comparing their answers, and talking their very few disagreements out peacefully. They even carried that tradition of teamwork when they advanced to college despite not sharing any classes, doing their best to understand each other’s work.

Being around her wasn’t so simple, unfortunately. There were several times August wanted to tell Twilight how he really felt about her. Some thought-out scenarios involved something simple, such a conversation, a secret admirer note, or maybe a game. Other scenarios involved grandiose schemes, including some complex science equation that spelt out his feelings for her, a trip to one of Canterlot’s big dance, and a big romantic scavenger hunt for Valentine’s Day this year. For so long, he wanted to make thing more between him and her; to sweep her off her feet and proclaim his desire to be her special someone.

But he didn’t want to scare her off with his feelings. He didn’t want to pressure her into something for which she probably wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to ruin their friendship. So, he always took the unhealthy route and kept his love for her bottled up, only spilling it out on his late-night, sickeningly sweet poems. He’d also wait for her to make some sort of romantic move, either on him or someone else. Whatever the case, he was willing to admire the world’s cutest bookworm as nothing beyond his friend.

With one last, admiring sigh, August opened the door outside and embraced the warm breeze, a smile growing on his face.

The area surrounding the Sparkle Family beach house was quiet. He was the last resident to exit the household. Everyone else-Twilight’s parents, brothers, sister-in-law, and niece-were all down at the pool for the day. Everyone except for him…and Twilight.

Which is why he was just leaving the house.

It was ten after nine o’clock when Cadance woke August from his sleep. He was immediately awakened by the sight of her standing over him in her pale-cerise, one-piece swimsuit, shooting himself upright while turning his gaze away from her. She didn’t mind his looking at her since she was used to it, but she did compliment his gentlemanly nature. Blushing at her words, he asked her what she wanted, to which she replied by saying that Twilight was performing an experiment at the beach that she needed his help with. At that mention, Heart was simultaneously flabbergasted at how she could work during Spring Break and flattered that she wanted his help for whatever she was doing. She then told him to meet her by ten AM and relayed no further information. She left him alone so he could get changed into his swim trunks, winking at him before leaving him, much to his blushing bewilderment. Shrugging it off for the moment, Heart went to get ready.

August walked down the wooden steps, his sandals flipping and flopping against the wood, with the sound of seagulls flying overhead. He made his way back to solid, grey, jagged concrete stepping-stones before turning around to follow the path leading to the field of coarse gold and yellow, blocked by the decaying tan wood of the fence. Just behind the golden fields was the endless body of pure blue liquid, mixed with salt and seaweed. The sun itself hung overhead, its smoldering force beating down on Heart so quickly and sending sweat dripping down his skin. He licked his lips apprehensively. Twilight was down there somewhere, and she wanted to do some sort of experiment with him. How she can find the will to work during Spring Break was beyond his comprehension. Regardless, the least he could’ve done was help her in any way possible.

He made his way towards the gate at the end, hearing splashes and laughter and coos from his right. The view was blocked by the splintery fence, but he could just imagine the Sparkle family having fun in the chlorine-scented pool. Twilight Velvet would probably be poolside, suntanning her while reading a book and sipping on water, with her husband Night Light playing with his granddaughter Flurry Heart in the pool. Spike would be on a floatie suntanning while Shining Armor and Cadance would be sitting poolside, not doing their best to mask their kissing and flirting displays of affection in front of their daughter nor the parents.

August finally made it to the gate and, with a little trouble with the old lock, opened it to reveal the full glory of the beach. The scent of seawater immediately punched up his nostrils, the smell somehow both refreshing and revolting for him. He panned the area around him, looking for some sign of Twi. Much to his surprise, he found the beach to be rather empty. He had thought the place would be packed to the brim with parties of college students drinking and dancing and just going crazy. There were still people stationed across and apart from where he was standing, but they were either families, couples, or small gatherings of friends having a cookout and playing volleyball. Yet, among the small population, there was no sign of his date.

Date, he immediately wondered to himself. His mental gears grinded to a screeching halt. His face went utterly blank at what he thought of. Date? Whatever made this date? Helping with a project isn’t a date. He wasn’t on a date with the smartest girl of Canterlot High; why the hell would he think that he was on a date with Twilight Sparkle? He never went on a date with her before. Unless one counts study dates spent back in high school. But he didn’t count them. They were related to school, meant to help them pass upcoming quizzes and tests. Dates are supposed to be about hanging out and enjoying each other’s company and just having a good old time. Dates are also supposed to include some subtle flirting, innuendos, and some intimate contact, including-.

A hard left smack rippled across August’s face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Dammit, August,” he mumbled aloud. “Control your stupid libido and find Twilight!”

Rubbing his slightly red cheek, his eyes refocused on the sandy crowds, looking for the bookworm.

His search was immediately halted by a vibrating feeling from his pants. Opening the screen revealed the time to be nine-forty-two. He pulled out the source to open it, revealing a new message from his best friend/crush.

Speak of the bookworm, he commented before opening it.

(Twilight: Hi, August. Cadance just texted me that you’re at the beach. I’m about zero point eighty-nine miles from the left. Where there’s basically no one around. Take your time for me; I don’t care if you’re a little late. Just expect to be plunged right into work with the project.)

Sure, Heart mentally rolled his eyes. There’s nothing I enjoy more than doing a project that could have waited after Break instead of hanging out with the girl of my dreams and her family.

He brushed off his complaints before stuffing his cell back into his trunks. He then slid his sunglasses down over his eyes. Cracking his neck, he proceeded to the left where his crush was currently stationed, ready for whatever project she was going to force them to do.

Zero Point Eighty-Six Miles Later

Almost there, August simply stated to himself, the sun continuing to beat down on him.

The second-eldest Heart has spent the last 0.86 miles pondering over what Twilight was doing at this moment on this special project of hers. But knowing her, she’d probably be chin deep into it already. She was probably surrounded by small tables of chemical glasses and whiteboards. She’d probably be taking notes while her nose was in whatever science book she was reading. He chuckled at the notions of her workaholic tendencies. He’s seen enough of it to be used to it. Sometimes, she was such a busy bee to a fault, never taking the time to have some downtime to herself. No matter how much time she had to do something, she’d immediately go right for completing it over putting it off till the last minute. She was the work-first-and-have-fun-later type. Yet, it was one of the many reasons why he loved her.

He pulled out his cell and looked down at it to reveal the time: 10:01. He groaned to himself for being tardy. He prided himself on being early. Now that he thought of it, he spent the whole time walking to Twilight instead of speed walking. Other than his flip-flops, why didn’t he speed walk his way to her? Whatever the case, August decided to speed walk to wherever she was stationed. She was probably going into a full meltdown with him not around to help her. Last thing he needed was for his crush to lose it at least once during Spring Break. He went at a steady pace, making sure that he was fast enough to get to her, but slow enough to not lose any of his belongings. He felt his exposed toes brush against the warm grains of golden rocks beneath his feet. He groaned in frustration at the feeling while returning his cellphone where it was. He kept his eyes glued to what was in front of him, finding the area vacant. Not one beachgoer was within a mile; they were just little specks in the smoldering mirage. Twilight mentioned she was stationed in an area “where there’s basically no one around.” He was close.

He moved his head around for any sign of her, the sun glaring past his shades, making his eyes wince at the solar sting. But he soldiered on, keeping his focus forward for whatever sign of that ponytailed dark sapphire blue-haired cutie with bright purple streaks. Anyone with a similar combination is a sore thumb.

Through the sun’s glare, his eyes finally found his objective. She was laid down on a lavender towel, a bright pink star over a shining white star and surrounded by smaller white stars. A simple aqua-blue umbrella was staked into the sand, hanging its shadow overhead of her. A small blue cooler was right next to her, along with a small beachball and her lavender bookbag. A jarring departure from what he expected for a project.

But none of that was the eyeopener for the incoming Heart. What August Heart was staring at now was something completely unfathomable, something that could have been only seen in his dreams. Something…sexy.

Twilight Sparkle was laying down on her towel in the shade of an umbrella…in a bikini. Not the cute one-piece that she wore when taking pictures with the Rainbooms during their high school graduation hype; a legit two-piece swimsuit that surprisingly suited her. Simply colored purplish pink, her breasts hung soft and full in the bra’s cups, while her waist were hugged comfortably by the sexy panty piece below. August’s focus shifted up and down to ogle at the rest of her gorgeous figure. Her long arms and legs were skinny and luscious; her thighs were big and full; and her skin shined in the glow of the sun, reflecting off her beautiful body. Her hair was in its usual ponytail without her clip, and she maintained her glasses. Heart squinted his eyes to see a small smile on her face with a book preached over her head by her hands. The bookworm look, combined with the gorgeousness of her half-naked body, just instantly made her sexier than needed.

Heart was in utter awe at what he was now seeing. He even lifted his sunglasses up, despite the burning sun, just to be certain that he wasn’t hallucinating. And what was within a couple of feet of him was one hundred percent real. He wasn’t sure if it was meant to be, but the closer he got, the more he believed it. What he was looking at now was her Einstein-level genius of a crush at her most adorasexiest bookworm. The mere sight turned his personal temperature high, and he felt himself getting warmer, from his face…to his unmentionables.

Feeling his defining gender characteristic build a tent instantly sent his mind on panic mode. His feet automatically flip-flopped his body closer to her, making him bite his tongue. He composed himself in quick succession, placing his sunglasses back over his eyes and wrapping his towel around his waistline to mask his growing excitement. He sported a cringed smile, his teeth-clenched behind it, when he was within three feet of her.

Once within earshot of her, he cleared his throat for attention. He felt his body tense at the sight of Twilight spotting her partner.

“Auggie,” she happily declared, getting up off her towel. She walked up to him and gave him a big hug, nuzzling her way into her first real friend with a happy hum and tightening her embrace. While comforted by her obliviousness to his bright red face, Auggie was uncomfortable to be so close to her, her naked breasts pressed against his naked chest driving him mad with lust. Blood rushed to his cheeks, while his penis hardened and tightened more. Heart shakily returned the hug while forcing himself into unsexy things. Their tranquil moment lasted a little bit more before they pulled apart. They looked at each other up and down, their cheeks turning red at the sight of each other’s half-nakedness.

“So,” Heart awkwardly began, “that’s a new look on you.”

His right hand motioned itself up and down her body. Seeing this, Twilight smiled, looking down at herself while playing with some strands of hair at the end of her ponytail.

“Thank you,” she replied. “D-do you…like it? H-how do I look in it?”

August’s eyes shrank at her question. His brain went into critical cognition failure, his entire body seizing in its tracks. Was he literally just asked about how she looked in her bikini? A swimsuit that made her sexier compared to her cute one-piece? What was he supposed to tell her? That she was drop-dead gorgeous in her bikini? That it was taking his complete willpower to not pin her down on the sand and just make out with her while proclaiming his love for her? What the hell was he supposed to spit out?

“Y-yeah, I like it. You look…”

August failed to speak more. The burning sight of his crush in her new bikini was making it impossible for him to completely express his thoughts on it without sounding so perverted. Warm sweat, only helped by the cool sea breeze, rippled its shining presence down his temples; eyes began darting all around with no clear intention; his teeth made their presence known by biting down hard on his lower lips.

He watched Twilight’s nervousness slowly morph into slight impatience. Her being impatient made him mentally panic more.

Dammit, August, his conscious screamed at him. Think of something that she’ll like, NOW!! Think of what your brothers would do in this situation!

That last thought made his train of thought screech. His eyes centered themselves and his shoulders relaxed. His entire being calmed at the epiphany of borrowing a move from his little brother Henry on how to wow one’s significant other/crush.

“Auggie, are you still there,” he barely heard Sparkle call out.

She snapped her fingers in front of him, snapping him back into reality. He looked back at her, seeing her eyes stare at him with a mix of impatience and intrigue. His nerves settled and his confidence restored, he answered with a bold smile.

“You’re adorasexy, Twi.”

His entire face lit ablaze with his eyes drilling their way deep into their sockets. He then waited in silent dread for her reaction. Yet, he managed a small smile, and felt a parade’s worth of fireworks going off inside of him for what he just declared. He maintained his smile when looking at Twilight’s reaction to his compliment: bespectacled eyes that portrayed a warm acceptance, topped with a reddening smile that he couldn’t help finding adorable.

“Thank you so much, Auggie,” she sweetly mused. “I don’t normally accept a mix of two different words, but I can always make exceptions with you.”

Heart’s cheeks heated at her statement. A small part of him was also relieved to know that she wasn’t uncomfortable with his blatant attempt to reveal his feelings for her. Yet, he couldn’t help but be flabbergasted. The pair have been best friends for about four years, and he’s been, both intentionally and not, dropping hints and guesses of his growing love for her. And yet, she’s been treating him with nothing but platonic interest, as if nothing surprised her. Why hasn’t she caught on to him by now? Was she aware, but not interested in him? More focused on her work to acknowledge those feelings? Or just so socially inept when they met that she doesn’t notice such signs? Whatever the case, he was getting mildly frustrated, feeling his efforts were being wasted on a girl practically married to her work. But he couldn’t really stay mad at her; he was willing to wait however long for her to catch on, even if they were 90 years old. For now, he could enjoy her company.

“Ah, you’re just saying to make me feel good about myself,” August playfully accused.

“A little, admittedly. But it means enough that my best male friend knows how to accurately describe anything for me.”

“I’m honestly surprised that you’re wearing a bikini of all things; I thought you’d just wear your one-piece.”

“Hey, expressing my sexuality is one thing that stands on its own; working the courage to put it on is a whole other equation that you’ve no room to judge.”

Sparkle gestured at her body with her first statement before sticking two fingers up with the second half. After that, Heart shot his hands up.

“You’re right,” he hastily agreed with. “You’re absolutely right; I shouldn’t have any room to talk.”

Upon seeing his shaken stance, Twilight giggled away, her hand covering her mouth.

“I’m sorry for that,” she mirthfully apologized. “It’s so easy for me to screw with you.”

August did nothing but watch the bespectacled beauty continue to laugh at his expense. Normally, he’d be embarrassed out of his mind to be a fool in front of other people. But it was something completely different with Twilight. Whenever he watched her laugh at something, he felt a surge of warmth engulf his body, making him smile and blush. But when she especially laughed at him, warm pride filled his heart. He read somewhere that women appreciate people who can make them laugh. So, whenever he made her laugh, he was proud of doing so.

Her mirthful fit ceased, and he watched her wipe small tears out of her eyes. She then stared at him with her beautiful violet eyes.

“But,” she added, “it seriously means the world that you don’t think of me any differently, and I appreciate you for that.”

“What more can I say,” admitted Heart. “You only deserve the best.”

At that, Twilight’s cheeks flushed a slightly red hue. She then traced one of her hands down to meet one of his arms. The instant connection made Heart shiver, his penis twitching. His eyes made their way to her hand, just in time to see it creep its way up his arm, forcing him to keep his shiver down so to not scare her. And he could’ve swore he saw her nails painted purplish pink.

“That’s sweet,” she whispered. “And if you don’t mind my saying so…”

He looked back at her, slightly flinching at the sight of her seducing expression of bedroom eyes and a small smile lightly biting her lips. Staring into her face instantly made him forget everything and fall under her spell. In his numb state, he felt her hand reach the top of his shoulder before she slid three fingers across his skin. He fought with all of his might to not quake at the feeling of her touching his bare chest. She finally stopped moving her fingers in between his breasts before making small circles. A floodgate of chills and shivers washed over August at the feeling. With this much teasing, Heart couldn’t help but have one question that left him stark shocked. Was Twilight…flirting with him? Was her whole experiment just to get him to confess his feelings to her? Did she finally catch on? Was she reciprocating his feelings? Did she have her own crush on him that he himself didn’t notice? The possibilities blasted across his brain endlessly, nothing making sense to him in his vegetated state.

“I think you look rather handsome simply in swim trunks,” commented the ex-Crystal Prepper. “Hopefully behind that sarong of yours.”

Upon registering that last part, Heart mentally panicked. His face burned red when he caught onto the meaning behind her words: she actually wanted him to strip down to his trunks, which were now home to a familiar, yet unwelcomed guest that would scare her out of his life. And he didn’t want that, of all things.

He felt Sparkle’s fingers retract themselves from his chest, instantly breaking him out of his crush’s trance. He watched her face morph from flirtation to casual, acting as though she wasn’t just giving off red flags of romantic attachment towards him.

“C’mon. Lay your towel down and cop a squat.”

Not waiting for an answer, Sparkle immediately turned around. Auggie drooled at the sight of her straight, slick, gorgeous back. But his eyes lowered involuntary down to a more…juicy target: her booty. His entire manhood twitched in a frenzy at the temptation to grope her cheeks and just go nuts with them. It was in plain sight, and easy picking. It was too tempting to refuse. But he remained frozen, his body still a vegetable from her spell. Still not waiting for him to response, she made her way back to her towel, her hair sashaying in the gust of wind. Seeing this, August forced whatever blood he could to his legs, slowly bringing them back to mobility so he’d follow her.

While making their way to her station, Auggie’s eyes were unable to remain on one target. One second, they were facing down her back; the next, her voluptuous, bouncing ass that was hugged tightly by her bikini bottoms. It grew harder for him to not lay even one finger on her. And it was probably in his head, but he could have sworn that she was sashaying her hips. How could one bookworm look so cute and sexy in a two-piece swimsuit, he wondered.

Finally, they made their way to Sparkle’s station. She wasted no time bringing herself down to her towel, with her secret admirer staring at her all the way down. But it wasn’t the action that caught his attention; it was the how. When she planted her feet on her towel, her back never turning from Heart, she slowly leaned herself down, her knees bent forward and her booty sticking out.

August’s breath clogged up at the sight of his crush’s covered butt sticking out so blatantly. He was in dumbfounded shock, staring off into space, at what he was experiencing. Twilight being so blatant with her sexuality was completely unbelievable, he doubted it’d ever happen. But she proved him wrong, and she was throwing at him red flags of potential recuperation.

“Auggie,” called out Twilight.

His name called out broke the dumbfounded Heart out of his trance. He craned his vision down to see his crush now sitting upright on her towel, looking at him with a patting hand onto the sand and a sweet smile.

“You gonna join,” she asked.

“Yyyyyeah,” stretched Heart, though his cringed tone suggested otherwise.

He looked to see Twilight not entirely convinced by his answer with indifferent eyes that pierced into his soul. Then she smiled.

“Alright then,” she acknowledged. “Once you lay your towel, why don’t you rub yourself with your SPF?”

Upon hearing her proposal, August’s skull was no better than a cracking dam, more droplets of sweat flowing down his skin. His being grow no stiffer than a plank. Did he really hear Twilight permitting him to lay down next to her and brand his own sexuality in simple swim trunks? Where his growing excitement was? He was a disowned canine in Sparkle’s headlights, any loopholes and escape clauses proving ineffective and moot when thought out overall and not wanting to hurt her in any way. Heart’s only option was to grow a spine and accept her offer…without revealing his erection.

Without so much another word, the second-eldest Heart slowly brought himself down onto the sand with the eloquence of handling a box of exotic China to meet his best friend/crush on her level. He kept his towel around his waist, though, with the hope that he could at least mask his erection with it until he sat himself down on the sand before spreading it out. While sparing some glances at Twilight’s puzzled expression, he pulled the towel out of his trunks with ease, soon spreading it out. He sported a prolonged look upon his stiff member, embarrassed with how horny he’s grown around the half-naked Sparkle. He cursed himself for having such uncontrollable hormones. Without checking if Twilight was looking at him, he pushed his boner down into his trunks, closing off his legs immediately afterwards. The fire upon his cheeks slowly eased and his breathing normalized, but still existed the looming possibility that Twi saw him compose himself. He returned to his beach towel, straightening and smoothing it out until it was completely flat upon the sand for his sunbathing pleasure.

August turned to his left, the corner of his eyes vaguely making out Twilight looking at him, possibly confirming his theory that she saw him play with his wood for a short bit. He breathed deep before letting his apprehensions all out slowly. If she saw him do so, he had to swallow his woes and clean the slate. His manhood still trapped between his thighs, he turned himself to stare off into the distance of the aqua blue ocean, feeling the beach’s mix of warm air and cool sea breeze waft over his entire figure. He straightened himself one last time, keeping his tent to himself, before turning his head to meet Sparkle’s gaze.

He cleared his throat before he attempted to break any possible awkwardness.

“Not bad for a first time, huh, Twi,” he commented on the result of his towel spreading. He felt himself crack under the pressure of Twilight’s expression. However possible, even more bullets made their way down his temples before the tension was broken.

“Not…what I had in mind when I proposed ‘cop a squat,’” she admitted with a bemused smile, “But now we’re on even ground, and that’s all that matters. Now, how about the SPF.”

Auggie released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, wiping away any sweat with his right hand off of her head without realizing it until done. He then reached into his pocket for his white bottle of sunscreen with an orange sun. Not wasting another second, he opened the cap to squeeze a medium glob onto his fingers before rubbing his hands together and getting to work. Working his way up from his feet to his face and vigorously rubbing himself until his palms stung from slight friction burn, he covered every single inch of his skin in a protective coating, going as far as to rub a second coating onto his skin.

While working on his upper half, Heart couldn’t help but spare glances at his crush, looking to find her applying herself sunscreen as well. He found himself multitasking with his rubbing his shoulders and watching her. The adorasexy bookworm was simply so beautiful coating her arms in a protective skin of oil before working on her legs. He just couldn’t divert his gaze away from Twilight. How could the simple act of rubbing herself in sunscreen make her even more beautiful and cute that she already was? Not waiting for her to catch him crush-peeping on her, he returned his attention to his own body, squeezing more sunscreen onto his hands before coating his torso. While doing so, his entire body quaked at a personal thought. A personal, intimate thought.

The thought of him…rubbing Twilight.

Almost immediately, his entire focus went high up into his personal clouds, letting himself think about his most personal lusts, desires, and fetishes that he would like to enact on the bespectacled beauty. His thoughts drifted more towards what it would ever be for Twilight to ask his help with her rubbing sunscreen. Even while rubbing his face, he could imagine it all so vividly. Her asking him to rub her; allowing him full access to every exposed inch of her flawless skin; leading him to wherever she wanted, from her long, sexy legs to her long, sexy arms; listening to her speak while he did so. His heart skipped many beats at the thought of her deriving so much pleasure from his actions that she could actually…moan. Heart’s cheeks burned at his fantasy, his manhood unconsciously regaining girth and height at him doing so. His blood boiled with lust when he continued living in the dirty dream of rubbing his hands across every inch of Sparkle’s body-the closest thing to intimate contact he’d ever have with her-taking pleasure in listening to her moan erotically at his skin rubbing. His hands traveling wherever she wanted: her arms, her shoulders, her face, her-.

That’s when his common sense crashed into an unaccounted factor. Twilight always wore her one-piece that covered her back. But she was in a bikini this time around. And the mental math checked out: her in a bikini minus protection for her back plus sunscreen equaled…

I am totally screwed.

“Um, August?”

The second-eldest Heart slightly flinched, knowing full well what was coming his way. His eyes practically bulging themselves out, he gulped his breath back down before turning his head to his bespectacled crush. His face burnt hotter with every inch he turned, soon facing her and doing his damnedest to mask his horror behind a façade of an inquisitive smile.

“Yes,” he strained in near breathlessness, sweating up a storm.

“I hope it’s not too weird of me to ask,” Twilight started to say,

She twiddled her own sunscreen tube in her fingers, her eyes downcast. She even failed to notice August looking at the tube with pinpricks for eyes, sweat rushing down his face.

“Would you…please…do my back…for me please?”

The camel’s back broke in Heart’s mind. His body was lit ablaze; lustful blood flowed from all over down to his stiffening member, forcing him to pressure his wood between his thighs even more; and his entire mind was suffering total malfunction yet again. The mere thought was nerve-racking enough, but the reality? Sure, it was logical thing of her to ask the nearest person, i.e., him, to do her back for her since she couldn’t reach it. Still, it was something completely unbelievable for the boundaries of platonic friends. While Heart had the personal desire for them to be more-as far as he knew-he was still apprehensive of those emotions scaring her away. But, right now, she needed someone to cover her back. And that someone was him, whether he wanted it or not.

He shook his head to refocus, now staring at Twilight with a small smile disappearing from her face, shortly replaced by a frown. And he could’ve swore that he saw her blushing for the slightest moment.

“I mean,” she withdrew, “it seemed the only option I had. But if you’re uncomfortable-.”

“NO!”

Upon hearing his own objection aloud, he brought his hands over his mouth, as if that’ll help any. His eyes remained locked on his crush of a former Crystal Prepper, clearly taken aback by his outburst, staring back at him with pursed lips and agape eyes. He retracted his hands from his mouth, shifting his entire body to completely face her straight.

“I meant,” he explained. “I…would like…to cover your back, Twi.”

He watched Twilight’s expression soften into a smile.

“Really,” she asked with a tinge of excitement.

“Yeah, it was unexpected. But you’re my best friend, Twi. Plus, this is just quid pro quo, right? I do your back, you’ll do mine?”

“Heh, me rubbing sunscreen on your back? We’ll see about that.”

Both parties laughed at the brainiac’s joke before their mirth died down. They then stared down at each other, cheeks reddening. August was now trapped in a stare off with the girl of his dreams, admiring every detail of her face. Her skin glistening with sunscreen, he couldn’t help but see Sparkle’s eyes dilate bigger, imaging them to be shimmering, moderate violet sapphires hiding behind glasses that hid the even more beautiful bookworm. His eyes made brief contact with her free hand making their way up to her ponytail, fingers slowing running through the strands, her gaze never breaking from his face. They were simply a gorgeous pair to stare at forever. But her lips. Oh, her sweet lips. So small. So close to his own and up for grabs. He wished this moment could last forever or until he grew the pair needed to kiss her. Or vice versa.

In that one moment, there was nothing between them, but trust, acceptance…and maybe something more than friendship.

In his lovestruck state, he opened an empty hand.

“So, uh…may I have the sunscreen,” he dumbly requested.

Upon voicing his offer, Sparkle snapped out of whatever spell she was under, shaking her focus back straight. She looked back at Heart, looking down to see his hand extended. Silently acknowledging his request, she gave him the tube, which he accepted without a word. She formed a small smile at the gesture.

“How would you like to do this,” Auggie simply asked. “You upward, or laying down?”

“Oh,” Twi yelped. “If there’s no problem…with it… I wouldn’t mind you doing my back while I’m laying down.”

“Not at all, Twi,” assured Heart, even though his male brain immediately caught onto the implications.

Seeing no further questions or concerns about what’s next, Twilight wasted no time in positioning herself down on her beach towel, facing the ocean. She balanced her body with her arms on either side of her, straightened her legs from behind her, and finally plopped her belly down on the towel. Now down on her entire body, she was ready.

August felt his body quake in lustful anticipation His male brain-or any part of his brain-couldn’t believe what was soon to unfold between him and Twilight. They’ve never been so intimate with each other. Yet, there was no sexual gratification to derive from this. This was just a case of quid pro quo. Yet, what he was staring down at was nothing short of mouthwateringly tempting. Twilight’s back was lean, straight, and sexy, no different than any woman her age. But the cherry on top was what hid behind the fabric of her bikini bottoms. It was taking every fiber of willpower to not grope even one cheek of hers without making things permanently awkward.

Snapping himself out of his horny thoughts once more, Heart looked down at his crush’s sunscreen before popping the cap open and squeezing it onto his fingers. Closing the bottle onto his chest, he placed the tub down on Sparkle’s towel before rubbing his hands together to spread the lotion, planting himself straight on his knees.

This was it. The moment of intimate truth between August Heart and Twilight Sparkle. No turning back. No reset. Just the push forward to satisfy her need for sunscreen on her back.

Heaving a heavy take of oxygen via his nostrils, Auggie slowly kicked any unwanted carbon dioxide out of his system before bringing his hesitant hands down toward his adorasexy bookworm of a crush. His heartbeat accelerated the further he descended, his hands slightly trembling at the immediate, intimate contact he and Twi were about to experience.

His hands stopped just two inches over her back, looking at the back of Twilight’s head.

“Are you ready, Twi,” he hesitantly questioned her.

Twilight looked back at August with an expression of erotic excitement: bedroom eyes and a small, yet seducing smile, lightly biting her lips. The same expression she made when she called him handsome in his swim trunks.

“Go to town on my back, Auggie.”

Her answer. Simple but surprising. The sentence and expression were shocking enough. But her tone: completely alien to her sweet and analytical manner of speaking. It was of a trading girlfriend. Who was this woman, and what has she done to his best friend/crush?

Whatever the case, it was time. Time to endure quite possibly the most intimate physical contact he’s ever had in his life. Moving his shaking hands again, the glob of SPF finally connected with her skin…

…and both parties instantly shuddered at the feeling, their breathes hitching in their throats.

August’s nerves were in overdrive upon feeling his fingers brush against Sparkle’s skin, his senses still unable to comprehend the reality of him applying sunscreen onto his crush’s straight and sexy back. His lust rose beyond the roof, blood flooding into his cheeks and manhood. Shivering his initial shock off, Heart braced his focus back to his objective. His very intimate, nerve-racking, pulse-pounding objective. He slowly moved his hands across his crush’s back, his heart beating faster with every motion of his hands against her skin. Amidst hearing his heartbeat in his drums, he bit his lips at the sight of her back glistening in its entirety the more he rubbed it. Despite standing on them, his knees grew weaker by the minute. Any more of it, and he’d just collapse onto the stand in a sexual-charged coma. And while he was doing it right now, he still couldn’t believe that he was actually permitted to rub Twilight’s back with sunscreen. He felt unworthy of doing it. But it wasn’t just the idea itself; it was the trust she’s placed in him to do the deed. She’s always trusted him, of course, but she never trusted him to do something so intimate before, mainly because they’d never had to do it. Yet, considering everything they’ve been through, she’d trust him with her own delicate experiments. And he loved her too much to break that trust.

Lost in his daydream, Heart failed to register Twilight’s pleasure until his SPF-stained hands slithered onto her back, causing her to unleash her loudest moan yet. He snapped out of it, ceasing his lustful motions and looking down at her with shock.

“Y-y-y-you okay, Twi,” August nervously stammered, unable to believe what he just heard.

“Yes, of course,” she hummed sensually, still under whatever spell took over. “Are you?”

Heart was about to speak his mind but stopped himself when thinking back to her moaning. It sounded so alien and hot for a bespectacled girl, let alone Twilight. And he was to thank for it. He then realized that he was practically living out one of his fantasies. And he didn’t want to pass it up without another second guess. He returned to his efforts with a sly smirk, his eyes filled with subtle lust.

“Yeah,” he answered, “never mind, just thinking nonsense.”

The minute his hands started moving again, Twilight instantly moaned at the feeling, unable to contain her surprise excitement at the feeling. He moved his hands up and down-from her spine to her shoulder blades-wanting to make sure to coat every inch of her sexy back in a protective coat. While rubbing her blades, he was surprised with Twilight’s involuntary shiver at his fingers between them, all while humming a moan pretty loud.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you, Twi,” August inquired with a knowing smirk behind her.

“I won’t lie,” admitted Sparkle, “but the feeling of someone else tenderly feeling up my body is electrifyingly exciting.”

August’s cheeks lit up at the notions, and he felt his manhood stiffen at the notion of her being interested in such sensual contents.

What else is this surprisingly freaky brainiac into that I don’t know of, he thought to himself. A hopeful smile formed at the hope of being her bo-.

“I just remembered,” Twilight suddenly mentioned. “We haven’t brushed up on our American English Grammar in a while.”

Heart snapped out of his lustful thoughts at what Sparkle had just mentioned. Upon hearing her want to practice their Grammar, he let out a mirthful laugh at her insistence of continuing something last semester. He thought back to that semester and remembered how much he was struggling with the course material at first, unable to tell the difference between the “Be” verbs and Linking verbs. Writing the diagrams were the worst part: all of those words split apart into three differing sections while the rest hang at the bottom. When he first admitted his struggles with understanding the materials, Twilight volunteered to help him with it without being asked. What followed from that point on was Sparkle testing Heart’s knowledge of the course materials, labeling his mistakes, explaining the course to him in a way to apply himself to it, and just being patient with his blunders. In the end, all of it paid off with him gaining ninety percent on his final exam, a stark contrast from his first exam of seventy-eight. Ever appreciative of her, August couldn’t help but smother his crush in a bear hug, thanking her vicariously, much to her amused happiness. Just to make sure he doesn’t forget, she occasionally quizzed him on his skills, grading his efforts.

“C’mon,” playfully bemoaned Heart, “do I really have to continue studying it after passing the course?”

“It’s just to make sure your knowledge is continuously sharpened,” Sparkle insisted in an equally playful tone. “After all, I was your tutor, and I expect you be ready for a pop quiz.”

“Yeah, I’ve been getting that ever since winter break last year.”

“It’s good for you and you know it, wiseass.”

August’s face scrunched up at the sudden profanity of his crush. Never had he thought her capable of such language. First, the two-piece swimsuit; then, the sunscreen; now, the cussing? That sassy girl was just full of surprises today.

“Now enough stalling,” she interjected. “First question: what is the relative clause in ‘Martha Lebowski, who was a bus driver, dropped the students off at school’?”

“Who was a bus driver,” he answered confidently, continuing to rub her back with another squeeze of sunscreen.

“Correct. Give an example of a passive and active sentence with the terms ‘flowers’ and ‘plant vendor’.”

“For active, the plant vendor merchandised the flowers; for passive, the flowers were merchandised by the plant vendor.”

“Ten out of ten, keep it up. Name the seven coordinating conjunctions.”

“For, and, nor, but, or, yet, and so, easily described by the abbreviation FANBOYS.”

“Very good. What are the two rules regarding usage of a hyphen?”

“It joins together two or more modifiers that precede a noun and act as a a single modifier as opposed to separately modifying the noun, and no hyphen in needed when the first modifier before a noun ends in -ly.”

“Very good. Last question. You ready?”

“Heh, let’s finish strong, Sci-Twi.”

Twilight giggled at the nickname. She didn’t think much of it at first since it was some insulting name that some Crystal Preppers made for her innate interest in science. But, over the years and courtesy to August’s charm, it’s grown on her and simply thought it cute when given much more thought.

She returned her attention to the final question, a smile on face, confident in her friend’s response.

“Identify the subject, linking verb, and pronoun in ‘I love you’.”

“Oh, that’s simple,” Heart declared. “‘I’ is the subject; ‘love’ the linking verb; and ‘you’ the…pro…noun.”

August Heart started his sentence with confidence, unaware of what he was asked. But once it registered into his brain entirely, his confidence instantly evaporated.

His hands ceased their movement entirely; every muscle in his body froze and didn’t dare to move at the silence; and his brain glitched into inconsistence. He couldn’t believe it. Did Twilight literally and blatantly just say it? Did she really just subtly declare ‘I love you’ to him? No. No way. That had to have been in his head. There was no way she’d say it to him. He had to have been lost in his clouds again.

Feeling his hands stiff again, Twilight brought herself to sit upright, looking at him with those violet, bedroom gems of hers and a body-melting smile that could seduce anyone. She giggled to herself at the stupefied Heart before her. She’d clearly caused him to malfunction at the sudden weight of her sudden declaration. Feeling bold, she placed her right hand onto Auggie’s cheek and watched him snap out of his thoughts. He was now looking at her with an expression contorted joy and confusion. And she was absolutely positive that she knew what he wanted to say. And her smile grew bigger when she saw his mouth open, ready to speak…only to produce shrill nonsense pushing their way out of his throat. She waited for him to make something with his vocal cords, only to be amused with his futile efforts to produce cohesive thoughts. He wasn’t going to speak right any time soon.

She took initiative.

Bringing her other hand to cup his other cheek, Twilight brought herself forward…and kissed him. On the lips.

August Heart remained stiff in the kiss while his brain continued to process what was going on right now. Twilight was kissing him. Legit kissing him. On the mouth, no less. Never had he ever thought that she would do something so daring and intimate. But she has surprised him again. Finally, he began to return the kiss, bringing one arm around her naked back and placing the other on her left hand and his lips molding against her own. Soon enough, both parties were engaged in the kiss, mimicking each other’s movements perfectly and moaning into each other’s lust. Heart brushed his hand up and down her back, sending shivers across her body, while Sparkle moved her hands from his cheeks to deepen the kiss via one hand on neck and bringing the other up to his hair, rustling it slightly to make him moan. This moment was too great-no, amazing to want to end; he wished they could remain this way forever. Yet the need for oxygen and the gears in his head demanded otherwise. While drowned in the passion of the moment, lingering questions were still prominent to Heart. What was Twilight trying to accomplish, and why? Was it part of the experiment? Or was she more observant of his feelings for her than he pegged her to be?

Eventually, their lustful moment ended with the need for oxygen. They pulled away, breathing deep yet maintaining eye contact with each other and sporting big smiles on their faces. Heart felt his head lean forward to his crush, the cute bespectacled girl meeting him halfway. Now connected by foreheads, the pairs maintained their satisfied expressions.

“Not bad,” Sparkle inquired in between breaths, “for a first time?”

“Gold star…for us both,” joked Heart, placing a hand on her cheek. “I just…still can’t believe it.”

“What: that I kissed you, or that you weren't so slick with your romantic attachment to me?”

Upon hearing that, August’s face turned beet red, and his eyes shrank to pinpricks. He tried to explain, but the words died in his throat.

“Don’t sweat it much, Auggie,” Twilight assured with a small chuckle. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Of course there isn’t,” August finally spoke. “It’s just…I didn’t think you’d notice it.”

While he mentioned his thoughts on the matter, his blush grew brighter, and he planted a hand behind his head. He even bit his lower lip, eyes rolling away from her in anticipation for her insulted reaction.

And, sure enough, she didn’t take it much kindly.

“What,” she cried out indignantly. “Do you really think that I’m that socially inept?”

“Well…”

“Wow.”

“B-b-but that doesn’t make you dumb! You just aren’t the most knowledgeable about such things; especially…when you first started at CHS.”

Twilight looked at him with surprised eyes at that last comment. While his comment was slightly bruising to her understanding of things, she realized that he wasn’t without sustainability. Her thoughts circulated back to her early days at Canterlot High. She wasn’t used to having everyone be so nice to her compared to the negativity she endured at Crystal Prep. Everywhere she looked, she was expecting one of the students to do something that could hurt her in some way. She could name three right off the bat: her ducking under Bulk Bicep’s wave to her while walking in the halls, her accidentally bumping into Octavia Melody-thus causing her to spill her coffee on her shirt-and mistaking her apologizing attempt for an incoming insult towards her clumsiness, and her improperly mixing a chemistry experiment with Sunset Shimmer. Much to her relief and embarrassment, everyone explained that they weren’t going to hurt her.

Her cheeks burned at the embarrassing memories, especially since August used such moments to defend his case. She then looked back at him, seeing him sweat bullet after bullet in fearful anticipation. Contrasting her indignant eyes a couple of seconds ago, she looked at him now with understanding.

“I’ll admit,” she finally admitted, “I was a mess back then. But we both know that I’ve been getting better at interacting with others. After all, mingling with any student from Crystal Prep was no picnic. Everyone was just out to further their status and make themselves look good, even at the expense of others, especially mine. I was just so used to it that I wasn’t willing to take any chances at CHS. But I got to know a lot of good people there and I realized there was more to school than just books to read. I finally got to experience some freedom in being me, got in some trouble with the Rainbooms, took risks, and read up on what and how someone looks at me, either with understanding, clarity…or even love itself.”

With that last word, she looked straight into August’s own, watching them dilate at the mention of the L-word. She even moved her hand up to cover his own, her doing so causing him to shiver slightly and his cheeks to redden.

“I’ve noticed the looks you give me. The way you talk to and about me, the amount of care you have for me, the times you’ve vouched for me whether or not I really needed it. We were sophomores when we met, and I’ve known about your crush from the get-go. Now, I only have one question.”

Her gaze never breaking, she looked deep into her best male friend with hope, bringing her other to sandwich his hand.

“August Allen Heart, do you love me back?”

August was no stiffer than a plank before her question, and she had him dead to rights long before that. He never considered Twilight able to figure his feelings for her via analysis of his behavior towards her. Yet another thing to add to the pile of awesome things she was capable of. Now, he was caught in her trap, forced to get out by whatever means she provided. She wanted to know if he loved her back.

Breathing deep, he gave his answer.

“Twilight,” he softly proclaimed, “words can’t do justice the way I think of you; the way I feel about you. When we met, I could tell instantly that you weren’t another Crystal Prep snob. You just had this aura around that made you more innocent than them. You were and still are a cute, intelligent, independent, and compassionate woman who was just breaking out of her shell when I first met her. Then you told me about life at CPA and I just couldn’t stomach you going back there after the Games. I look back, and it’s amazing to see how far you’ve grown, enough to make this surprising get-together possible. You deserved better then, and you deservebetter now. I’m not the ideal example, but I promise that I would never purposely do anything that will make you feel what you felt back in CPA. I’d always care for you, consider your opinion, trust you to do anything on your own, and just be there when you need me, be it rain, shine, or disaster. So, to answer your question…yes, I do love you.”

August felt his face ablaze and his heartbeat faster than a speeding car. He had just spilled his guts out on her. He just told the girl of his affections the true depth of his feelings for her. He had unconsciously been bringing his hands to her own, squeezing them lightly with a never-breaking gaze. He could feel tears forming in his eyes, along with seeing some in her own. A hopeful grew on his face while watching one form on her face. He waited in anticipation for her response.

In the silent space between them, Sparkle’s hands squeezed Heart’s tightly. She looked at him with a smile…before pulling him close to her. In a quick motion, their lips connected yet again. She brought her free hands around August’s back, never wanting to break away from him. She soon felt Heart wrap his own hands around her back and neck, squeezing her softly and causing her to moan. She felt some tears break loose and stream down her cheeks as they continued their moment.

Oxygen needs broke through, and both parties pulled away with loving smiles, eyes glued to each other. Heart saw the flowing tears and brought himself to kiss her cheeks dry, savoring the little giggles that his new girlfriend made with every kiss. He pulled away, seeing an adorable smile on her face while her hands played with her ponytail.

“How does it feel, having a boyfriend,” Heart asked tenderly.

“If not for the possibility of them breaking apart upon collision and destruction of possible life,” Sparkle softly joked, “I’d say our worlds have collided.”

Both parties laughed softly at the joke.

“But, in all seriousness, I am…beyond exhilarated.”

“Me too for two reasons: I got my pent-up feelings out of my system, and you returned my feelings.”

“How can I not? You’re the very first friend I made; you’ve vouched for me more times than can be counted; you’re never mad at me for long and work things out with me; and you’ve an endearing personality.”

“You got me there.”

The newly paired Twigust shared a moment of silence between them, connecting foreheads again, enjoying the quiet jubilation of finally officiating their romance. They shared one small kiss.

“So, shall we continue with the experiment,” calmly questioned Twi.

August’s eyes lit open at the mention of the original reason for his rendezvous. If there even was one to begin with. Since Twilight kissed him, his analytical mind has been telling him that there is no experiment to happen. At least, not the kind she’s used to. So, he took the opportunity to ask her.

“Yeah, about that,” Heart beckoned, “I’m starting to think that our experiment is something way more than what I was led on to believe. Care to explain, Sci-Twi?”

With burning cheeks, Twilight confidently looked at her new boyfriend, a small smirk on face.

“C’mon, Auggie,” she insisted. “You’re a genius in your own right. What do you think the experiment is about?”

Heart burned red at her flirting, a smile creeping onto his face. His smile faded as his analytical mind started to think. The only certainty was that this was a deviation from her normal type of experiment. Her entire beach station was devoid of any equipment whatsoever: no beakers, no contraptions, no whiteboards, nothing. What kind of experiment could she be conducting without her equipment? He thought back to her behavior since he joined her. She’s been a flirting tease; allowed him to rub sunscreen on her naked back without hesitation; and blatantly strutted her sexuality in such a gorgeous bikini for his surprised pleasure. All such variables plus her declaration of love had to have equal something. His mind wandered into thoughts and territory completely unthinkable of Twilight to cross.

Watching him think away, Twilight brought a hand onto his naked chest, causing him to shudder upon contact. She stifled a laugh as she went about her business. She drew little circles, watching him writhe in pleasure before tenderly bringing her hand down south. She watched his analytical expression change to one of confused arousal. She kept her eyes glued on his face, soaking up as much of her boyfriend’s pleasure as she could, watching him drool at her traveling hand.

Finally, she reached her destination.

Heart quaked violently at the feeling of her delicate hand brushing against something so hard, yet so sensitive. Something that he was scared would scare her out of his life one too many times before. But she was now his girlfriend, lessening those fears to her getting off put by it. She was squeezing it so tenderly through the fabric of his trunks, causing it to harden more. He looked back at her, her teasing expression only making it harder still. She was staring down at him with eyes that begged him for an answer, regardless of the likelihood. Unable to turn down such an adorasexy face, he crunched the numbers again. Factoring in her teasing and flirting, permission to rub her back with sunscreen, a declaration of love, and-last, but definitely reigning queen-her bikini all but equated to…

August’s mind completely crashed and burned at the answer, his face going completely blank and turning tomato red. He couldn’t actually believe it. There was no way she wanted that. He looked around his surroundings, finding nobody in close proximity of them for over a mile. Doing so only confirmed the possibility even more. He felt his body lose all sense of motor skills at the implication, his brain completely dead in the water.

Blinking himself back to focus, he looked back at Twilight, who was sporting a very sexy smile.

“Oh…my…God, Twi,” he exclaimed softly, eyes sinking into his skull. “Y-y-you can’t…be serious…about it…are you?”

The former Crystal Prepper only looked at the second-eldest Heart with a smile that merely confirmed her intention while giving him another squeeze.

“Au contraire, my dear Heart,” she confirmed, “it…is exactly what this experiment involves.”

August’s heart stopped and his mind officially snapped at the confirmation. Twilight Sparkle just proposed the pinnacle of physical intimacy. And less than ten minutes after they became an official item.

I can’t believe this, he thought to him. First, the bikini; then, the sunscreen; now, the declaration of love and SEX?! Who is this vixen and what has she done to Twilight Sparkle?

Twilight merely giggled at the stupefied state August was at the moment. She brought a hand up to his chest over his heart, brushing her fingers against his skin gently.

“Hun,” she admitted, “there’s no beating around the bush when I tell you that I want you right now. Heck, I’ve been wanting you since we met, to be honest. I wasn’t sure how to approach you with such a serious matter without making things weird between us…until I thought of faking an experiment that you could help me with. I ran the whole thing with Cadance-don’t worry; she’ll keep quiet about me punching my virginity today to my parents and Shining-and I even came prepared. I know it’s so early for us, but…I want to seal the deal between us…if you want to, that is.”

August was left stark speechless at the offer. By the time she finished explaining herself, Twilight was playing with the ends of her ponytail, bringing her face to hide her blushing cheeks in reminiscence of her shy friend. He wouldn’t lie thinking it was adorable. Yet her heart was deadest on losing her virginity right there and now. He wouldn’t deny his want to be the one to do so, but he never expected it so soon after becoming her boyfriend. The heart sometimes wants what the Heart wants. And her heart wasn’t something to play with. Her heart-any woman’s, by extension-was, to echo back Night Light’s words to August when they first met, a sensitive piece that must be nurtured and care with tenderness. As such, he made a personal vow to never let her down if she’s serious about doing something, no matter his apprehensions.

Raising one hand to move beneath her hair, he felt his cheek within his palm, causing Twilight to quake at the feeling and drop her hair. He was now seeing her unfiltered beauty, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses.

“Twi,” tenderly proclaimed August, “I’d give you the Northern Stars to make you happy.”

Upon hearing it, Twilight’s face melted from sheer joy, cheeks burning red and eyes glossing. A smile wavered onto her face, her boyfriend using one of her favorite stars to confirm his consent making her happier than needed. She cupped both of his cheeks and smiled at him…before leaning in for a kiss.

August immediately reciprocated her kissing, his hands wrapping around her sleek back, his lips soon reflecting against her every movement. What was just one kiss quickly became two to three, more piling on, the pair becoming lost in each other’s passion. He never imagined how good it would feel for him. He kept his lips locked on her, his hands letting go of her back before making their way onto the towel-layered sand. Lust guiding him along, he began pushing his entire body down on the brainiac, wanting to-.

Suddenly, he felt his entire being pushed back and flipped onto his back. Now flat on his back, he was looking out into the ocean before his new girlfriend sat herself upon him… specifically, his crotch. She planted her hands firmly upon his arms, keeping him pinned where he were. She looked down at him with a lustful smile and eyes, leaving him anticipating for whatever fun she had in mind for him.

“Hmm, you feels so good between my legs,” Twilight moaned.

She watched her beau’s face turn crimson red at her comment, causing her to giggle. Biting her lower lips, she grinded herself against his lap, feeling his stiff member rub against her bottom. She watched August’s face contort with pleasure, biting his lip and twitching violently beneath her. She couldn’t help but feel a little smug at being able to have him at her mercy instead of vice versa. Plus, he got a good look at him and his shirtless chest. Maintaining her grinding, she brought her hands from his arms to his chest, evoking low, pleasured moans from him. The feeling of her hands upon his naked chest was driving him more mad with lust. She started writing little circles on his chest.

“Hmm, Twilight,” August moaned through the pleasure, “what are you tryi-?”

Canterlot High’s smartest student of 2020 quieted her boy with a finger to his lips. She looked down at him with insistent, yet demanding eyes. She then brought herself down upon his naked chest, keeping her finger where it was. She moved her other hand up to his left cheek, now redder than a tomato, by human standards. She kept bringing her down further…until her face was up-close to his.

Removing her finger from his lips, she lustfully stared at him with her next words.

“You’ve been asking too many questions today, baby boy…let mommy take care of you.”

August Heart’s entire face went complete crimson. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. He always felt that Twilight Sparkle would be a completely different person when behind closed doors. And she was indeed just taken up to eleven unexpected ways. This Twilight was a complete contrast from the shy, sweet hearted bookworm he knew and loved. He was at the mercy of a Twilight who strutted around her sexuality in skimpy clothing; teased him into confessing his feelings; made the first moves; proclaimed the L-word first; suggested sex not ten minutes into being a couple; and was now the dominant "mommy" of the two. And he was unashamedly enjoying it.

He tried and failed to fight off the burning blush on his cheeks while looking directly at his dominant "mommy," fidgeting slightly.

"Well," he inquired, "what...do you...have in mind...mommy?"

"You will see, Auggie," was all Twilight simply stated.

She spoke no other word and dove in for another lustful kiss. Hungrily sucking his face for reciprocation, she plunged her tongue against his teeth. Her eyes rolled back at the pleasure she was bringing herself into. She deepened the kiss when she brought her hands to cup his cheeks. She moaned into her beau's mouth, even more so when he moaned into her mouth. Just to up the ante, she continued grinding herself against his tightening trunks. Finally, Heart reciprocated her passion. Opening his mouth, he started plunging his own tongue into her mouth, sending the pair into a tongue war for control. His hands, meanwhile, were free to do whatever, and what they wanted to do was bring the bookworm of his lustful fantasies closer to him, deepening the kiss even more. They started rubbing up and down her sleek back, evoking sexy moans from her while moaning his own down her windpipe. Now trapped in a deadlock of passion, Twilight made another move. She removed her right hand from Auggie's cheek and brought it to her back. She grasped at air until she finally found her target. With some struggle, yet keeping her lips sealed upon, she undid the small knot.

Auggie was so lost in his tongue battle with Sparkle that he failed to notice her ceased efforts. Opening his blissed eyes, he looked to see Twilight brining herself up to knee above him. And all feeling was immediately down the drain.

He didn't think it possible for Twilight to be any more adorasexy until now. She had removed her glasses, allowing him to take in the full majesty of her violet stars for eyes. Released from their ponytail entrapment, her long hair was now cascading behind her, the cool spring air blowing by to send it flowing in its graceful beauty. And the cherry-no, cherries on top of the sundae, her breasts were free from their own prison, completely unfiltered and erected for August's viewing pleasure. And if that all wasn't enough to make him putty, she looked at him with her mouthwatering bedrooms eyes and bitten lower lip. All of this made Twilight fit the bill of an angel dropped from heaven, and he felt himself blessed to have her for a girlfriend.

"What does baby think of mommy's breasts," teased Sparkle in a lilted manner. "Do they look...delicious?"

August nodded in response, blushing so hard that steam would blow out of him no different than a train whistle. He could hear his boo giggle at his lovestruck thirst for her.

"Good. Because they play a very important part in the grand finale. So, be good for me, and I promise you, they're all yours."

"Yes, mommy," August obliged in his lovestruck state. "I will respect your wishes, from 69 to-."

“Screw 69; mommy just wants to get straight to the magic.”

Yet another burning blush crept upon Auggie's face. His adorasexy boo wasn't beating around the bush in the slightest. She wanted to take his virginity without any delays. But he wasn't going to fight against it one bit. If he was just being buttered up for her to punch their V-cards without much struggle, then he’d die happy. He could feel his manhood-probably purple with arousal at this point-stretching beyond his swim trunks' fabric, twitching for release.

"Would you rather I reveal myself to you, mommy," he inquired, "or would you do it yourself?"

Twilight's eyes were filled with a lustful twinkle, holding both breasts in one hand each.

"Do it slowly for me, baby," she answered. "Mommy wants to see it rise from its confinement."

August merely gave her flustered expression and before obliging. He controlled his hands to creep down his body-oily from the sunscreen from both he and Twi-all the way down to his trunks. His hands soon felt against the elastic waistband and grasped it firmly. He looked back up at Twilight, her twinkle still burning brightly, gave her a small smile on return, and proceeded to reveal himself. Slowly bringing his hands down, he shivered at the draft that assaulted his nether regions, never breaking away from his mommy. His hands smoothed pats her thighs, making her moan lightly at the contact. He blushed when he was given a bitten lower lip in response. She still kept her breasts in hand, shaking them up and down. He kept pulling down…until he finally felt his manhood spring free.

“Oop,” squeaked Sparkle, feeling his johnson brush against her bikini bottom. Her face grew bright red at the contact. She looked down and saw August giving a rather smug look.

“Aw,” he cooed, “does mommy like what she’s feeling beneath her?”

She gave a sly slime in return, instantly evaporating his smug ego.

“No more than you will love my flower,” she cooed.

She slid her sleek hands down her body, gently swaying her hips against his crotch, causing him to moan at the feeling. She kept bringing her hands down until they reached under the waistline of her bottoms. He watched her grasp it gently before one hand made its way to his chin and forced his vision back to her face. Her expression was conveying him not to spoil whatever surprise she has in store for him. Letting his chin go, he was glued on her, letting her resume her business downstairs. She pulled her bottoms down further and further until they were only at knee’s length.

“Now,” she obliged, “you can look at it.”

He averted his gaze from her face, watching her lean herself back to give him a decent view, to her womanhood. And what a spectacular sight for the second-eldest Heart. A glistening and winking hole so mouthwatering and tempting that he couldn’t look away. He licked his lips in thirst. Her very womanhood was now fully exposed to him and ripe for the taking. If only he couldn’t disappoint his mommy.

“How do I look au naturale, Auggie,” she asked rhetorically.

"Honestly," commented Heart, "even adorasexier au naturale than with the bikini."

"Good. Now, I know how to best nurture my baby."

Without speaking another word, she reached to the side for her bookbag. Grabbing it by one strap, she brought close to her before zipping it open. She then rummaged a hand through the contents inside, looking for her prize. She kept mumbling to herself as she did so, the habit becoming more impatient the longer she searched. Finally, her face lit up, pulling whatever she was looking for right out of the bag. She was now holding in her hand a small wheel that she bought just for her special occasion with her Heart. She looked down to see him eyeing the item in her hand with an expression that told her that he knew its purpose. Wasting no more seconds, she opened to reveal its content before popping one of them out of the plastic. Closing it shut, she dropped the wheel back into her open bag, trading it for a water bottle on the bag's side sleeve. Placing the pill on her tongue, she opened the bottle and took a swift swig of it. She breathed a small exhale, feeling the cool water flow down her throat, pill included. Now fully protected and the water back in its sleeve, she gently tossed the bag to the side and stared her lust down upon her baby boyfriend, ready to cross the threshold.

She leaned back forward, staring down at her baby with a lustfully hungry twinkle in her eyes. She then brought herself down to him, using her hands to support herself above him. She let her hair drift past her, blocking out the sun. She kept advancing towards him until her face was up close to his, their lips inches from kissing. He was now looking up at her, purple and raspberry streaks outspoken among the sea of moderate sapphire blue he was stranded in. Yet, with the sun’s glow blotted out by her beautiful hair, her moderate violet eyes and graceful smile were still the brightest things he could see.

“You ready to be a man, baby boy,” Twilight lustfully inquired.

Knowing her answer all too well, Heart only had one response.

“Let's make some magic, mommy,” he obliged, his voice lilted with confident lust.

Twilight spoke no further and immediately dove for another kiss, their tongue immediately pushing pass her beau's teeth. Soon after, he reciprocated, his own tongue molding against hers and bringing about a war of the tongues. He brought a hand to her neck, deepening the kiss further before she pushed him down by his shoulders. Then she slowly brought the rest of her body down. The lower she went, the more excited she was growing about the inevitable passion. Her moist entrance soon felt its way to the tip of her baby's johnson. She could hear him moan into her mouth at the feeling, much to her own aroused excitement. She opened her eyes while keeping up with the make-out session. She was observing the handsome Heart she was about to give her virginity to. A small part of her kept telling her that he wasn't it, but she didn't listen to it. She could never pick anyone more smart, considerate, and understanding of her than August Heart.

Without delay, she plunged down.

Both parties gasped hard, breaking their kissing session apart, at the feeling of August's manhood piercing its way past Twilight's womanhood. The latter could feel her hymen break at the slow slide in, causing small tears to form at the corner of her eyes, while the former kept taking small intakes of breaths to overcome the wash of arousal that just quaked his being. Their faces remained inches apart, breathing in and out for some relief from the pain and the tension.

August could feel his girlfriend's inner walls squeeze the life out of his erection, trying to grow accustomed to it. He couldn't help but feel some small trinkles of blood shimmy down his penis. He looked up at his girlfriend to see her eyes screwed shut and her mouth quivering, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"You okay, Twi," he asked tenderly.

Sparkle took a few more deep breaths until she could finally speak.

"Y-y-yeah," she quivered through her breath. "Just need a...couple seconds to get...used to your moneymaker, baby."

"Take all the time you need; I'll be ready when you are."

Twigust remained in their penetrated position until the former half of them was ready. Half a minute has passed until she was finally accustomed to his erection. She looked down at her lustful boyfriend with bedroom eyes and her lip-biting smile.

"Now I'm ready to continue," she confirmed.

Heart smiled wide at her answer, his hands rubbing her back slowly and tenderly, watching his mommy bring herself back to kiss him. Their lips remaining locked, their tongue resumed their tonguing combat. Their passionate moment was only made more exciting when Sparkle slowly brought her waist up, August's manhood sliding slowly out, before slowly bringing it back down. The both of them grunted and moaned at the rush of pleasure they’ve just experienced. They kept their lips locked, continuing their make-out session, while the adorasexy bookworm repeated her cock-riding.

Heart moaned lowly at the sensation. His fantasies were amazing enough, but the reality? Reality was beyond comprehension. Words couldn't describe the feeling alone. He was swimming in an Atlantic Ocean’s worth of euphoria, sensation tingling down his spine. His tongue molded perfectly with Twilight’s; his hands rubbed against her back gingerly, sending shivers across her body; and his shaft was slowly sliding in and out of his mommy’s tight womanhood with ease. One of his hands found their way up her hair, stroking her long, beautiful strands, a pleasure she quickly returned with one hand. Lost in his moaning passion, he failed to register Twilight’s other hand making circles upon his chest, but once it clicked, he immediately shivered and moaned at the feeling, slightly twitching. He continued his rubbing her back and hair while letting her continue riding his cock, which was getting faster with each thrust.

Twilight was practically in heaven at the sexually driven high she was on right now. She never imagined herself in such an intimate position until she met August, and living out a dream she's experienced more than ten times was beyond anything she could have ever expected. She continued to exchange saliva with her baby, moaning into his mouth at the feeling of his hands rubbing against her back, making her shiver in satisfaction. She still felt some pain from his manhood, but it was slowly going away with his cock sliding in and out of her more easily than before. She shivered once more at her baby running his hands through her hair. She quickly returned the favor by bringing one hand to his scraggly hair and brushing against the stands, making him moan into her mouth once again. Her unoccupied hand was moved to his chest, where it started making circles on it, causing him to moan and slightly quake at the lustful pleasure. She was now multitasking with her handsy efforts and her increasingly quickening cock-riding.

Twigust were an inseparable pairing in a tsunami of their own passionate love and lust...

...until Twilight pulled away slightly, ceasing her efforts entirely. She looked down at her baby, who stared back at her inquisitively.

"I just found out how to make this better," she informed her.

"How so," replied Heart with a smile.

"Grope 'em."

Auggie didn't need any more clarification with what she had just mentioned. With a very eager smile plastered upon his face, he waited impatiently for Twilight to retract her hands from his shoulders, allowing him to fully move his arms once more. He kept his gaze locked on his mommy, extending his hands to his side, fingers clawing in and out, hungry for her breasts. Almost immediately, he lunged forward.

Sparkle gasped sharply at the feeling of two warm hands clutching each of her breasts. She bit her lips to muffle her vocal arousal, looking down at her baby with a growing grin. Without much warning, she immediately resumed her cock-riding before bringing herself to kiss him deeply. They soon became engulfed in yet another kissing battle for control, August continuing to fondle his girlfriend's unpoppable balloons. They moaned hard into each other mouths, wanting to savor the feeling of each other's tongue for however long they could manage.

If he had to guess who, Heart would label Twilight herself the most sexually excited, for she was experiencing the pinnacle of human intimate contact-something he was certain she'd never thought she'd feel-and with him of all people. He was no more excited himself, enjoying the moment so much. Way too much. Nobody could blame him with all of his pent-up lust for her. If possible, he would never want their moment to end.

With every thrust from his Sparkle, he was bringing himself closer to the edge.

"Baby," Twilight panted between kisses, "I'm...nearing my...edge! Are you..."

"I am," Heart exclaimed. "I...I..."

"Just...keep it in...till I say otherwise...baby!"

August didn't need any more encouragement than that to keep Twilight's libido on an all-time high until their climaxes did them apart. He started panting no different than an animal in heat with Twilight speeding up her cock-riding. Just to speed their process along, she kept plunging her tongue down his throat, making him even more hungry for her. He soon started his own efforts in making Twilight cave with him. Hands clasped onto her breasts, he used both of them to squeeze and fondle them, shaking them up and down. To further the drive, he began twisting her nipples, making her squeal in ecstasy. He could feel himself starting to reach his limit yet wanting more. Going against her orders, he released one breast and brought his right hand down to her cute ass. He immediately went for a handful, squeezing it hard enough to make his mommy squeal into his mouth yet again. And, just for the kink of it, he raised it high enough and brought it back down on her cheek hard. The impact caused Sparkle to shoot her head out in a sharp, pleasured gasp before looking back at her Heart.

"Does mommy like that," Heart inquired slyly.

"Hmm, mommy lovey so much," confirmed Sparkle before diving in for more kisses.

With such confirmation, August wasted no time in returning to his efforts, even with his climax nearing. He raised his hand once more before bringing it down hard, sending erotic ripples across her girlfriend's body. He repeated the process, wanting to further his and Twilight's coming climaxes. Smacks of hands and kisses echoed from their beach station. His mommy had the same idea, he felt, since she continued her handsy efforts while quickening her cock-riding to its absolute fastest, sending shivers across his body. Both halves of Twigust were sweating and moaning up storms, wanting to milk their efforts however long they could.

Lost in their erotic passion, Twigust were unrelenting in their erotic pleasures until-.

Their collective dam burst.

Remaining locked by their lips, Twigust screamed their lustful ecstasy into each other's mouths. They continued kissing and fondling each other while their hoods shot drop after drop of their reproductive fluids. They kept up their erotic efforts until their bodies gave into pure exhaustion. Despite her body growing more weaker from her efforts, Twilight kept on milking her efforts, wanting to savor her exciting feeling for however long she could manage. August, meanwhile, was more occupied with giving her breasts and rear all the pleasure his hands could offer, fondling and spanking them with all his energy. Their screams echoed across the beach, with no pedestrian nearby at all to hear or witness it.

Finally, their lust subsided, and their passion died down entirely. Both parties looked up at each other, sweaty and exhausted from the most intimate moment they have just experienced, panting heavy, yet extremely happy. Twilight slowly brought herself up, feeling her Heart's manhood slip out her beaten pussy. Once he was completely out of her, she wasted no time in collapsing upon him. Her body was immediately caught in his arms, wanting to keep her close to her after the most exciting moment of their lives.

"Wow," was all August could pant in his shortage of breath.

"That...was...exhilarating," commented Twilight through panting breaths.

She brought herself to look up at her baby with tired, yet affectionate lust. She brought a hand to his cheek, causing both parties to blush at the feeling.

"Not a bad idea for an experiment," Sparkle questioned, her breath normalized.

"Hardly a bad idea, Twi," answered Heart with his own normal breath. "In fact, the best."

"That's good to hear. You've no idea the hoops I've jumped through to make this possible."

"Wait, how long have you been planning this?"

"Since Christmas last year."

August's eyes widen at her answer that she causally gave, almost if it didn't have any significant weight.

"Christm-," he repeated, his words falling flat. "You've been planning this since Christmas of '22, and I never noticed it?"

"Well, of course you didn't," she answered rather obviously. "You were more focused with your studies-no different than me-and 'trying' to keep your crush for me under thin wraps to notice me scheming of making this possible. Rainbow Dash drove me down to the clinic where I got the pills; Rarity insisted on making for me the bikini; and Cadance came up with the idea of spending Spring Break at the beach house, along with officiating our relationship on the beach in a very private area."

"W-w-w-wait. Does anyone else in your family besides Cadance know about this? Do your brother or father know?"

"Only Cadance. Spike nearly found out when I was rehearsing in my room one time, but I convinced him that it was for Rarity's latest runway showcase."

"Oh, thank goodness it was Spike instead of Shining. I mean, the latter's a great guy, of course, but having a police captain for a brother is intimating, y'know? If he knew of this and got his hands on me-."

"Relax, hun. I'd talk him or my dad out of hurting you if they knew. Besides, they know you enough to know you'd never hurt me."

Twilight placed one hand on top of his, holding it in a light squeeze.

"I would never in any lifetime," August confirmed with a sweet smile.

Twilight nuzzled onto his chest, wrapping her hands around his back.

"So, what do you think, your family might catch on to us dating when we get back to the beach house?"

"Only if Cadance hadn't brought it up to them by then. And I mean 'the declaring of love' by 'it,' just to ease your worries."

Twilight spoke her assurance in a rapid tone, knowing full well her new boyfriend's tendencies for covering all his bets. Doing so caused him to burst into a small laughing fit, after which she started laughing along. A couple of seconds passed before their mirth died down between them.

"So," Heart mused, "I'm guessing we'll have to tell them. What do you think they'll say?"

"Whatever they say," Sparkle assured, "we'll roll with it. What matters is that I've got you by my side and vice versa."

"Heh. Wow, you're anything but the bookworm I know and love."

"What can I say? I'm just one of a species that is chock full of surprises."

August sported a smile at her comment before a yawn broke through his mouth. He could hear Twilight giggle at him while he tried covering it.

"I hear ya, hun," she tiredly seconded before covering her own yawn.

The exhausted pair of Twigust let their bodies collapse entirely upon the towel, with August keeping his new girlfriend in his arms. He gently played with her hair, making her moan at the feeling and nuzzle up against him. Both parties felt their eyes grow heavier at the weight of the Sandman's power, their minds drifting off into sleep.

Snapping himself half-awake, Heart managed enough energy for one last thing to tell his new girlfriend.

"I love you, Twilight," August declared.

Twilight looked back at him, her eyes conveying vague lust through tired eyes. She brought herself closer to him before scoring yet another direct kiss on the lips, which he immediately reciprocated. It wasn't a messy attempt for dominance over the moment; it was just a simple meeting on the lips, no less passionate. She pulled away, a blissed smile upon her face matching that on her new boyfriend.

"I love you too, August," Twilight returned.

And, with one last kiss, the pair of Twigust finally gave into fatigue and molded together upon the towel in quiet bliss.

August Heart started the day uncertain of what would happen and ended it knowing now. He did not, for the life of himself, believe that he would experience the highest form of human intimacy that day, let alone with the girl of his dreams. But he was proven wrong. He was proven very wrong when he found Twilight Sparkle in a bikini, which then led to her permitting him to rub her back, which then led to her declaring her love for him-beating him to the punch-and proposing sex not ten minutes together. It was just so unbelievable for him to take in one gulp. Yet it has all happened, and he couldn't be happier with the results. Twilight was his girlfriend; he was all hers; and that Spring Break was now the best he's ever had because of such a fact. There still remained the possibility of having to announce their union to the Sparkle family, but that was for later. Right now, the second-eldest Heart just wanted to lay down on a beach towel with his adorasexy bookworm and sleep off the afterglow of sex.

If his mood was a weather, it was clear 24/7 with beautiful sparkling stars at night.