Who's a Pretty Pony? C2

Who's a Pretty Pony?  C2

>you wake up early
>you push the recent events out of your mind
>it's hard to paint when you're depressed or upset
>apart from a few thoughts lingering around the little purple librarian, you treat yourself to a fresh waffle breakfast
>after a start like that, it's hard to imagine anything wrecking your day
>you’re slowly figuring out that the morning light really gave you an extra perspective on things
>falling completely into your art, you spend a few days on a series of paintings and manage to make rent for another month
>on time
>this pleases you greatly, and you paint well when you're happy
>that means more painting!
>wandering through P0nyville at the crack of dawn, you get your head start and decide to really put motion into this one
>concentrating deeply, you begin
>after laying down the base layers, you take a few breaths and begin stretching
>the foundation of this painting was actually something that took a lot of effort and time
>it didn't look like much of a painting yet, but three hours just flew by
>you needed a little walk
>it wasn't windy or anything so you didn't fear that your easel would fly off
>there were really no thieves out here either
>with your worries cast aside, you lazily walk towards nowhere in particular
"Anon?  Hi!  What are you doing out here?"
>you know this voice
>turning to face the owner of the greeting, you're pleasantly surprised
"Twilight?  Hi!  How've you been?  I was just out for a walk, really..."
"I didn't really thank you properly for yesterday...  You know, for being there for me,"
>her eyes avoid yours
>she looks somewhat embarrassed
>you can’t really blame her
>you reply before the situation can get awkward
"I'm just glad I could help,"
"I was going to have breakfast with Fluttershy but she's just so busy this time of year...  Are you hungry?  I don't want it to go to waste," continues the purple unicorn
>this was awesome
>you pretty much never brought food with you
>it seemed to distract you more than hunger did
>this is great though, free chow
>sitting across from her in the dry, warm grass, she starts to take stuff out of her saddlebags with her magic
>you wish you could paint magic, but it would be like painting an explanation of the taste of peaches to a robot
>magic was much too fluid and ethereal to be properly captured in a painting by someone with your level of skill
"So, how-
"Anon, I'm-
>you chortle
>great timing all day every day
"Go ahead Twilight, say your piece," you say, calm and collected
>the "no, you go" game was not your thing
"Anon, I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for breaking down on you like that.  You must think I'm a little cuckoo after that evening..."
>you grab a neatly folded napkin containing a leafy sandwich
>you ate what they ate, maybe some more eggs and peanut butter
>if it wasn't hay, you were fine
>you don’t understand how they liked hay, but then again you're not a pony
>you just raise a hand, trying to show her it really didn't make her look insane and say
"I've done worse,"
>she giggles a little, her shoulders bouncing more than anything
>cute is an understatement
>you can’t help but d'awww internally at how her eyes closed and her ears twitched during laughter
>you successfully in finish your bite without choking to death over the hyperglycemic shock
"That's a little surprising..."
>you stretch, a goofy smile on your face
"Well I usually mess up social situations more than this.  I'm kinda wondering if I'm going to make a fool of myself soon, it's bound to happen one day…"
"Can't be as bad as me, I mean I'm usually more comfortable with books than I am with living beings..."
>you see her head dip a little
"I've just been so...  Bored this week.  It's like my life has gotten quiet all of a sudden...  Even Spike is off helping Rarity with a delivery out of town.  I miss him.  It's like the library is empty without the little guy, you know?" she continues
>there’s a noticeable pause before Twilight said "bored"
>from the looks of it, she just sounds lonely
"I'll...  I'll stop talking.  I'm probably annoying you," she finishes, looking down at her half eaten sandwich
>putting the little napkin down with care, you say
"I told you that if you wanted to talk about anything, it was fine by me.  Why would I say that if I thought you were a bother?"
>you didn't expect her to give you such a distraught look
"If I'm not annoying, there must be something else wrong with me.  I mean from the way I'm going, I could be marketed as a stallion repellent," she says under her breath, rolling her eyes to hide her discomfort
>just loud enough, though
>before you can think, you've already stifled a scoff and uttered
"Wrong with you?  You're joking..."
>she just looks down, appearing completely depressed
>Twilight covers her face with her hooves
"No, Anon," she says, hooves muffling the articulation
"You just had some back luck with the last couple of colts,"
"Bad luck?  Bad luck!?  This month, I've had the best luck of my life!  They...  They never even agreed to go out with me before,"
>her reply began as a passionate one, but after the first handful of syllables had escaped her lips, her voiced had died down to anything but a whisper
>you can't believe your ears
"Maybe you're just asking the wrong ones...."
>she chortles bitterly
"I don't think you've been paying attention, Anon...  I've tried everything...  It's hopeless,"
>you have to admit it
>you're a little stumped
>the situation may look grim but you decide that you can convince her to give it some more effort
"Love can take a lifetime to find," you start
"In my opinion, those that say "it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all" are full of shit," you continue
>perhaps a little bitterly
>she rears back, you aren't sugarcoating your thoughts at all
>plus you aren’t sure that ponies can actually swear
>it’s like it’s against their whole nature
"True love is the scariest thing that can happen, and it can be mistaken easily, masked or blinded.  I have often thought that not loving for the longest time may seem painful, but it pays off.  What I mean is that...  I don't believe in settling for someone who isn't for me; and expecting others to do so leads to the worst kinds of pain,"
>Twilight looks up, pondering
>you see her massive eyes dart as her pupils contract and dilate
>you could almost hear the gears turning up in there
>you got dinner and a show, it seems
>the bookpone starts sipping at her juice, looking unconvinced
"Anon, at the risk of sounding ungrateful...  It still doesn't exactly explain why I haven't even had a second date with all the colts I've gone out with."
“Listen...  You have never failed until you have given up.  I've heard a lot about you, little miss...  And "falls over without getting back up" has never been mentioned anywhere."
>her resolve strengthens
>all those courage wolf posters you've seen are worth their bytes in gold right now
"Now a lot of books or people will tell you things like how to dress or how to act to woo the special somep0ny.  That stuff..."
>she leans in, expecting to hear the words of salvation; the secrets to finding love
>your pause for dramatic effect is short
>you also remember to watch your language
"...  Is also a load of horse apples.  Now I can't tell you I'm an expert; nobody can.  You can't be an expert because you would need to study every last p0ny in Equestria ever to know the hearts of the opposite sex."
>she goes back to looking defeated
"But that's an important lesson!  What you need to think about isn't really yourself; you'll fall in a pit of self-consciousness you may never escape."
>your enthusiasm almost startles her
"You can try to think about others too much either, you can't read…"
>you pause
>Twilight probably could cast some sort of magic to read people's minds
"I mean you probably can’t read the other's mind, and even if you did, it would probably give you false impressions; people don't always think what they feel."
>you take a moment to breathe, trying to gather the thoughts that would best express your feelings
"You need to stop worrying, is what I'm saying.  It feels impossible, but worrying and wondering and theorizing is just the first step into a trap of broken hearts."
>Twilight seems to nod and assimilate this information before saying
"You...  Were you a painter or a psychologist before you got here, Anon?" she says after a few seconds
"Neither, actually.  I had started an art program but getting a job to stop my debts from piling up had my priority.  I regret it, actually; had I known that I'd be transported to Equestria like this, I wouldn't have been so careful with my money," you finish, chuckling
>with her will strengthened, she decides to formulate a schedule
>always organized
>you knew this was going to be a bit of an issue
>you'd have a hard time getting miss OCD to stop worrying about everything...
>returning to the library the next afternoon, you both take a look at P0nyville's options
>you also begin to seek out ways of getting her to relax a little
>learning to let go in the goal of obtaining something was very counterintuitive in the first place
>trust_exercises.avi
>the next day, you prepare a trip with your new friend
>it is also your first time being a wingman
>you get her to see if she can attract or catch a colt at a museum
>it seems like they'd be her type
>you start seeing what she means
>Twilight gives it her best shot
>time and time again, she’s ignored, politely rejected, and even stood up
>you can't figure out why
"How about we try some more relaxed places, the stallions here are so caught up in their own business that they could trip on a bag of bits and cuss at it for getting in the way," you say after another unfruitful evening
>you take Twilight across town over the week
>the results are unanimous
>stallions appear to flee from her
>as you watch her attempt another date proposal, you notice something
>they practically seem afraid of her
>not like she'd hurt them or something
>but more how you "fear" someone who's more important or more powerful than you, just from instinct
"I think I figured it out, Twilight!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together
>she slowly drags her hooves over to you with all the zest and energy of a pile of mashed potatoes attempting to travel uphill
"Twilight, don't you see?  They all know you here!  You're Twilight Sparkle; your brother is the captain of the Royal Guard, your friends and you have defeated Equestria's enemies.  That's all very intimidating," you explain
>her head lifts as she thinks about what you've said
>then it drops again
"So why do the rest of my friends get dates and I don't?" she replies, deadened
"Well Pinkie Pie didn't lift an Ursa Minor all by herself, if I recall the newspaper article correctly..." you say
"You know Anon...  I've never thought of that.  I guess they were just humoring me but I don't think I'd ever noticed how nervous they were before," says the purple bookworm
"So what do you say...  “Starlight Dawn”?  Should we hit another town?  Give this theory a chance?" you propose, holding out your balled fist
>her will steeled once more, Twilight hoofbumps you
“Wait…  “Starlight Dawn”?  That’s kinda cheesy…” she says, hoof still in midair
>is dis zebra serious?
“Cheesy?  Okay there, Twi-light Spar-kle,” you mock
>her blush is the best reward you could have asked for, even if you now have to escape the doom of Twilight’s angry, purple marshmallow hooves
>she pummels you harder when you start giggling like a schoolgirl at how adorable she is when she's angry
>the next day you’re in her library, bags packed for Manehattan
>it was pretty much Equestria’s metropolis and it sounded like a good place to start
“Come on then, wake up!  We need to get our head start if we’re to catch the train on time,” you say to the half-conscious filly
>you’d let yourself in, it’s not like the door was locked
>you were more or less a regular at the library now
>less for books and more for the bookworm
>felt great to have a friend like her
“Anoooon…  Five more minutes…” she whines
>rolling your eyes, you pull the covers off her
“Mrrrrrgh…” she grumbles, curling up
>her messy, violet bed hair is strewn across her soft coat and your jaw goes slack at the sight
“Fine, I’m up, I’m up…” she says
>Twilight slowly sits up, only to grab the covers and go back to sleep
“Goddamn it,” you curse as you uncover her once more then lift her off the bed and carry her downstairs, trying to be quiet lest you wake the sleeping dragon
>ignoring her flailing hooves and protests, you sit her down in front of a coffee mug and some toast
>she rubs her eyes as the morning sunlight illuminates her
“Anon?  Thanks…  For taking care of me,” she says, smiling warmly at you through her sleepy face
>Twilight's half-closed eyes seem to shine with a surreal luster
>she brushes aside stray locks of hair with a hoof in a slow, deliberate movement
“It’s what friends are for,” you manage to reply over the imminent heart attack
>you really did get here early, however
>welp, just means you won’t have to run around anywhere
>lazy pace is best pace
>Twilight and you look out of place amongst the bustling bunch of busy ponies running around the train station
>not that you really look like you belong, being much taller and walking on two limbs
>but the relaxed mood is good
>you may not be in a hurry, but you’re still a little excited
>you’ve never been to Manehattan
>once aboard the train, you take your seats and put your bags down
>Twilight sits next to you
>you spend a couple minutes wondering if bringing your painting gear had been a mistake
>it's not like you were any good with architecture, to your dismay
>you didn't think you'd really have much of a chance to paint
>your desires to explore the new town would probably distract you too much
“Twilight, you sure it was worth it to bring my painting stuff?  I’ve never really been much good at urban settings…”
>no reply
“Twi?”
>she’s fallen asleep against you
>you can’t hold all your hnnng
>she was probably up late studying again
>you lay your coat over her and spend the rest of the trip in comfortable silence
>as comfortable as multiple, severe myocardial infarctions can get
>Manehattan is indeed Equestria’s sleepless city
>should be perfect hunting grounds
>having found a hotel to stay in for the weekend, you’re ready for the first night out
>initiate wingman mode
>you knock on her bathroom door
“You’ve been in there for hours.  Come on, you don’t usually find stallions in bathtubs.  Usually...”
“Almost done!” she replies
>almost done what?
>the door opens
“You…  You…  You didn’t…”
>you can’t believe your eyes
>she dyed her hair?
“What?  If I’m going to try out this “Starlight Dawn” thing, I better go all the way,” she says
>her mane and tail were a lush black that had a faint bluish glow in the light
“But… but…”
“It’s not permanent or anything…  Wait, is it ugly?  Don’t tell me I look worse like this!?  I knew it, I'm even uglier than before!”
>she sinks to the floor in utter despair
>was it ugly?
>no
>all of your no
>gallons of no
"That’s not what I was saying.  I was just surprised, I didn’t expect you to go and dye your mane,” you explain
>she appears to be turning a dull gray
>deflating
"Really Twi, it looks awesome,"
“If you say so…  You’re being honest right?  I can change it back,”
“100% truth.  Applejack couldn’t be any more honest than me right now.  I think it looks really good,” you reply
>this seems to reassure the filly.  You turn to the door, missing the chance to see her blush deeply
>time to hit the streets
>from galleries, plays, recitals and lectures to bars and clubs
>even shopping malls
>it was impossible
>unbelievable
>completely unreasonable
>it didn’t make any sense
>rejection
>rejection absolutely everywhere
>it was baffling
>your theory was blown completely out of the water
>it wasn’t even due to a social faux pas an egghead would make
>Twilight is absolutely charming; her approach free of being too “needy” or weird
>frustration was setting in, and you seemed to be frustrated in more than one way
>first, you’re upset for her.  Seeing her defeated like this was not fun in any way
>second, you’re feeling a nagging irritation towards ever colt and stallion that would turn her down
>why would they do this?  Wasn’t she beautiful, funny and smart?  What’s so wrong with her?
>third, you’re in some way a little glad she’d been turned down
>what the hell’s wrong with you anyway?
>you’re so confused by all this
>painting was out of the question
>Manehattan had proved fruitless
>ride home was decidedly less comfortable, under a defeated air of hopelessness
>encouraging pep talk or no, this was just disheartening
>you get her back to her library and go back to your apartment
>you feel pretty beat
>you’re useless for a day; Manehattan left a bad taste in your mouth
>after reading a decent book, you're about to wonder what to do next when there's knocking at the door
>shit, did you forget rent
>you struggle to get to the door without freaking out
>shhiiiiiii-
“Twilight?  Hey, what’s up?”
>pleasant surprise
“Hi Anon, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit…” she says
“Sure, I’d love to.”
“Oh, bring your painting gear too.”
“Uhhh…  Okay?”
>you’re pretty happy to be out of your apartment
>you also manage to dodge Mr. Davenport
>Twilight doesn’t seem to be too depressed, that’s good
>she dyed her hair back to normal
>that’s good too, not that the black was ugly
>it really wasn’t ugly at all, like damn
>just wasn’t “Twilight”
“So why am I brining the painting stuff?” you ask as you both walk towards the library
“I felt like learning more about painting; I’ve read about it a fair bit but I haven’t really tried it before.  You wouldn’t mind showing me, right?”
“Would be my pleasure,” you reply
>Twilight is a great student, teaching her was always a blast
>she did know a lot about painting, but you had the practical side
>even with the extra challenge of wielding paintbrushes with her mouth, she isn’t doing poorly at all
“’yke dish?” she asks
>she can paint, but talking with a brush in her mouth isn’t her strong suit
>you laugh at her slurred speech
“Yeeeaaaaaah, like that.  Damn, ‘scuse me,” you yawn
>she puts the brush down
“It is kinda late, want to pick this up tomorrow morning?” she proposes
“Sure, sounds good to me,” you reply, holding back some more yawn
>today was a good day
>you go to the library in morning
“Twiii-light?  Ready for some more painting?”
>snoring sound stops
>damn, maybe you were a little early
>she had said "morning"
“Anon?  Hiii…  How can you wake up at this hour?" she asks quite groggily
>you wince
"Sorry for waking you…  I guess I always wake up early; it gives me the best light for my paintings.  It’s like I get a head start," you explain
“Neat, I think I can imagine how that would work,”
“Twilight?  I was wondering…  Did you want to try dating again?  I ran into this colt the other day, a writer; he was buying some stuff at Davenport’s…”
>she kinda looks down
“I don’t know…” she says
“He was really ni~ce!”
“It’s not like I have much to lose…” she says, giving in with a roll of her large, captivating eyes
“Great!  He’ll be waiting at the Rosebud Café this evening,” you exclaim with a grin
>her snout scrunches up
“You set me up?  Darn it Anon…”
>her reply was followed by a sweet little laugh
>wingman is best man
>you do your best to cheer her up and give her confidence for her date
>Twilight also has quite the potential little painter in her
>teaching was quite fulfilling, even if you didn’t make any money
>didn’t matter too much because your time spent with her was worth quite a lot to you
>you walk her to the café, bidding her good luck
>chin high, chest out
>she introduces herself
>and he excuses himself
>then runs off
>fuck
>you hang your head
>just great
>you don’t know if that was sarcasm or not, but you stop caring when you raise your head and notice that Twilight’s gone
>maybe she’s just gone back to her library
>you go there
>apparently not
>you’re a little worried
>you check her friends’ houses
>ping www.twilight.com –n 5
>100% packet loss
>you do your best not to worry them by asking them where their friend could be at night
>after a while you wander around, looking for her
>goddamn it Twilight
>you end up sitting on the hill near her treebrary
>the sun was slowly coming up
>suddenly the morning light floods the library
>it looks special
>you don’t have your painting gear, but you do have a pencil and notebook in your pocket
>you whip it out and try to capture the moment
>the shadows cast a somber portrait of her library, filling it with emptiness
>you hear a gasp behind you
"Twilight?" you call, turning
>she's right behind you, looking at your sketch
>you throw it to the side
"Twi!" you say, practically pouncing at her with relief
>you hug her, taking her right off her hooves
>she returns your embrace, probably because she's not used to being lifted like this
>you put her back down
"Sorry, you startled me is all..." you say, looking for an excuse
>Twilight is a big pony, she was able to take care of herself for a night
"Were you...  Waiting for me?" She asks
"Me?  I was...  I was just getting a head start, you know, early mornings and all...  I wanted to make a paint-I mean drawing here."
>She tilts her head to the side
"Anon..."
>she didn't sound very convinced
>you look away and scratch your head
"I...  I did wait, I guess...  I was worried.  You ran off, I didn't know where you went," you reply
>she sits next to you, the rising sun flooding the scene
"I'm sorry Anon...  I was just upset and...
>she pauses, expression changing as her train of thought cuts from one to the other
why does this sketch look so strange?"
>you look at it
"Hunh.  I guess it does look a little dreary," you say
"You’re a harsh critic Anon...  I can't say it looks dreary...  Ummm...  It's dark?" she says, trying to soften the blow
"Well it’s probably because you weren't home," you say
>there's a short silence
>you look down at her
>she's looking up at you
>you don't recognize her expression
>her eyes dart away
"Maybe you just got too much of a head start," she blurts
>you stare at your sketch, pensive, not seeing Twilight blushing rather intensely
>she tells you she has some business to take care of, but that you're welcome to come over the next day
>It's not like you're really busy
>being a slacker artists and whatnot
>bag of painting supplies over your shoulder, you walk over to Twilight's around noon, to be sure you wouldn’t be waking her up again
>you find her ready and waiting
“So…  you ready for a date?” you ask
>she suddenly begins to stutter madly like you just asked her at what age she stopped peeing the bed or something
>you cock your head to the side
>you’re a little confused at her reaction, but you continue
"Come on Twi, I talked to another artist at Davenport's this morning.  I think you two have a lot in co~mmon!"
>she just looks down
"I…  I'm not feeling very well...  Spike cooked breakfast and I don't think his skills sit well with my stomach..." she says
>Spike apparently had a lot to eat for himself and was sleeping it off
"That's awful…  You should get some rest.  I'll just come by tomorr-
"Wanna just hang out?  I've been bored all morning and I didn't want to wake up Spike, he woke up early to make me breakfast...  He means well, little tyke," she says
"Sure, sounds awesome!"
>she asks you about your recent paintings, having brought your equipment, you set it up and start unrolling some of your recent works
>the day ages and soon, Celestia’s sun begins to set
>you get into a rather technical conversation about layering
>it seems to keep her mind off her stomach, so you're happy to indulge her questions and make note of her input
"So how would you hue this section with the wide brush after the third layer?" she asks, grabbing the brush
>she usually held the fine tipped brushes in her mouth, but the wide-bristled ones were easier to handle with the joint above the hoof
>it’s always impressive, seeing her grab things
>she bends the joint until it makes a crook in the joint right above the hoof
>they are very dexterous for hoofed beings
>you sit behind her, her back against your chest as you guide the brush with your hand
"See, very lightly, make sure to thin the paint so the hue doesn't overpower the layers underneath," you explain
>her hoof seems to slow down
"Twi, like this..."
>you try to move the hoof but it's like she's not trying to paint anymore
>your head is besides hers and you begin to feel her warm, calm breath on your cheek
"Twilight?" you say, turning your head
>she darts her snout back towards the painting
"You bored?  You don't have to humor me about painting so much if you're not that interested..." you say
"No, no, I just thought I heard Spike!  Must have been my imagination," she quickly replies
>she really loved Spike, he was indeed a member of the family
"You on the other hand," she starts
"Forgot about letting the previous layer dry, see now it's bleeding through!" she finishes
>you scoff
"Is that so, little miss?" you say
>she grabs a brush and dabs your nose with it
"Yes it is!"
>oh no she didn't
"It was on purpose, see?  Ha!" you reply, poking her snout with a brush
>she squeals playfully, batting away at your hand
>the room was suddenly quite warm
>blush was spreading across her face
>you found yourself going red as well
"The colors are spreading on your face…  Looks like you should have waited on your shade...  Of...  Red"
>every word punctuates the diminishing distance between your face and hers
"Twilight?" you say, her massive eyes seem to engulf your vision
"Anon?"
>you are feeling pretty damn fuzzy right now
>Twilight was just so warm
>her soft coat brushing against your arm
>you can only stare into her massive, shimmering eyes
>they seem to dance in the candle light
>as her mane sways slowly, coming to a standstill against the side of her face, you’re struck with how beautiful she is
>you don't exactly know where this is going right now, but you can't seem to find a single fuck to give
>you inch forward
>without thinking, eyes locked on her moist, inviting lips, you say
"You are a prett-
CRASH!
"What the?"
>you have tipped your easel over, and shattered everything this moment had to offer
"Shi-  I mean…  Shoot, the painting..." you say, bending over to clean up the mess
"Don't worry about it, I'll go get some towels," says Twilight with a cough, running to the kitchen
>you're picking up a little pot of magenta when it hits you
>what the fuck just happened back there?
>were you going to...
>was she going to?
>Twilight had always been cute...
>now that you knew her, however
>it seems that she was a little bit more than cute
>like, out of the "cute" ballpark entirely
>barring the inherent strangeness of being attracted to another species, you were friends
>maybe she was just sleepy or distract-
"Here we go, I found my old kitchen rags"
>you snap out of your intense confusion as Twilight trots in with rags and a bucket of soapy water
>still blushing furiously
"Sorry...  Hey, see what I mean about making a fool of myself?"
>she giggles, blush receding, replying
"It's okay, it's not like my painting was very good...  I think it looks better with that splash of azure and that magenta splotch there.  I think the dust bunny it fell on gives this particular painting much more character, now that I step back…"
>it's your turn to chortle
"So do you want to try aga-
>Twilight cuts you off with an uncontrollable yawn
>her jaw almost seems to unhinge
>was that healthy?
in...  Or maybe we can pick this up tomorrow.  It's pretty late"
>Twilight looks at you as panic seems to flash across her face
>this leaves you a bit confused
>her ears seem to droop
“Twilight?  Is there something wrong?”
>she smiles a little nervously
“Oh, nothing’s wrong…  It’s getting late anyway.  Too dark to paint, is it not?  This must be what you mean when you talk about early mornings…”
>in an instant, your whole world is turned upside down
>the cry of the summer cicadas is deafening
>the candle light is overpowering the room with warm, orange colors
>in a breath, you go from a little conflicted to questioning yourself entirely
“Anon?”
>you see her lips move, but the sound seems to fall short
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” you reply
>the run home was but a blur
>you rummage through your apartment for alcohol
>alas, you find none
>not that you think it would be able to get Twilight out of your head
>like a civil war, you let out sigh after exasperated sigh, tromping around your apartment until Mr. Davenport started knocking the ceiling with a broomstick
>you fall asleep after that
>when morning rolls around, you’re a mess
>apartment faring no better
>knocking at the door
>was it Twi?
>you leap, sprinting towards it, jumping over overturned chairs and piles of clothing like a lunatic in an obstacle course
>you open the door rather violently, scaring the daylights out of-
“Mr. Davenport!  What brings you here…  On such a fine morning…”
>you reply so gingerly you could have turned into an orange-tinted cookie fellow
“I’m here about all the noise last night, is everything okay?”
“PerfectlyfineohlookIgottagosorry,” you blurt, emulating that folk tale pastry man
>you think about everything that’s happened
>lost in thought, you just wander around for a bit
>not sleeping properly does funny things to you
>makes your judgment poor
>you always end up making really horrible financial decisions and purchases when sleep deprived
>you wander around in an airheaded daze, looking around in hopes of finding Twilight
>she wasn’t in her tree house
>when you track down the little librarian, you ask if she wants to join you for breakfast
>her face lights up and she agrees
>you were used to cheaping out on expenses due to your current monetary situation
>but here was a prime example of sleep deprived spending, although you used to spend more by buying stuff online at four in the morning compared to getting breakfast somewhere
>and here you thought the lack of internet would help you save money…
>so you find yourself walking next to Twilight, looking around
>after a while, she asks
"You feeling okay?  You kinda left in a hurry last night,"
"I'm fine, I just...  I just had a weird evening.  All good now!"
>you reply confidently to convince her, even if you probably need to convince yourself first
>for right now, you feel like you’re turned upside down and inside out
>you decide to have breakfast first and feelings later
>Twi seems reassured and canters with you with a smile on her face, asking
“So where are we going to breakfast?  Well…  More of a brunch at this point…”
“I don’t really know, I was following you.”
“But I was following you!”
“To be honest, we were walking side by side, so it’s a little hard to find out who was following who,” you say, rubbing your chin
“An~on, what’s wrong with you?”
>she replies this light-heartedly while rolling her eyes, a coy smile on her lips
“What about there?” you suggest, pointing at a diner
“I’ve been here before, but I didn’t get a chance to taste the food.  It looked really good though!”
“Why didn’t you get to even try the food?”
>as you both get a table, she proceeds to regale you with the rather humorous tale, where Celestia sent Twilight two tickets for six friends to the Grand Galloping Gala
>the shenanigans that ensued were memorable indeed
>the meal was also pretty good
>you slip off and pay the bill, just so Twilight can’t protest
>even if it’s too late, she ends up disapproving and leaving a tip at the table
>oh Twilight
“Thanks for taking me out on that da…  I mean diner!  Thanks for taking me out to that diner,”
>you smile back warmly, asking
“No problem, it was really nice.  What do you want to do now?”
>the little unicorn beams, looking around
“We could go to the park, or see Fluttershy’s animals; I think Rainbow Dash is practicing some new moves!  We could als-
>within about a half second, a torrent of rain drowns her voice out
“Oh Celestia,”
>oh shit why was it raining so damn hard
“This is the second time this happened at this particular place!” she cries over the pouring rain
>you both run inside the restaurant
“Gotta admit, it’s pretty funny.  At least you got to eat this time around.”
>you manage to say this before your speech functions are disabled by Twilight
>her straight, long hair clung lushly to her soaked coat
>water beaded and dripped down her face and chest
>your poker face miraculously holds as you look down at her gleaming body
“Darn it, I forgot about today’s scheduled downpour…  I feel so stupid.”
>you’re a little busy trying to look like you’re not staring the fuck out of this pony in front of you to be able to say anything
“What do we do now, then?”
>her mouth moves, shaking her curled mane lazily and heavily as it gleams with a silken glow
“Anon, you in there?”
>you do your best to shake off whatever came over you
"Sorry what?  I was out of it,"
"Pretty far away, too, hunh," she giggles, shaking off the water in her coat
"Miles and miles..."
>you try not to laugh at her messy, frizzy mane and puffed out coat
>try as you might, you end up looking like you’re about to laugh
>she pats it down with her hooves, rolling her eyes at your bad pokerface, and replying
"Aaanyway, I was wondering what we were to do now that the weather's like this,"
>you think for a few seconds
>usually you just stayed in when it rained
>maybe one day you'd try painting in the rain, but you weren't interested in how everything looked when it was rainy
>you did have some books from your Earth; that would be sure to provide some level of entertainment for her
"My apartment isn't too far away, actually.  I bet I have some book you've never seen before,"
>she raises an eyebrow and her left ear twitches a little
"You sure?  I should have most of P0nyville's written works in my library,"
"Twilight, I was talking about my books, those that came from my Earth,"
>her eyes go wide, her pupils dilate, and her ears spring up at attention
"Wh-...  Why,"
>you are about to ask her why she's saying "why" when Twilight’s eyes flash with blazing interest
"Why didn’t you tell me about that earlier?"
>she's up on her rear legs, pressing her front hooves on your stomach
>you recoil in surprise
>oh shit what did you do wrong
>her nose flares out, puffing steam
>Twilight's burning gaze bores into your eye
“Show me those books!"
>you stretch a hand towards the door
"Su-sure, right thi-
"Yesterday, Anon!"
>she magics you off the ground and gallops into the rain
>you float behind her like a weird animal balloon
>you crouch inside the magical aura before the restaurant's top doorway wallboard decapitates you
>Twilight sprints towards Davenport's as you yell out directions to a shortcut
>wind and rain soak you to the bone as you duck inside the magical grasp
>you'd have to apologize to that mare down the street
>you chose to knock over her flower pots instead of taking a signpost to the groin
>skidding on the hard packed dirt covered in a slick mud, she makes the final turn towards the little Sofa and Quill shop
>you go wide-eyed at her multi-hoof drifting
>being in the open street allows you to enjoy this floating experience instead of fearing for life and limb
>floating behind a running unicorn in the rain sure was fun though
>you start laughing and the infectious guffaws soon affect her as well
>she teleports you both inside, still laughing
>covered in mud
"That was too much fun,"
"I know, it was like that time in the crystal empire where I slid up a spiral staircase," she replies, grinning
>you wish you could have been there
>wait, slid UP a staircase?
"You what now?"
>her eyes focus into a serious stare
"I'll explain later.  Book time now, please?"
>is book addiction a thing?
>did she need a fix or something?
"I'd love to show you, but...  You're full of mud, Twi,"
"Not so bad, I'll just shake-
"Not inside!" you exclaim
>she sticks out her muddy hooves, looking them over
>taking a few breaths, Twilight calms down
"I guess I got a little carried away...  Sorry,"
"It's cool, even if that did get a little scary back there...  I'm mostly glad to see you excited about something, you've been looking pretty down for a while,"
>she blushes a little
"Oh, the shower is the second door on the left, try not to get too much mud on the ca-
>she teleports away
rpet.  Right...  Magic," you sigh, smiling
>looking through your shelves, you pick out the books from Earth and put them on your little living room table
>you didn't have that many, not that you read all that much in the first place
>when you've found every last hard copy, you sit back
>Twilight comes back out after a while, magically rubbing her mane down with a towel
"Hey, I hope you didn't get sprayed with scalding hot water, the pipes here are a little finicky,"
"No, it was fine, thanks.  So these are it, right?"
>she looks at your pile of books like they're made of solid gold
>you had a little less than two dozen books in total
>various works of literature, mostly classics from Shakespeare to modern authors
>an encyclopedia, a dictionary, a couple manuals from your college, some science fiction works
>nothing extremely interesting for you
>just a couple books you happened to have around during the move from Earth to Equestria
>a strange affair that was
"That's all I have.  Sorry there couldn't be more, I didn't exactly have the choice to bring a full bookshelf when I came here,"
>she looks up at you, smiling with her eyes closed in contentment
"I understand, this is more than I could have hoped for, actually.  Thanks, Anon,"
>her horn glows a little as she levitates a few books for examination
>you start talking about the various tomes as she flips through the yellowing pages
"This is fascinating...  True record of a completely alien civilization,"
"Twilight, that's "Ringworld", it's science fiction,"
"Oh," she says with a silly smile, "That probably explains why I never heard of you talking about Puppeteers..."
>you chuckle a little and reach for another volume
"This is more along the lines of what you might want to see if you're interested in my Earth,"
>Twilight is riveted to her seat cushion
>this had to be pretty cool for an academic pone such as herself
"If you want to borrow them, just go ahead.  If I can trust somep0ny with a few books, it’s you,"
>it's not like you'd be reading them again anytime soon
"Really?"
"Of course,"
>she leaps up and wraps her front legs around your neck
"Thank you thank you thank you!"
>you return the hug, even if a little startled
>perhaps you should have expected a reaction like this from a pony who spends her head in a pile of books most of the time
>you spend a while with her, talking about some of the fiction and literature you don't have with you
>you only ready occasionally, but you'd gone through a few books in your time
>this wasn't really what you had your focus on at this moment
>right now, your attention is centered on the silken-coated pony currently occupying your arms
>Twilight is softer than a flannel bag of puppy ears
>you can't resist letting a tentative hand go through her straight, smooth mane
>you release her after a few short seconds
>Twilight follows, going back to her seat beside you
>her face was pretty tinged in crimson and you felt flush yourself
>it was a little warm in here
>you get up to open a window
>behind you, Twilight frantically and quietly pulls out the encyclopedia and starts to look up a few things
>you turn around, hearing the near-sonic-barrier-paced flipping of pages
>the encyclopedia slams shut
>you just see Twilight fiddling with her mane nonchalantly, turning to you as you raise an eyebrow
"What's up?" she asks, innocent
>you look at her, a little suspicious, before turning back to the window
>as a fresh breeze flows in, bringing in a familiar petrichorous smell, you feel nature calling
"Gonna go to the washroom, make yourself at home, okay?  If you want anything to eat or drink, go right ahead,"
>unbeknownst to you, Twilight is busying herself looking up "dating", "courtship", "mating", "relationship", and various other such words
>turning bright red, but only ever doubling her efforts
>you wash up and head back to the little living room, again hearing a book shut itself
>you wonder what she might be up to, you told her she could borrow them, no need to be sneaky about it
>Twilight is also blushing furiously
>adorable ear to adorable ear
>something is going on here and you want to know what it is
>Twilight puckers her lips out of the blue
"Twi, what are you doing?"
>she doesn't reply, she just puckers more and moves her eyebrows up and down
"Okay, what's going on?  Is this a prank or something?  I thought Pinkie and Rainbow were the pranksters..."
>she looks around nervously, then hangs her head and sighs
"Nothing, just messing with you," she grumbles
>you catch something about "stupid book didn't help one bit"
>now you’re just confused
>the rain wasn't letting up, but at least it wasn't windy enough to push it in your apartment through the window
“The books are really awesome, but you haven’t really told me all that much about your old life or your world.  Would you mind talking about it?”
>you shrug
“Sure, what do you want to know?”
>you sit down next to her as she asks you about what your world was like
“I do miss it, you know…  Strangely enough, it’s not that bad knowing I’ll never be able to go back.  I don’t wonder about eventually going back, simply because it’s impossible,”
“You must miss others of your kind quite a bit,”
“I do.  I miss quite a few people.  Having friends here helps out a lot, though,”
>you talk about who you knew, what your house used to look like
>Twilight and you are sitting closer and closer as the room begins to cool down considerably
>you have no desire to go close the window
“So I never really knew girls that interested me completely.  I knew that they were out there, but I guess I wasn’t lucky enough to find one that was really intelligent.  I guess being in an arts program attracted more airheads than anything.  They were all nice girls, but…”
>Twilight cocks her head to the side with an eyebrow lightly raised
“So you like smart girls?”
>Twilight sounds…  Hopeful?
>you’re beginning to feel your heartbeat quicken
>Twilight’s low tone of voice and close proximity to you wasn’t helping
“I guess?  None of them were ever smart like you,”
>if your heart wasn’t beating so damn hard you’d get a kick out of seeing Twilight blushing so furiously, her coat seemed to be a completely different color
>you notice that there’s very little space between the adorkable little unicorn and you
>her delicate scent makes its way to you, the subtlety of it making it that much more enticing
>you try to keep your head, asking
“What about you?  I’ve read the odd article in the papers, but I don’t know half as much as I’d like to,”
>she looks into your eyes
>you always felt small when she looked in your eyes
>you felt like her big, breathtaking eyes looked through you
“I used to be lonely, too worried about my studies…  Friends helped, but I was missing something.  Now, I don’t think any of that matters so much, I’m glad to have what I have,”
>you back up a little
>were you just crazy?
“But hearing you talk about other girls made me wonder about what it would be like to have a coltfriend.  Even if I’m happy with my life, I can’t help but imagine,”
>looking into her eyes, you feel something crack
>it was like nothing really mattered any more
“Twilight, close your eyes,”
>the very second those eyes left yours, you lean in and plant your lips on hers
>she breathes in sharply, her heat making you blush harder than ever before
>as you furrow a hand through her mane, reaching another around her back, Twilight deepens the kiss
>by all that was Celestial, this is actually happening
>you topple back onto the couch as she presses her chest against yours
>both front legs around your neck, she breaks the kiss to look at you
“Anon, I don’t think I need to look for a coltfriend anymore,”
>you cup her cheek with a hand
>Twilight’s weight on you was filling the hole in your chest.  More than that, it was overflowing with emotions you could have only dreamed of
“Sorry I can’t be your special somep0ny,” you whisper
“W-…  Wha-?”
“I’m not a p0ny, Twi.  I could be your special somehuman, though,”
>she replies with a kiss, hooves burrowing under your neck to secure her hold on you
>as Twilight breaks the kiss to nuzzle in your chest, you pet her lush mane, sighing deeply in complete contentment
“Twilight?  There’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time,”
>you feel her ears twitch a little
“What is it?  You can tell me anything.  Even if it’s something you aren’t proud of or something,”
>you hold her tightly
“Twilight…  You’re a pretty pony,”
>the unicorn in your arms lets out a little sob
“You’re a really pretty pony,”
>nuzzled tightly in your neck, holding on as if she was afraid you’d push her away, Twilight shudders and quietly cries
>you brush her mane, letting your hand pet down her back and curl around her tail
>you were worried for a second, but she wasn’t crying in sadness
>comfortable silence flows slowly in with the night breeze
>today was a pretty pony kind of day

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