More than This

by Damocles23

Chapter Fourteen: Silver Spoon

“You really owe me an explanation.” Silver Spoon shows a glare worthy of the gleam of a knife. The bright orange pegasus fidgets and looks at the ground below while she shields herself with her wings—a futile gesture at best, desperate a worst.

“You aren’t happy. I think.”

“You don’t say. Guess where I’m going tomorrow?”

“Honeymoon in Las Pegasus?” She flashes a toothy and innocent grin. A huge drop of cold sweat crosses Scoot’s brow.

“A crappy flat in Manehattan.”

“Well, it could be worse—”

“To meet my fillyfriend’s ex.”

“Oh.” Her wings deflate and her gaze returns to the grass beneath.

“Yeah. That’s so worth an ‘oh’. How could you, Scoots? I trusted you.”

“How could I? My best friend asked this of me, Spoon!” A fierce resolve boils the pegasus blood, and her voice. “I didn’t knew where she was, I haven’t seen her in ages...Where exactly are you getting at?”

“I thought she was mine,” Spoon snarls and pounces the ground forward. “I thought that the chapter with your bumpkin friend was closed. Finished.” Her breath comes in short frantic pants, but she still tries to sound furious instead of exasperated. “She hurt Tiara enough and you want her to suffer again?!”

“And what about my friend, Spoon? What about me? What should I’ve done? She asked me, in tears, to see Tiara and—”

“You should have said no! You wanted for me and Tiara to get together and you want my Tiara to see that-that bitchwho broke her heart? Why?”

“Because she needs this. Because she’s my best friend,” she says coldly. “Because she wants some peace for herself and, no matter whose fault it is, she never had after that day.”

“And what am I to you? You had to choose, didn’t you?” She never considered or pondered upon this, but she feels for the first time to have been betrayed by the pegasus mare. It hurts more than it should and more than she expected. “What about my peace?”

“I always cared for Applebloom. Far more than a friend, ever since I can remember.” She hides her blush between tears as every piece of the mosaic comes together. “So when she asks me something, whatever that may be, I just do it. Happy now?”

Not even taking the time to blink, the pegasus takes off and flies away, her features disappearing in the blue skies above.

“Scoots, I’m sorry!” She rushes toward the shrinking orange dot in the distance, but when it comes to her legs versus her wings... She has no hope to catch her. Not now. Not ever. Another broken heart that follows in the shadows. It’s always the same, whether they live on the earth or in the sky. She has never felt so close to her friend like now and she hates herself for failing to reach out and touch her.

It’s the first time she’s hurt that ‘blank flank,’ and she regrets it from the bottom of her soul.

She may have just lost her friend. She hopes not to lose anything else.

The scent of hospitals.

She hates this scent more than anything in the world, and studying medicine hasn’t done anything to make her think otherwise. It may have made it worse, actually. It smells of tension, uneasiness and pain. It smells of bad luck and regrets. It smells of mistakes and not telling a loved one how much they are valued until it’s too late.

Every nurse that runs in the corridors, every stretcher that comes crashing around the corner and every doctor worriedly waving around with a magical hue some tablets tells her, plain and simple, “It could be Tiara...” That’s what everypony around her must be thinking, lonely in a sea of faces immersed in prayer or regret, but how many of them are actually responsible for their own loved ones misfortunes?

“Still the center of the world, right Spoon?” she mutters to herself, rubbing a hoof against the cold surface of the bench she sits on.

The love of her life almost died for her and all she can think of is how much she’s screwed up. Every turn of the clock, every second that further separates her from seeing Tiara is just a smaller part of the punishment, a retribution that will inevitably arrive and, without any pretense of sugarcoating it, kick her in the butt until it stops being funny.

A small smirk escapes her. This is kind of joke Tiara would like. She’ll love it once she hears it.

Yes.

The two of them will go back to laughing and saying stupid jokes, just being themselves, two mares deeply in love, sappy as they can be...

Sappy as they can be...

Once again, she ponders about her place beside Tiara and she knows nothing will be the same. Sometimes she felt used by her, even hurt by her. She has repaid her fully to say the least. She wants to see Tiara again, to touch her again, to love her again. But those sweet nothings she whispered in her ear, those solemn promises they shared, were for nought.

She had saved her. In so many ways she had saved her. Tiara saved her from her own madness, saved her undeserving hide, saved her soul... She had done so much for her and all she had did was stand by the side and watch as she almost lost her forever. Her love for Tiara was bested by all the vile pettiness stored in her heart and this...this is the thing for which she will never forgive herself. She adjust her glasses and hides herself from the world, like she should from Tiara.

With this company, she doesn’t exactly have a choice.

“Do we still have to fight?” the bored, heavily accented mare whispers, staring at the ceiling.

“Huh?” She turns her back to the yellow mare, finding herself inches from a very exasperated orange face, one that blows a lock of mane out from her eye. The glare she launches at Spoon basically means ‘no way out, sweetheart,’ in nearly all the languages of the world.

“Fight over Tiara ah mean. Ya still want to do that?” she says, without removing her gaze from the ceiling and with all the enthusiasm of somepony at work who’s going to be fired the next day.

“I told you I’m sorry,” Spoon spits out. “Isn’t that enough?”

“You know what you did. You got it lightly,” Babs mutters, eliciting a glare from Silver Spoon that quickly dies out. She adjusts her shades, poking lightly her swollen eye. It still hurts.

“I don’t want to fight anymore. I could say I’m sorry one hundred times and it still wouldn’t be enough, but I’ll say it anyway.”

“Good. ‘Cause ah don’t want it either. Tiara wouldn’t want that.” A profound sadness is etched in her eyes, mirrored by the grey mare. “Ah hope you’re happy now. You won.”

Both the mares by Bloom’s side shoot a bewildered gaze. Spoon’s jaw nearly falls to the ground, while Babs’s mouth curls into an irritated grimace.

“Tiara was willing to die for ya. An’ you were willing to kill me for her. It’s bucked up, but it is what it is.” Bloom lifts her head and stares blankly at the wall in front of her, her voice breaking for the briefest of moments. A couple passes by, a stallion with a bandaged head warmly greeting a young pegasus mare that flies into his embrace.

“She would have done the same for you. Don’t be ridiculous. And she was the one to jump on you on the first occasion.”

Spoon would be angry normally. She should be. But her actions weigh too heavily on her conscience now. Tiara saw her uglier side, her darkest side. Not the Silver Spoon she fell in love with. That mare will always be in the shadow of that moment...

“And ah shouldn’t have. Ah love her and I’ll probably always will. But what ah did to her and the reasons ah had to do what ah did, well...” She hugs her own shoulders, her eyes filling with tears, “It was just a dream. The time I had with her was only a beautiful dream. We had to wake up.” She wipes her face with a foreleg as her cousin immediately comes to her side, letting Bloom to rest her head on her chest. “I just wanted for it to last a little more, even just a day.”

“Coz...” She strokes and caresses her cousin’s mane with the utmost care.

“Ah knew ah already lost her before. Ah knew there was nothing else for me, no place by her side, but ah still wanted her. Ah prayed and hoped and despaired and just wanted her for me again, but no. The thought that she could have went on with her life didn’t faze me. Ah bet you must be gloating, seeing me this vulnerable, but ah can’t help it.”

“You won’t believe me even if I say so.” She hates her. She has hated her for such a long time. But, changing a few details, she could have been in her place, each of them hiding in the shadows of their own feelings: stalking, praying for any chance they could have, just for the mare they both lost. Longing for an acknowledgement, for her lips to be graced again by Tiara’s kiss. She sees this broken mare and sees herself, no more and no less.

“What if you really are the one she wants. Will you break her heart again?”

“What if you stop asking yourself ‘if’ and ‘but’ and hope that she makes it instead,” the angry retort follows, muffled by the chest of Babs Seed.

For once, Silver Spoon has nothing to say. The wisest advice she’s gotten in a while and she had to hear it from Applebloom. Everything pointed to this, actually, for both her and Tiara. Forget the past, forget the eventualities, grudges and bad memories and just live. Her mind goes back to their first night together, the very best, most loving and wonderful moment she had ever shared with Tiara, only to have it tainted moments later by vengeful thoughts, the blissful afterglow poisoned by folly and jealousy. She should have known better. She should have just stopped, let things sort themselves out and, even if the very idea rips out her heart and stomps it, given up on Tiara if necessary.

“I betrayed her. She only wanted to be happy and I betrayed her.”

Applebloom stops her sobbing and gives a curious look to the grey mare.

“If I’d been a better mare, I wouldn’t have done this to her. Even if she chose you.”

“She didn’t want to choose. She couldn’t choose. It’s true that she had a moment of weakness with me, but she still couldn’t. She cares about you, Spoon. She always did. After she kissed me...” Spoon noticeably shivers and almost gags at the mere thought of that moment, “after she kissed me, she looked so guilty, so ashamed...”

Until I barged in and made everything worse...

“Tiara’s never been the kind of pony that thinks ahead. So, at least ah want you to hear her out. If you’ve really got to blame somepony, blame me.”

“Of course I will. Hearing Tiara out, I mean. I owe her this. I owe her everything. Do you think I’m some kind of crazy, jealous, unbalanced mare—”

The two mares shoot at her a gaze so piercing, so definite and destructive that her words, and any kind of justification, withers and die, turning into the bitter taste of dead grass in her mouth. With good reason, too: it’s always sad to notice one is saying nonsense right when it’s coming from her mouth.

“Not with her,” Spoon continues, “hate me all you want, hit me all you want, but if there’s a thing that won’t change is how much I love her...and how much I deserve to be lying in that bed instead of her.”

“She wouldn’t want that. She loves you too much.”

With that, her mouth hangs open for a brief second, but no words come out, with no need to come out. Put in her place like nopony’s business by the pony she hates...

No.

No more hate. No more regrets or jealousy or tears or repellent behavior. If she had loved Tiara as much as she had said, nothing would have happened...

“Forgive me,” Spoon whispers, “for everything I’ve done to you. I don’t hate you anymore.” She closes her eyes, expecting another punch in the face.

“It still won’t be enough...” Bloom says, her voice not betraying any of her expectation. “...But it’s a start.” She gives Spoon a friendly poke on her shoulder. Not friendly, actually, but at least it wasn’t in the face. The farm pony smiles at her and Spoon returns it, incredulous.

“Raise a hoof agains’ me again and you’re toast.” Her stare pierces right through her soul as the orange mare to her left glances at her and everything falls back into place. She knows it won’t be easy, or even possible, but, like Applebloom said, it’s still a start.

The familiar and long awaited face of a unicorn doctor with a golden brown coat greets the three with a smile. “Ah, there you are. I have good news: your friend is awake and well.”

Applebloom flashes a genuine smile of relief and hugs her cousin, almost squeezing the air out of the very puzzled mare. The kind of look that expresses relief, yes, but also uncertainty on what else to feel or say. She rolls her eyes with an embarrassed smile, slowly submitting to the affectionate gesture. Spoon doesn’t move, doesn’t jump around of joy, but remains in her seat, wearing a soft smile.

Her eye still hurts a bit, but for the first tears of joy in a while, it’s worth it.

“How is she, doctor? Is she hurt? Ah mean, ah know she is, but—”

“Could have been worse, I must say. She suffered a bad concussion and lost consciousness for a while, but nothing to worry about. her mental faculties are intact—”

“You call this food?! It tastes like sweat and horseshoes!” From a nearby room, she hears that shrill, unpleasant and absolutely wonderful voice she knows and loves so dearly.

“For better or for worse.” The unicorn clears his voice and adjusts his glasses with a magic touch, “Her leg is what worries us the most.”

“Do ya think she won’t be able to...?” Applebloom takes a step backward while Silver Spoon’s muscles tense, grasping at the chair with her hoof with such a force that it starts to creak.

“I would rule this out, but we’re still keeping her here for a couple of days, just for re-analysis. Would you care to see her, perhaps?”

“Are you sure about that?” Spoon gets up, pushing her shades further against the bridge of her nose. “What if she’s still shocked or confused or perhaps even—”

“Go to her Spoon. I mean it. Ah think you’ll want to at least thank her for everything.”

“What if she doesn’t want to see me? I mean, what if she’s angry or—”

Applebloom rolls her eyes and nods to her cousin, who flashes a malevolent grin. Before Spoon can open her mouth and object some more, a very tan hoof shoves her, nonchalantly, into the room. In less than a second, the grey mare tumbles over and skids face-first on the floor, coming to a stop mere inches from the bed. The curious face of a lovely mare sits just beside the sheets, waiting in a wheelchair.

“Hi, Spoon,” she chirps, stopping Spoon’s shaking with a quick peck on her nose.

Silver jumps on her, gripping her Tiara in a crushing hug, almost rattling her out the wheelchair. Tiara squeals of pain and follows it with an awkward giggle.

“Sorry, did it hurt?” Tiara gives an impish smile before adjusting her mane. So overwhelmed by happiness, Spoon doesn’t notice the locks of her mane peeking out from beneath her bandaged head, disheveled and dirty; it’s a far cry from her dignified elegance. A green blanket covers her hind leg, with the other one poking from out the blanket and wrapped in a cast. It’s the same for her left foreleg that rests above her belly and lies suspended with a strap around her neck. In this pitiful state she still finds the will to smile. It’s too much for SIlver Spoon to bear.

I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry! I’m sor-sorry!” She plummets to the ground at Tiara’s hooves, exploding in a series of broken, throaty sobs. Tears stream out of her eyes with no end in sight, nor the desire to do so. All the frustration, joy and confusion at seeing the pony she loves more than anything in the world is too much for a frail grey coated form to contain.

Tiara’s free foreleg reaches for her cheek and strokes it, “There there, Spoony. Don’t cry anymore. I’m tired of seeing you cry. You’re too pretty for that.” She releases a relaxed giggle.

“But it’s my fault. It’s my fault you’re hurt. It’s my fault,” she sniffles, hiding the weeping mess of her face by burying it in the blanket.

“You still have me, you didn’t hurt anypony and I didn’t lose you forever. I don’t care what happened. I’m so happy at seeing you anyway that I would jump around the room and then on you like, in a second. But my everything still hurts, so that will have to wait.” Another giggle follows which sounds like music of the heavens to Spoon’s ears. The smile gracing Tiara is more beautiful, sincere and peaceful than she has ever looked like.

“What I did was horrible, but seeing you like that—Heck, even seeing you again is enough. I thought it was my fault for...” She looks at Tiara’s injuries again and wishes to have had them inflicted on herself instead, tenfold.

“It’s my fault, too,” she sighs, slumping her back into the chair. “I came here for closure, but I didn’t think this through. Have you ever loved somepony so much that it messes with your head?”

The two mares awkwardly look at each other while thunderous laugh tries to escape from a forced grin, the two ultimately unable to contain their vibrant guffaw. They dissolve in a tearful laughter that’s both simple and refreshing, the kind of laughter to be had when the pain finally goes away; a laughter earned with so many tears, yet still worth it. The laughter of their fillyhood, of those uncomplicated days, returns to stay this time.

“T-thank you, T. For everything. You’re my hero.” She cleans her face with a hoof and gets on all fours, caressing Diamond Tiara’s cheek in return. She gives a small sigh of relief and composes herself, removing her sun glasses and polishing them on her chest. She stops when she notices Tiara’s worried look.

“What happened to your face?” Tiara covers her mouth in disbelief with the same hoof.

“Oh! This.” Her bruised eye starts hurting again, reminding her that it’s still there and Tiara’s graceful presence can’t cure injuries...yet. “Bloom did it. Totally deserved it, too. At least she warned me about it,” she chuckles.

“Oh, Spoon...” The wheelchair spins and Tiara approaches the grey mare and rests her head on Spoon’s chest, “At least somepony used my shades for something. Did it hurt?”

“You should have seen it. She was, like Pow. Knocked me flat. I knew she was strong, but damn! But you know what they say: jerks always get what’s coming to them.”

“You’re not a jerk. And I’m not a hero: I just love my friend. Love her more than life itself.”

“Don’t say that, again. It wasn’t worth i—”

“Yes, it was! You mean the world to me. You’ve always been there for me. Always, ever since I can remember. The only thing you wanted was for me to love you and I do! I always will. I had to save you. I wanted you to live because it was the least I could have done for all the happiness you have given me. I would do it again and again, until every bone in my body is grinded into dust.”

Spoon is moved beyond belief by her lover’s words, but still, there’s something missing, something wrong in all of this even if it sounds so wonderful and sincere.

A little too fast, maybe.

“You know, I won’t get away if you talk a little slower. You can breath sometime.”

“Uh, sorry. I got so many things to say at the tip of my brain thingy and I fear they may slip away and everything, and I don’t want to let you down. You know, I’m a bit confused because of this,” she points at her bandaged head. “Doc said it’s temporary, though, so don’t worry.”

She circles Tiara with her forelegs as slowly as possible, inching herself toward the mare with care to avoid bumping her by accident, and buries her muzzle in Tiara’s neck. In response, the broken mare caresses her mane and kisses her forehead. “So, I guess you still want me, right?”

“Now and forever. I’m yours.”

“I’m a horrible pony.”

“You’re not. You were just desperate. I’ve been there.”

“I’m jealous and violent to say the least. I’m also dumb.”

“True. But at least you don’t smell.”

“But you’re okay with that?”

“I still love you. Everypony makes mistakes.”

“You’re too kind with me. I don’t deserve it.”

“That’s also true. The kindness part I mean,” Tiara snickers. “ I don’t want to ever see you like that because everypony deserves to be happy. Even me. Even you...” Tiara gives her another small peck on the nose. “Especially you.”

“I’m such a mess...I-I don’t want to be a burden for you.”

“You’re not. I promised you and I’ll promise it again. I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. “

“I’m not worth the effort. I’m jus—” Her words are stopped by the gentle touch of a hoof on her lips.

“For me, you are worth everything. You were there for me at the worst moment of my life. You are the reason I’m still here.

“Still here?” she says, confused and dumbfounded.

“You will probably think I’m crazy, but there was this place. I mean, after I woke up I found myself in this dark and boring place. I was so sad a-and desperate. I thought you and everypony else would be better off without me.”

“No! How could you say that?! The only thing I wanted was seeing you again!”

“That’s just it. I thought about you. I knew that I had to come back for you. I gave myself another chance and I wanted to live it with my favorite pony. It’s you, by the way. “

She listens. She listens to Tiara’s dream or delusion, never judging or throwing some bewildered gaze, anything that could say she doesn’t believe her love. She listens of her love re-examining her life, her mistakes and her faults, and how the love of a little grey pony saved her.

“You were there for me and you’ve always been. Whenever I was happy or sad, whenever I needed a friend or somepony to love. My turn now.” The broken mare grasps both of her hooves with her free one, holding them lovingly.

“I-I don’t what to say.” Somewhere in her heart, she asks herself if this isn't too easy, if this is more than she deserves, if she should be happy just because Tiara said so, if she should still be afraid of losing that wonderful mare and feel guilt even in her embrace. But once Tiara initiates the kiss, that kiss given with all the purity and kindness that the Spoony in Tiara’s dreams always had, every doubt and fear loses might and meaning, save for one.

“Just answer this. Do you love me?” The question scares her, but there’s no hurry, no tension radiating from Tiara’s blue eyes.

“I love you, Diamond Tiara. Always will and always did. Until the end of this world.” And this time...This time ‘I’ will be the one worthy of your love.

“I love you too.” Her free arm grips Spoon again, pulling her close, choking her sobs against Spoon’s body. “Never do that again, please! That wasn’t you...Please, be again the SIlver Spoon I know and love.”

“I am, Tiara. I always will be. For you.”

“Thank you. My Spoony is finally back.”

“And you came back for me, right?”

Tiara answers with another kiss. Nothing more is needed, but forgiveness and the sweet taste of her lips The pony she loves is with her again.

Everything is alright.

Saying goodbye is never easy. Especially not for a pony once loved. Tiara has to do it twice. She doesn’t believe that a pony isn’t strong enough to do it, but if her presence, her mere presence, can soften the blow then this is good.

“I guess...it’s time. Are you sure you don’t want to come back?” Tiara tries to not look sad when she says that. She’s always been a strong pony, but this facade has already cracked long before this moment. Spoon is still her glue, waiting in silence behind her wheelchair.

“Yeah, ah still have something to do. Ah’m not ready yet.”

“For going back home with me? I kind of expected it.”

“Well, ah guess ah can’t disappoint you anymore.” They both giggle at that, a brief and pure giggle, just like two old friends would exchange. The hate melts away and the sky brightens as a result. Even the steam of the departing trains seems to avoid the zone where these three, rejuvenated mares are, out of respect. “Ah’ll miss this.” She wipes away a tear between a laugh and the other.

“I know you will. I’ll miss that, too. I’ll miss you.” She doesn’t know how to feel about this, that look etched in Tiara’s eyes... a look that will come back again, no doubt, every time she’ll think of Applebloom. No matter how much she can complain, that’s part of Tiara and nothing will change that. A part of Tiara that she will come to love, just as she loves the whole pony.

“Could ya do one last thing for me?” Bloom approaches the two with a pleading look. Spoon’s heart skips a beat as a result, but something inside her says: “Not this time.” The Silver Spoon Tiara knows and loves is here to stay.

“What is it?”

“Say somethin’ fancy. Somethin’ deep and meaningful and sweet and—”

“Heartwarming?” Tiara smiles and she looks just like the word.

“That’s it. Somethin’ that ya always used to say. Jus’ one last time.”

Tiara takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, her smile still gracing her face. “Thank you for having loved me. Thank you for showing me I was wrong and there wasn’t just hate in my wake. Even if we can’t change the past, you showed me that I could change, at least for somepony I loved. And even if—”

On the verge of tears, she bites her lip and steels herself.

Spoon grasps her hoof with her own to remind that she’s not alone. Maybe that’s why she needed to come here from the start. A little gesture of kindness can save a pony.

“Even if things between us didn’t turn out the way we wanted, I knew I would love again.” Tiara grasps her hoof even harder than before, making a sweet pain ripple across it. “The ponies I needed were right beside me my whole life.”

“That’s what ah was talkin’ about.” She follows Spoon’s example and hugs Tiara with care and affection, following a delicate and precise series of movements to not harm her in any way. “Ah’ll miss this. More than anything in the world.”

“You’ll be alright. You’re the smartest blank flank in the world.”

“I’ll continue your dream.” Spoon breaks her silence and the tearful goodbye of the two. “I promise.”

“Ya mean it?” Bloom’s happiness makes a strong contrast with Tiara’s bewildered stare, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. Spoon solemnly nods before the yellow mare throws herself at her too, squeezing her ribs in a ferocious hug. “Take care of her,” she whispers.

“I will.”

The two broken mares leave without regrets and without words of hate. She can see in Tiara’s smile that she thinks so too and she feels a sense of sweet accomplishment.

The steam rises around them one last time as they board the train, but even now, they see the world as it is: a world that it’s got the other in it and they couldn't be happier. They will have to work for this...or at least Spoon will have to. She knows it that it will never be as easy as it was, that their happy ending is far from close, but leaving guilt to dictate this outcome, letting rage and jealousy to overshadow the love she has for Tiara...

That’s out of the question.

Days pass and the wounds both in heart and soul finally mend. Every time she visits her, it seems that the sad place that was once her house now radiates joy. The fact that she’s never came across one single terrified servant says a lot.

She could see that something happened to the mare she loves, something grand and important, something that her mere company and affection couldn’t achieve alone. But she never presses the issue. Closure, as she always called it, is here to stay and it can always be seen in that sweet smile of hers.

Sappy as they can be...

And all the time of the world to be it.

The day she finally got rid of the cast was not unlike a butterfly that emerges from its cocoon, the remains of those sad days finally behind them forever. But something still felt missing during those days.

Those afternoons of studying were never again interrupted by an orange pegasus with a messy mane like they used to.

An orange pegasus that she hurt and wanted to apologize to more than anything. An orange pegasus that once helped Spoon find her love, because she never had the chance with the one she loved...

But a tiny glimmer of hope remains, after all. There were some days, wherever she had just wanted to take a walk or go see Tiara, that she would just stand there completely dry while everyone around her would be completely soaked wet, almost like there was a hole in the cloud banks pregnant of rain, a hole from which the Sun always shone upon her.

She would look up and simply whisper: “Thank you.”

Tiara’s excited hoofsteps echo through to hallway to her room. She had missed a lot of these little things and only now has she come to love some of them. Laying between the soft sheets, she waits for her lover to come...to bed, of course. She laughs her flank off for her dirty mouth, but in her heart she knows it’s harmless. In fact, a few weeks ago, she thought she could have never made these jokes again, to never have somepony to wait for. She’s taken a lot of time just to freshen herself for their first night together after a while.

As expected, the moment she enters the room, her bright coat glowing thanks to the moonlight and her eyes scintillating like stars, her heart soars out of her chest. She hops on the bed with a giggle and gently removes the blanket out of Spoon.

“I, uh, I wrote something for you.” She whips out a piece of paper from the nearby drawer and clears her voice.”You know, just to make everything like, romantic and all. Hope you don’t mind.”

Spoon simply nods and smiles of approval while Tiara begins.

I wake up every day

Hoping for things to change

I dream up of better days

Until I see your gaze

You watched me from afar

While in my sadness I was going too far

I had this dream of me and you

The day I felt most blue

I needed you because I felt alone

But your love has saved us both

Tiara groans and hides the paper back in the drawer, slamming it with an exasperated sigh. “I know it’s horrible. “

“Well, no. It was sweet, actually.” In truth, it’s probably one of the worse poems Spoon has ever heard. Still, it’s the thought that counts, as they say. “Sweetest thing anypony ever said to me.”

“Sappy as we can be...” Tiara whispers and their hearts beat as one.

Their little play time starts and the lips of the two mares cross over into each other’s place, like two majestic birds circling each other in a courting dance, patiently waiting for the moment to join. Tiara’s lips particularly indulge on one spot: Spoon’s eye.

The magenta mare coats her eyelid in small kisses before dancing across her cheekbones, her jawline, her chin and her neck, tickling all over. She lets out a lustful laugh before feeling Tiara’s chest on her own and its pleasant weight collapsing on her own, sending the grey mare’s back rustling on the sheets. Spoon’s hooves firmly grasp Tiara’s withers, allowing their lips to finally meet with hot intensity and her tongue slides into her lover’s maw.

Diamond Tiara doesn’t lose her momentum and with cat like grace wraps her wet appendage around Spoon’s own, affirming her dominance and letting Spoon moan in their shared bliss. Just the way they like it. Both mares’ hooves move along their exquisite contours with the aching need to touch every nook, every hidden spot of their physiques, sharing their body heat, their very breaths in perfect harmony.

Her hind legs squeeze around Tiara’s waist as her lover’s tongue escapes her mouth to dart down again on her neck, sliding down and down towards the grey fluff on her chest. Her purple orbs shoot a look of amazement as an unexpected pain stings where Tiara’s voracious tongue is doing her magic. She sees the magenta nymph gnawing on her coat while Spoon’s thighs surrender to the pressure and abandon her legs to fall, defeated onto the bed, opening and exposing her puffy, pink and wet prize to the world, or at least to Tiara’s looming shadow. One last kiss and her favourite spot starts to tingle as she sees a violet mane slide down between her legs. She rolls her eyes and sighs out of delight. “Tiara...”

“Still my name, beautiful.”

Diamond pushes her hips forward and pins her hoof on the bed before thrusting forward to brush her marehood so close, too close to Spoon’s, so much as to feel the raging heat radiating from it and, despite being mere inches from her, agonizing over the distance.

Tiara’s teasing, warm breath on her slit is everything she needs to go wild. The tip of Tiara’s tongue dances over her pink treasure, sliding up and down her length with just one tiny millimeter of flesh, not a great step forward compared to the sweet breeze from her mouth. That’s all part of Tiara’s game, of course. She wants for Spoon to beg, just to concede one more lap of her tongue, to let that wonderful wet thing of hers fondle and smother her clitoris, to brush against her inner walls and to finally plunge itself inside her...To give up her pride to her lover and to be utterly complete and utterly fucked.

…

Pride is overrated.

But before she can say, scream or beg for anything, she opens her eyes to see Tiara’s delicious puppy dog eyes, staring in awe at her sex, her tongue sticking out on the side undecided. Her ravenous lust disappears in foalish ingenuity: sudden and yet, somehow, still adorable.

“Tiara, is everything alright?” she asks with a nervous giggle.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that...I never noticed how beautiful all this is. That I’m alive and this is real...I love you, Spoony.”

“And I love you, too.”

“Is it okay if I...” Tiara quickly glances at Spoon’s dripping sex, aching for her love. Spoon nods and bliss kisses her very soul through her most secret place. It’s not the rabid symphony of blissful slurping she imagined, but Tiara’s touch feels so very delicate and caring, more like a caress than the ravaging she believed she had wanted.

Tiara’s tongue and lips pass over every inch of exposed pink like a purifying sphere of light that shakes her to the core, filling every nerve and every molecule by the tall wonder and joy of the world. She gaps and explodes into a throaty moan when she feels something sliding inside her with all the sweetness of the light of the Sun breaching though one last veil of clouds and sliding against the inside of her love canal.

Coital ecstasy possesses her and the tip of a tremendous orgasm kicks in, so close she can actually grasp it, but gets farther away, just enough to lay at the whims of the magenta colored Goddess inside of her. Tiara’s words about her newfound happiness, about the future that they have ahead and the feeling of being one once again make her folly taste bitter one last time, but the sadness goes away as the wondrous sensation below stops for just a second, just as the space between one’s breaths, and resumes, faster, stronger, better than ever before. She opens her eyelids to see Tiara’s beautiful face mere inches from her, lost in carnal joy just like her, searching for her lips just like her. With massive delight, she feels their marehoods touching and kissing each other, bare flesh against bare flesh, as one pony.

Their clitorises flick and joust against each other, pressing onto each other and driving every base instinct to an alchemic transformation: everything that has driven them, everything they have endured, every happy and sad moment—misunderstandings and jealousy, pain and forgiveness—lead to this perfect moment. Tiara bucks her hips forward and Spoon mirrors the movement, sending each other waves of perfectly symmetrical pleasure, feeling each other’s loins with the sheer power of their love...Until the moment of the truth.

Her heart skips a beat and she feels like floating, literally floating into a perfect heaven, the place where lovers go after such a wonderful act, where even a mere fraction of a second equals to an eternity with one’s special somepony. A place where she finally can’t feel no guilt or shame, because it’s her Tiara that wants her there! Their lips and their sexes are sealed as a promise of eternal love as exhaustion finally takes its toll.

In Diamond Tiara’s embrace she knows she’ll never need more.

They’ll never need more.

The End

Author's Note

So, this journey is over, but it doesn't mean a new one can start. After all is said and done, after reaching tha happy ending that in the end all of us deserve, it's time to make the curtain fall and say my thanks.

To my awesome proofreader and friend, SerenityViewer, that endured my ramblings and helped me grow as a writer, that stood by my side every time I wanted to give up.

To each and every one of my readers that, few as they may be, I treasure all of them for enjoying my stories.

To Lauren Faust for creating this show and for NOT knowing about me, lest she would shoot me in the face with a shotgun.

To AbsoluteAnonymous that even if she doesn't know me or ever will, inspired me in this crazy adventure called 'fanfiction' and still is the best damn writer of all pony fandom.

To the song that started all: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77cFGvF_hms

I hope that we will still be companions in each of my new journeys and, even if there will be only a single person that follows me in the end, it will still be worth it.

See you, Space Cowboy...