“Do you think he'll like it?” Twilight asks, levitating a small red box towards the table in the centre of her room.

“I'm sure he'll love it, you're the one that made it after all.” Cadance yells from across the room, currently rummaging through a cupboard in search of some ribbon.

“Technically Fire Craft made it.” Twilight sits down on the chair with a glum expression on her face.

“Yeah, but you're the one that enchanted it and picked the colours.” Cadance smiles, pulling some yellow ribbon free from the top shelf of the cupboard with a triumph smile and begins walking towards Twilight.

“I guess, I just wish I could of made the locket as well.” Twilight lays her head on the table and huffs. Cadance walks behind her wrapping her up in ribbon and begins tickling her with it.

“Well maybe you can ask Fire Craft if he can teach you.” She chuckles, watching Twilight contort with laughter.

“Cadance stop!” Twilight begs, between chuckles. “You know I don't have time for that!” She giggles.

“Ah yes, who could forget the ever busy schedule of protege Twilight Sparkle, master of magic, ruler of the stars, trainer of dragons.” She smiles, throwing Twilight in the air with her magic.

“Cadance! Put me down!” She laughs.

“Okay, fine.” She slowly lowers her back on the chair. “We should get going soon, we don't want to miss Shining's birthday dinner do we?” She asks, Twilight shakes her head. “Care to do the honours?” She offers the yellow ribbon towards Twilight. Twilight's horn engulfs in a purple aura as she wraps the ribbon around the box, tying it into a prefect bow.

“Perfect.” She smiles.

“Great, let's get going, I'm starved.” Cadance and Twilight's ears perk up, hearing a small yawn near the doorway. She looks over to see Spike in his basket, rousing from his sleep. They both giggle at the sound of his belly rumbling.

“Seems like you're not the only one.” Twilight smiles. “Let's get going.” She says, picking up the box in a purple aura of magic. She trots over towards Spike picking him up and putting him on her back. Cadance smiles, following her out.

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The last three years had been difficult, to say the least.

Cadance wasn't sure if she could do it. Return things to normal, but somehow she was managing.

There were still struggles. Some days were to much. She had to leave early, otherwise she knew she'd break down.

Twilight had question. She always had questions.

'Why do you always wear a blanket Cadance?'

'Why do you have to leave so early?'

'Why don't you use your magic that much anymore?'

'Can we have a sleepover, like we used to?” She'd beg.

She'd feel her heart shatter, every time she avoided the questions and left Twilight looking defeated, but she couldn't push herself more than she knew she could handle.

She wanted to, oh goddess did she want to, but sometimes the voices became too much. She still heard them. Whispering, taunting, blaming her for everything. Telling her that she didn't deserve to be near Twilight. That she would only hurt her again. She tried to shut them up. Clench her eyes, take deep breaths, anything. Just willing they would stop.

Some days were always too much. She'd have to cancel plans. Hide in her room. Clench her heart as tears ran down her face, pleading for the voices to go. Days like that were the hardest. When Reeetro had to come and sedate her. When she had to command that Spark and Reaper keep Twilight away from her, lest she see her like this.

But it was like she knew, like she could sense, when Cadance wasn't all there. She'd try to come in only to be met with a locked door. She'd tried to teleport, only to be thrown down the hall by her wards. She'd hear the yelling, asking, begging, pleading with her to open the door, but she'd always leave defeated.

Over the years it began getting easier. Cadance could stand to be with her a little longer, a little more often, and whether it was ignorance at Cadance's unusual behaviour, acceptance when she wanted to be alone, or defeat from always trying to get in and never succeeding. Twilight kept back.

They were still close. They still spent more than half the week together. They had sleepovers once a month. They still spent hours together training Spike.

Cadance couldn't help feeling bittersweet about it. She was so scared. So scared of hurting her again, so scared of her somehow remembering, so terrified of losing control in front of her, that she always kept her at hoof length. Close, but always just out of reach.

Twilight noticed. At first she couldn't place it. Why Cadance twitched every time she hugged her. Why she took a deep breath whenever she asked her do something. How she'd always have a sad smile when she accepted, she'd thought it was because of her. That she was doing something wrong. She'd read hundred of books on physiology to figure it out, but every book told her something different. She'd asked Shining, Reeetro, Spark, Reaper, even Celestia herself and they all gave her the same answers. 'She's just tired, being a princess can be exhausting.' At first that sufficed, but as she got older, she learned that Celestia had just as many duties if not more than Cadance and she always seemed to be fine. It didn't add up.

'I have had a lot longer practice than Cadance has.' Celestia had said with a sad smile.'She's not quite use to it as I am, give her some time.' She offered a hopeful look.

And time she gave. Slowly but surely, Cadance came back. Bit by bit, step by step, but there was always a painful look in her eyes. Like she wanted to say something, like she wanted Twilight to ask her if she was okay, but would she tell her if she did? She wasn't sure. So she stayed quiet, hoping that maybe, one day, she would come to her.

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It was the eve of Twilight's fourteenth birthday when it happened. When the thin wall of friendship she was trying to hold, was shattered to Cadance forever.

She'd prepared herself all week for it. A sleepover, like they used to, with books, cakes, tea, presents. She she'd snuck into Twilights room at about seven, to hide everything in the closet. She'd told Twilight that she was going to come around about eight to wish her happy birthday. She wanted to surprise her. She would be with Celestia until half past. Plenty of time. She has just finished hiding the presents when she heard the lock click.

'Buck!' She thought as she look at the clock. 7:15. 'She must of finished early!' She thinks quickly diving into the cupboard, careful not to knock anything over. She heard the faint sound of hooves walking alone the tiled floor and voices began speaking.

“Miss Sparkle, Princess Celestia, has informed me that you'd be spending the evening alone, so I've come to collect Sir Spike for you this evening.' She heard the distinct voice of Reaper.

“Oh! Yes, that would be wonderful Reaper, thank you.” She hears the sound of a basket being lifted off the floor. “I'll see you tomorrow Spike.” Twilight smiles. Giving the sleepy drake a kiss on the forehead. “And Reaper, how many times do I have to say it, it's just Twilight.” She smiles towards the stallion.

“At least once more, Miss Sparkle.” Cadance hears both of them let out a small chuckle. She hears the door close and hooves walking away towards the other end of the room.

'I guess it couldn't hurt to surprise her now.' Cadance thinks, as she hears the sounds of a bed creaking. 'She must be tired.' Cadance pauses just shy of opening the door. 'She's probably gone for a nap, thank goddess Shining convinced her to get a proper bed instead of that couch she was sleeping on.' She smiles. 'I'll just sneak out and come back later.' She presses her ear up against the door, waiting to hear the soft snoring sounds so she can slip away.

“Oh...” Cadance freezes for a second. Not sure whether or not was she just heard was correct.

“Unggh...” Cadance erupts into a giant blush, her fur reddening from the bottom of her neck to the tips of her ears. She'd spent many nights alone and knew exactly what those sounds were.

'Of all the times, she does this now!' Her mind screams. 'She's fourteen tomorrow, what do you expect? I'm sure she's collected quite a few romance novels over the years, and I bet the restricted section in the library has a few hidden gems.' The voice taunts.

She hears the soft moans of Twilight through the door, her heart rate increasing at the sounds. Her overwhelming curiosity gets the better of her as she reaches a hoof towards the closet handle. 'I can't be here, this is an invasion of privacy, maybe I can just sneak out.' She cracks the door open, her eyes go wide and her breathing stops with the sight that greets her.

Twilight, laid face first into her pillows, her flank high in the air, her marehood, glistening with arousal as she rubs it with a hoof, on display for Cadance's eyes, Cadance watches through the crack of the door, her heart rate skyrocketing, at the sight of it, her throat going dry.

“Ca-” She hears Twilight breathe through laboured breaths, her ears twitching, furiously. 'I need to leave. I shouldn't be watching this.' She thinks, clenching her eyes shut, trying to force the image out of her mind.

“Ca-dance.........” Cadance felt her entire world shatter. 'What?!' Her mind screams. Her eyes fling wide open, as the world stops turning.

“Cadance......” She hears Twilight whispers louder as she continues to rub herself, growing ever more wet, at the fantasy running through her mind.

'No, no.' Cadance clenches her eyes shut. 'She can't be, she can't be thinking about me. She can't!' Her mind screams.

“Cadance....” Twilight begins to moan louder, twisting and contorting on her bed as she rubs herself faster, harder.

'Twilight, stop, please.' She begs, her heart pounding in her ears. She shifts uncomfortably, and freezes at the feeling of wetness between her haunches.

“No....” She says, barley audible, to the empty closet. Her mind racing with a million thoughts.

“Cadance, I'm- I'm gonna come.” Cadance's head jerks upwards, her eyes immediately drawn towards the beautiful mare, currently writhing around of her bed. Pleasuring herself to the thought of her.

“Cadance!” Twilight yells, arching up towards the roof. “I'm cumming!” She screams. Cadance watches in fear, and arousal as a small amount of clear liquid squirts out of Twilights marehood, coating her bedsheets.

She sits, frozen, tears streaming down her face. She watches as Twilight releases a satisfied huff as she stands up and heads off towards the bathroom to the other end of the room. The door closes and the lock clicks, as the sound of rushing water is heard, but Cadance barley registers it. All she can hear is the pounding in her ears. She begins hyperventilating, she can't understand. It's too much, she can't breathe.

She bolts out of the closet, making a bee-line for the door. Her magic aura unlocking and opening it just in time for her to bolt down the hallway. She runs, anywhere. Anywhere, away from her.

'Well, well, well, look at little miss filthy getting wet from watching Twilight masturbate.' The voice taunts.

“Shut up.” Cadance yells. She doesn't register, running past guards and maid with worried expressions on their faces.

'Bet you felt really good when she called out your name didn't you?' The voice chuckles menacingly.
“Shut up!” She screams louder, rounding a corner, blinded by tears. She doesn't notice running past Spark, or her cries, asking her to stop.

'You're just as bad as those foals that raped her aren't you!?' The voice screams at her.

“Shut! Up!” Cadance releases a blood curdling scream, before the pain becomes too much and she passes out just shy of a distraught looking Shining Armour.

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Cadance jerks awakes, hyperventilating. She thrashes about, feeling that her hooves are tied, begins to panic more. She screams before she feels the sharp sting of something being pressed into her neck. Her eyes become unfocused as she's slowly lowered back towards the bed. Somepony softly placing her head on a pillow.

“Reeetro what's going on, what's happening to her!” She hears the sound of Reaper.

“I don't know. We should just let her rest. I'll inform Princess Celestia, you should inform Twilight that Cadance won't be coming this evening.” Her eyes go wide at the mention of Twilight. Despite the drowsiness, she feels like her heart is about to break.

“I will, take care of her Reeetro.” She hears Reaper walk away, her mind begins panicking. The eyes streaming at the memoires.

“I can't-” She tried to breathe but she can't. “She shouldn't have-” She begins choking.

“Cadance! Cadance stay with me!” She watches as Reeetro, shines a light into her eyes, watching the rapid dialation.

“It's- It's my fault- She- She-” Cadance feels the final thread being cut, as darkness consumes her once again.

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Twilight is confused. She's sure that Cadance said eight, and she's normally never late.

She looks towards the clock in her room, taking note of the time. Five minutes to nine.

'Maybe she got hold up? Yeah, that must be it.” Twilight thinks, trying to calm her nerves but it offers little help. 'I'm sure she'll get here soon.' She thinks. 'I'll just wait.' She breathes.

So she waits, and waits, and waits some more.

The clock strikes nine and Cadance still isn't here. 'What if something's happened?' She begins to panic. Tired of sitting around she stands to go look for Cadance, but just as she opens the door she's greeted by the worried expression of Solo Reaper.

“Reaper!” She asks, slightly worried. “Do you know were Cadance is?” She feels a sinking feel begin forming in her gut.

“She's had to be pulled away suddenly.” She says, offering her a weak smile. “She told me to tell you that she's sorry she couldn't come see you tonight, but she'll be here tomorrow to wish you happy birthday.” He gives her a pained expression.

Twilight just nods, slowly closing the door. She walks towards her bed, tired from the day. She slips under the covers, pulling Mr Smarty Pants out from under her pillow and clutching him close.

“It's okay.” She whispers. “She'll come tomorrow.” She says, tears filling her eyes, as she falls into an uncomfortable sleep.

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But Cadance didn't come the next day, or the next, or the next. In fact, Twilight never saw Cadance for the next four years. She'd asked everypony, Celestia, Shining, Reaper, everypony.

But no pony could give her an answer, only a broken smile that filled her with sorrow.

As the years went by Twilight stopped asking, stopped caring. She felt hurt, betrayed, broken. She threw herself into her studies. Hoping that learning would take the ache away, but it never really did.

She became closed off from the world. She'd lost one of the closest ponies to her and she couldn't help blaming herself.

It was a week after her eighteenth birthday. When she was studying 'The Mare In The Moon' that she got the letter from Celestia. Telling her that we would be supervising the 'Summer Sun Celebration' in Ponyville. She read the letter over and over. Was Celestia trying to get rid of her? Ever since Cadance's disappearance everypony had become so secretive and watchful. She thought it was normal. She'd learned to accept it.

With a sigh, she headed out of her tower towards the carriage stables. Ready to depart to Ponyville.

Spike was excited. He always was.

They boarded the carriage and departed, but Twilight couldn't help feeling alone.

Author's Note

Hello filles and gentle colts, here is another chapter for longstanding everypony breaks like glass.

Regards

OnTheTrot