PenPal twilight

>The pressures of being a mare are many.
>The odds are stacked against them in nearly every way. They're expected to be strong, beautiful, intelligent, hard working, wealthy, and perfect. Hell, they almost need to be able to read a Stallion's mind to get everything right.
>That's a lot to ask for a herd that you can be kicked out of at any time.
>And Twilight is sick of it.
>The poor alicorn is jaded. As a unicorn, she was decent looking, friendly, far from poor, and gives her all in everything she does.
>It's earned her a total of 4 lifetime dates and a short stint in a herd she was kicked from.
>Now as a princess, she has the opposite problem.
>Stallions line up to talk to her, but they're only interested in her status.
>She's sick of it all. She needs SOMEONE to vent her frustrations to.
>She doesn't want to bark up her friends trees when they already know.
>Spike is just too young.
>And the other princesses are totally inappropriate to talk to about such things.
>She needs someone from outside her current circle to talk to.
>A bit of magic on a letter later, and it's off to find her a friend who can sympathize.
>When the letter doesn't fly away, but rather just spontaneously vanishes, Twilight worries some.

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>When you got a letter labeled "Best friend and secret confident summoning contract" in the mail, you thought it was a prank.
>The terms on its were simple. Either party could "magically" summon and dismiss the other whenever they wished with a ten second window to decline each time. All that was needed was a signature confirming consent.
>You chuckled and signed it, humourously hoping it was a girl DTF. When you next looked away, the letter was gone.
>Strange.
>Then you feel the strangest sensation. Ten seconds later, you poof out of existence and reappear in some weird crystal room with low ceilings.
>Right in front of a wide eyed purple unicorn-pegasus. "U-uh. Were you the one who signed?"
>...Shit.

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>The PenPal program twilight had joined at her teacher's behest was only meant to last six months.
>Princess Celestia had been pushing for her to socialize, and the program had been a middle-ground.
>Through letters, long conversations would not have to be held.
>Parties and outings would be a non-issue.
>And it would take only a few minutes every couple of weeks to read her PenPal's letter and jot down a response.
>Simple, easy, and with minimum detriment to her studies.
>After six months, however, Twilight did not stop.
>Her responses, planned only to be a few paragraphs, soon became a page each time, sometimes even two.
>And the letters she had only intended to skim, she would end up giving her full attention.
>Even now, when she's a princess and is surrounded by her friends, she still writes her PenPal bimonthly.
>The fact that she doesn't know who Twilight is- that she's now royalty- only makes the friendship more true.
>And is why Twilight is finally ready to meet her anonymous friend face-to-face.
>Asking for a meeting was one of the most nerve-wracking things Twilight had ever done, and she was relieved when the answer came back as an affirmative.
>After sending her PenPal a place and time, and receiving a confirmation, Twilight sat on the train platform with eager jitters.

>Anon was sitting with a smile despite being cramped in the pony-sized train compartment.
>He was finally going to meet his PenPal after all these years.
>She was his truest friend, liking him for who he was, and not for what was between his legs, as he had been sure to leave out his gender in the letters.