Log Sixteen - Chapter Fifteen

So...  Before we carry onward, no doubt there's several questions regarding the end of my previous log.  I could just speculate them: what was it like, or, how does it feel?  Those sort of things.  I'll oblige answering with as much detail as I could muster.

Was it my first kiss?  It's embarrassing, really; indeed this is, in fact, the very first time I've given a kiss or have been kissed.  A genuine kiss - not the kind you'd get from your mother, grandma, great grandma, aunt, etcetera.  In this particular circumstance it's known as a romantic kiss.  Anyways, yeah, kind of embarrassing to share that piece of info.

Which follows up to this: what was kissing a pony like?  Well, it was quite a... unique experience.  Let's simply put it that way.  I mean, of course it's a very weird experience, though that could be because it was my first time.  When I thought it'd be compared to kissing a pony on Earth, I couldn't be any farther speaking from the truth.  Surprisingly, a pony's lips are soft and...  I don't know the other word to use here but you can bet that it may be comparable to that of kissing a woman's.  My only advice is watch for the muzzle.

And I'm sure this is common of a question: what did I think about all of this?  It's difficult to convey; I would never have thought anybody in Equestria, let alone Twilight Sparkle, had a crush on me.  And my brain left the building the minute some "spell" shrouded over me.  I considered spell because I haven't a clue of what to specifically name it.  But the minute that happened, I was stripped of my ability to talk or think.  The only lingering thoughts I had were how beautiful Twilight was.  Nothing else.  Though now that I think about it, I'm gradually growing aware of what to pronounce the 'spell' as.  Still, it doesn't provide a plausible explanation that why it was Twilight my fate had chosen.

Fate's a mysterious bitch.  That she is.

Everything around us stood still, almost like time itself had been paused, as we kissed.  Twilight had her forelegs wrapped around my neck, pulling my head closer, pressing our lips together slightly harder.  They were remarkably soft as a plush pillow, I would say.  It felt like the moment we kissed our souls started dancing the tango in an elegant fashion.  At least that's how I pictured it.

Our lips slowly part themselves away.  I opened my eyes and looked deep into Twilight's half-lidded eyes.  "So how was it?" I asked.

"It was... wonderful," Twilight replied warmly, fluttering her eyes.  "But what about the whole human prejudices you were talking about?" She teasingly reminded with a soft smile.

I cracked an amused smirk.  "Perhaps I said that because I was nervous.  I guess it no longer matters now.  It stills feels a bit odd.  In a good way, I mean."

"I take it you've never kissed anypony before?"

"You happen to be my very first."

"And hopefully the last," said Twilight.  "I can't imagine a perfect day than this."

We release our hold from one another.  "Heh.  Yeah.  I suppose now things are going to be different between you and I, huh?"

Twilight approached me with a forwarding step, peering up at me alluringly.  "Indeed so.  We're more than just friends now."  She winked.

"As if seconds ago that couldn't have been obvious."  I placed both hands on my hip.  "Be honest with me, though.  Surely calling you pretty alone shouldn't be the sole purpose?"

There was a brief, contemplative pause.  "Well," Twilight lightly blushed, "I always did think you were...  I don't know...  Handsome."  She admitted.  "But there's more to it than just your looks.  Like yesterday when I cast a half-finished spell that Starswirl the Bearded created and turned everything upside down, you went out of your way and disregarded any concern for your own safety from the dangerous weather to look for me.  As Fluttershy's most closest friends, you prioritize our well being just as much as her's.  That there is one of the reasons I like you, Rick."

"Oh come on now, you're making me blush," I said, scratching the back of my head with a goofy grin.  "Only some of those things you said are partially true."

Twilight gave me a friendly nudge to my right thigh.  "Don't sell yourself short, Rick.  I mean it when I say it."  The alicorn's smile stretched further, her excitement as evident as ever.  "Finally!  I feel as if a pair of weights were lifted off my shoulders.  Figuratively speaking, of course."

Faintly, but growing, cheery music started to play.  Oh no...  As I recalled the research on the show on the wikipedia, there were musicals, or formally known as...

The Magic of Music.

This would be the very first time I get to partake in one, but I dread to sing.  Truth be told I'm a terrible singer.  There's no point hiding or denying that fact.  Last time I tried to sing, I swear if I were in a list of singers with Justin Bieber in it, I'd be below him by a couple numbers.  And the worst part would be is that he's second to last.  I know, I know...  I'm that awful.

The feeling was swelling in the upper-left part of my chest, pushing its way up to my throat as the background music plays louder and louder.

I don't know how the cartoons do it, but I did my best to look at the audience -- wherever they may be -- and shot them a deadpan stare before my lips began quivering.

'Well... shit.'