Changing Love

“No, no, no, nope, not that one, nope,” Twilight muttered as she inspected a steady stream of books floating in a purple aura before her. She knew that she had seen a book on asking somepony out at some point in her tenure at the library. She thought she might have found a related book entitled the Pony Sutra, but after a quick inspection she slammed the book shut and threw it away. After she had gone through what must have been a hundred and fifty books, she began to grow irritated.

“Ugh!” the frustrated purple alicorn exclaimed, “I can’t find the right book anywhere!”

Suddenly,  a particular draconian assistant shuffled down the stairs hugging a book. Upon it, the words “Pickup Lines and First Dates for Dummies” were printed in a large, bold font.

“Uh, Spike?” began Twilight slowly, “I don’t mean to pry, but why do you have a dating advice book?”

“No reason,” replied Spike a bit too quickly, “ I was just, uh, just reading out of boredom!”

“That was pathetic Spike,” said Twilight with a stern glare on her face, “now tell me Romeo, who do you have your eye on, you know that Rarity’s taken now.”

Spike most certainly did not know that Rarity was taken. Twilight, in her frenzy to find the book that was now resting in Spike’s claws, had neglected to tell Spike any of the details of her trip. In fact, she’d barely stepped through the door and said hello before beginning her search. As shocking as the news was, Spike did not seem crushed by it, a fact that Twilight immediately  picked up on.

“Well you see, when you left yesterday, the Cutie Mark Crusaders came by and asked if I wanted to join them for the day. I had finished my chores, so I took off with them. We had a great time, and at the end of the day they all split up to head for home. It was getting dark and Applebloom had the farthest distance to travel. So I offered to walk her home. During that walk, we talked, laughed, and just had a good time. As I walked home from Sweet Apple Acres, I thought about her more; her cute bow, her beautiful smile, her lovely accent...” the dragon’s words trailed off as he began to think about Applebloom again.

Twilight was certainly shocked. She would never have thought that Spike would go for a filly like Applebloom. However, the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. At least he would be going for someone in his age group this time.

“That’s great Spike! I’m very happy for you,” said the purple mare with a genuine smile. She then remembered what had brought about this confession in the first place.

“Say Spike, could I perhaps borrow that book from you?” asked Twilight.

“Why would you want to read this book?” asked Spike, immediately becoming suspicious.

It was now Twilight’s turn to become uncomfortable. “Well, you see...”

Rarity stopped her tedious work and went to prepare herself a cup of tea. As she set her kettle upon the stove, she pondered the events of the last day. The entire occurrence was nothing short of unbelievable. How could one simply fall in love, just like that? Was it really as the Princess had said? Was the reason that they hadn’t seen it before merely because of naivete or shyness? Before she could muse any further, she was interrupted by the shrill whistle of her tea kettle. She poured a cup of the steaming water, placed a teabag in it, and dropped in a couple of sugar cubes. She grabbed her teacup and saucer and sat down at her tiny breakfast table. As she took small sips of the scalding tea, her mind wandered back to yesterday’s events, particularly when Pinkie rugby tackled her into a hug. At first she was furious about it, as it wasn’t the first time that this had happened. However, once Applejack stated that she had been Pinkie’s true love, the hug didn’t bother her as much. Her mind drifted away from the events of yesterday to the aforementioned pink pony. She thought of the softness of the pink party pony’s fur, the pleasant smell of pastries that constantly wafts from her unruly mane. Her mind then drifted to her curves. Pinkie was by no means a fat pony, but she wasn’t super model skinny either. Rarity mentally traced a line along Pinkie’s curves and to her nice, plump rump. A small string of drool formed in the corner of the alabaster unicorn’s mouth.

“Mmm, Pinkie,” mumbled Rarity as she took another sip of her tea.

“Mmm, Pinkie what?” asked Pinkie, materializing out of nowhere.

Rarity spat out her tea at high velocity and fell backwards in her chair. After scrambling to get up, she stared at Pinkie, a furious blush on her face as she struggled for words.

“Why I was just, I was, I, hello Pinkie,” she finally spat out with a sigh.

“Hiya Rarity! I was just checking to see how you were doing!” said Pinkie, bouncing around the room.

“Well that’s very kind of you dear, I assure you I’m fine, would you like to stay for a cup of tea?”

“No thanks I’ve got to get back to Sugarcube Corner; I have to serve Fluttershy and Big Mac on their date!”

“Really? Have fun with that Pinkie.”

“Oh I will!” said Pinkie, popping up next to Rarity and planting an exaggerated kiss on her cheek. She then walked to the door and left as suddenly as she had arrived.

Rarity rubbed her eyes and blushed deeply. There was no way Pinkie could have known what she had been thinking, right? Then again she swore, right before Pinkie closed the door, she swayed her hips a little more than normal.

Pinkie giggle-snorted to herself as she made her way back to Sugarcube Corner. Rarity was so easy to read. She thought about the look that Rarity had on her face before she had revealed herself. The normally posh and composed unicorn looked liked somepony had beaten her over the head with a board. Pinkie didn’t miss that bit of drool that formed either. She realized that she enjoyed teasing Rarity. Interesting. However, she would address that later. For the time being, she had to get pastries and entrees prepared for Fluttershy and Big Macintosh’s date.

Big Macintosh did not dress up often. He was a simple pony and didn’t really like the idea of being in fancy clothes. However, this was a special occasion. He was going on a date with the pony he loved. After his shower and brain bleach application, he pulled on white shirt, a black tie, and a black blazer with gold buttons. Each of his cufflinks was a miniature version of his cutie mark. He had received the ensemble as a gift from Granny Smith for his birthday. He appreciated her buying it for him because Celestia knows that he never would’ve bought it himself. He glanced at himself in the mirror; he supposed he looked rather handsome, but he still prefered nudity. At least he didn’t have to wear pants. He shuddered at the mere thought of the clothing article. He brushed his hair, brushed his teeth, and rushed out of Sweet Apple Acres as quick as he could; simultaneously hoping to be on time to his date, and to distance himself as quickly as possible from the barn.

“Did you hear something AJ?” panted Rainbow Dash after abruptly pulling away from her latest game of tongue wrestling with her lover.

“Nope, I didn’t hear anything, now get back here,” said a very impassioned Applejack.

Rainbow was all too eager to oblige, she pressed her mouth firmly against the cowpony’s and was immediately assaulted by her broad flat tongue. Applejack’s forehoof gently stroked Rainbow’s prismatic mane. Rainbow’s forehoof followed AJ’s body until it landed on her cutie mark. Rainbow brought her other forehoof down to the orange mare’s other flank and began a gentle massaging motion, eliciting a loud moan from her.

“Hey sis, are ya in here, I gotta ask ya a question,” called a high-pitched voice.

The two mares froze as they saw the Cutie Mark Crusaders enter the barn.

“I told you they wouldn’t be in here Sweetie Be-wa ah AH!”

Scootaloo stopped in her tracks and gawked at her hero, covered in sweat and on top of Applebloom’s sister. Applebloom’s left eye twitched and her mouth hung wide open. Sweetie Bell looked as if she would faint in a manner not unlike her sister. The two groups just stared at each other for a long moment.

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“Aw ponyfeathers.”