Twilight's First Time (Kissing) (SFW)

A "Give me a prompt to write on" post

>"Twilight?"
>The purple alicorn looked up at her assistant
>"Yes, Spike?"
>He'd just came home from his first date about half an hour ago
>Not with Rarity. He'd got over that crush a while ago
>Her sister, though...
>She was more his age anyway
>Twilight had briefly discussed it with him
>It went well
>He took her out to dinner and a movie
>It was standard but effective
>He was really rather embarrassed about the whole thing
>She didn't press him to talk about it too much
>"I- I was just wondering-"
>The dragon took a few steps closer to her
>"What was your first kiss like?"
>Twilight's eyes drifted away from him, but didn't focus on anything
>Hmmm... Her first kiss...
>She turned back to the bright-eyed dragon
>"It was pretty good, I suppose. Maybe a bit bittersweet."
>"Bittersweet?"
>"Yeah... Here."
>She magically pulled up a chair, putting it down opposite the desk from her
>"I'll tell you the story."
>Spike hopped on the chair, still looking up at the Alicorn
>His legs kicked slightly in excitement
>"It was maybe three years after I got my Cutie Mark, at Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. In Potions class, I had this lab partner."
>She chucked
>"They drove me nuts. They were excepted because of extreme artistic talent. I got the privilege of seeing one of their newest magical light shows a few years ago, at a trade summit with Saddle Arabia. Colors mixed with music and the night sky, as if they were painting on a giant canvas with all the senses. Just beautiful."
>She looked wistfully into the distance, before smirking and turning back to Spike.
>"In Potions, though.... Well, they weren't very studious. Never had the lab notes when I was gone, never measured anything..."
>She chuckled
>"Heck, one time they even managed to catch my mane on fire with one of the boilers."
>"And you... Kissed him?"
>The dragon was confused
>"They asked me out, Spike. I immediately refused, of course. I could barely stand to be near them."
>"But..."
>Twilight tilted her head to the side slightly, eyes drifting to the lower corner of her eye
>"They kept up with it. They used to write me the most horrible poems. Something about how I was 'a true artist' and how my eyes were full of 'depth infinitely surpassing that of even Celestia's.' I had to resist the urge to not vomit."
>Spike nodded in agreement
>"But... There was something about it, I guess. The constant attention. It was never really over the line, never really... Creepy, I guess? It helped that they were extremely attractive. So I let them do it, but I didn't say yes. I said that we were 'too different' to make it work, that they weren't my type."
>Spike nodded
>"I was around them every other day, whenever we had class, Eventually the semester started to come to its end. For our final project, we had to make a special kind of potion -- A Starswirl-grade healing elixir. We didn't work in groups, and we weren't allowed any notes."
>Twilight giggled
>"I remember, I just synthesized it from some very basic ingredients. Didn't brew it at all, just blasted it with magic. The teacher gave me an A+ immediately. My partner, on the other hand..."
>Spike leaned over slightly, in anticipation
>"They worked so hard on it. They measured and re-measured everything, they made sure all the temperatures were perfect, they even sliced the Oak Bark into perfectly uniform pieces. I stayed in the lab, just... Watching them work. They spent at least twice as long on it as everyone else."
>"The end result, for them, was a decent potion. Nothing special. They got a C on it, actually. But, for the, it was the best potion work they ever did."
>She sighed, slightly
>"And then... They turned to me, and they said, 'I can pass Potions. Is that close enough to your type?"
>Spike arched an eyebrow
>"Yes, it was cheesy, but they were attractive and I was young. So I went on a date. To Pony Joe's donuts."
>Twilight gazed out the window, lost in the memory
>"I got a chocolate with sprinkles. They purchased a glazed and a milkshake. We talked. Smalltalk, mostly, but also about their art and my magic. And, at the end of the date, they kissed me. Not for very long. But for long enough."
>She smiled, softly
>"I went red in the face. And, well... they were transferred to the art department full-time, having completed general education. We never went on a second. I don't think their parents liked them dating me very much, in all honesty, because they'd always leave the library whenever I entered it."
>She smirked
>"Or I was just a terrible kisser."
>Spike nodded
>"Twilight?"
>"Yes, Spike?"
>"You... Used an awful lot of singular 'they's in that story. To refer to the one you kissed."
>Shit.
>She should have guessed that he'd catch on to that. He'd been her assistant for a while, after all.
>"Yes, Spike. I did."
>"So... You didn't want me to know what gender they were, did you?"
>"...No, Spike. It was intentionally vague."
>"So... I can safely guess that it was-"
>"Yes."
>Twilight cut him off
>"Yes. Yes it was."
>"Oh."
>Spike blinked
>"...Huh. Didn't know you were-"
>"Most don't, Spike. It's... A small part of myself, but there. She was actually the only one I've-"
>Twilight stopped herself, then exhaled sharply
>"Just... Things can be very complicated."
>"...Okay. I'm not jud-"
>"I know you aren't, Spike. I just..."
>Twilight gazed up at her crown
>"It's... Still a bit of a confusing subject for me, Spike. If you haven't noticed, I don't date much."
>Spike nodded.
>"I- I get it. I'm dating, y'know, not a dragon, so we sometimes... Get weird looks. We had a few at Sugarcube Corner, even though Pinkie and the Cakes were really nice to us."
>"I'd imagine."
>"Yeah."
>Spike scratched under his neck
>The air in the room suddenly felt very thin
>"I'll- I'll just let you get back to reading. I think I'm gonna go to bed, actually."
>"That's fine, Spike. Sleep well."
>The small dragon scurried out of the room.
>The lavender Unicorn, meanwhile, looked out at the stars
>That light show a few years ago was one of a series renowned for using every conceivable color
>But...
>She couldn't help but notice the fact that, in the particular performance she watched, one stood out from the rest
>Purple
>Dancing against the moon and stars