Fries

>"fries"
>That's what stares back at you from the computer screen.
>You ask for inspiration and that's all you get.
>"fries."
>You wonder why this place isn't dead yet.
>Unsatisfied, you get up and leave your room.

"Hey Twilight," you call, before emerging into the lower-lounging portion of her bedroom loft.
>Twilight appeared to be sitting in deep thought at a table in the middle of the room, as well as busily writing things down on a scroll with a quill held in her magical grasp, before you diverted her attention.
>"Oh, hey Anon," Twilight responds, turning her head toward you.
"Fries," you say.
>With a puzzled look on her face, Twilight responds.
>"What?"
>You stare into each others eyes for a short moment.
>Just as Twilight begins turning her head back to her work, you respond.
"Fries."
>She returns you her full attention.
>You slowly make your way over to her.
>She resumes looking at the parchment before her, but without producing any magically-influenced quill strokes.
>The sound of your steps boom in the quiet room.
>The distance between each pace routine, but their timing drawn out.
>Standing next to the young mare, you lean in close to her face.
"Friiiiiies," you draw out.
>Twilight stares at the wall ahead of her, but still looks at you in her peripheral vision, as you hover daintily beside her.
>You smile.
>Twilight looked at the quill she was floating over her scroll, and watched carefully as a drop of ink slowly slid off the nib and onto the parchment below.
>You leaned in closer, now mere inches away from her horsie ear.
>Twilight was fidgeting uneasily, while beads of sweat appeared around her face.
>You remain there for what seems like ages, while Twilight grows increasingly uneasy as time passes.
"Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies," you finally let out, in the most breathy, sensuous manner you could muster.
>Twilight's eyes roll up into the back of her head
>Slowly, she falls backwards and onto the floor.
>As she lay soundly, her tongue hangs out of her wide-open mouth while her hind leg twitches sporadically.
>Triumphantly, you step over the catatonic pony below you and make your way back to the dark room of Twilight's house you call home.