//------------------------------// // Dinky Mistrusts a Glimmer of Twilight // Story: Bubbles and Glitter // by Shamrocker //------------------------------// Dinky Mistrusts a Glimmer of Twilight Twilight raised her hoof to the door and tapped, once, twice, thrice. The door creaked open, revealing a small lavender unicorn filly. Said filly looked unimpressed. In a high voice, the filly said that the mare Twilight was looking for was “in the kitchen.” As Twilight levitated her bags and Spike through the doorway, the filly jumped up at her and said, “If you break her heart, I’ll break your freaking spine.” Twilight backed away and escaped into the kitchen. “Hey Derpy, I’m here! Also, who was that filly - Whoa, it smells good in here!” She called out. Derpy grinned happily back at her. The scent of baked goods wafted through the air. “Oh hi Twilight! I’m baking muffins and that was my little sister, Dinky!” Derpy replied. “Oh, boy, what flavor?” Twilight responded. “Muffin flavor.” Inexplicably, a smaller muffin burst through the top of the muffin that Derpy was holding into the air, and Twilight swore she heard a guitar riff echo through the muffin scent. Twilight eyed Derpy, but then shrugged it off. She’d seen stranger things happen around Pinkie. Trotting all the way through into the kitchen, she stepped onto the tile floor - BAM! Her bags slammed into the doorway, sending her rocketing toward Derpy. They both fell over in a tangle of limbs. When the dust from her (ancient) suitcases settled, Twilight was standing over Derpy, their faces inches from each other. Twilight’s face began to heat up, Derpy's following suit. “U-uuhh... s-sorry?” Twilight stammered out. Her face was a flattering shade of red-violet, and Derpy’s was pink. A sound came from Derpy, a small “pomf!” and her wings were stiff and spread out. Twilight awkwardly climbed off of Derpy, letting the mare get up. Standing up, avoiding each other’s eyes, the awkward silence stretched. “So... uh... I think I’ll put my stuff away, if you don’t mind....” Twilight stuttered. “Upstairs, second door on the left.” Derpy said quickly. Twilight hurried up said stairs, and entered the guest room. Setting her stuff down, she sat down with a huff of relief. Taking out the book “Moodwings: A Comprehensive Study of the Pegasus Body Language,” she flipped to the page she was looking for. Chapter 11: Standing at Attention - Arousal A note to the reader: The next chapter cover a subject not suitable for a younger audience. Please keep out of the hooves of foals. Perhaps one of the most interesting quirks of pegasus wings is the display shown when expressing a keen sexual interest in another pony. Their wings subconsciously jut upwards, in a fashion that could almost be confused with aggressiveness. But the reality is quite the opposite. It shows an immense attraction towards another pony. This is not necessarily in a romantic sense, but a physical one. These displays are often completely out of the pegasus's control, although with mental and physical training, such displays can be suppressed to a certain degree. This is, however, the reason why a pegasus's wings are flared when in the throes of passion. That is why restricting wings is a rather extreme deviance for a pegasus, combined with the fact it prevents one of the basic aspects of their life: flight. However, this is not a subject that will be covered in this book; for more details, see the Pony Sutra. The scientific term for this display would be ‘Erogenous Alarum Stiffening’, but this is not a term commonly used by society. The most popular term is ‘wingboner’, but numerous synonyms and euphemisms exist. Wingboner, popfeather, wing erection, popping a wingie, rigor eros, popping a pinion, flight firmness, at full sail, saluting the sky, reluctant advertising, bedroom turbulence warning, spontaneous wing-stretches... These are the type of expressions that you will hear on the street, or in a casual conversation. Admittedly, a very casual conversation, and usually not a public one. This is only a partial list. As you can see, the names are numerous, and often material for many professional comedians. Most of them have drifted in and out of use, as slang tends to evolve at an extremely quick pace. Much faster than my research could keep up with, I’m sad to say. The point is simple: like many displays of pegasus emotion, if they are interested in you... you’ll know. Twilight blushed. Finishing the last line, she realized something... Derpy... is interested in me?! ^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^-_-^ Spike shook his head. He was still dazed from the impact from Twilight’s (strangly) numerous bags. Standing up, he heard Derpy say “Upstairs, second door on the left.” There was something strange about her tone, but he paid it no attention. Turning around, he spied the stairs and started walking. His path was blocked, however, by a small unicorn filly. He didn’t know how to react. “So, you’re staying with Twilight here, huh?” the filly asked suspisciously. “Just make sure - DARN SURE - that she does NOT. HURT. MY. SISTER!” She exclaimed in the general direction of Spike. “Uh... okay... What’s your name, anyway?” Spike responded with a question. “Dinky. Dinky Hooves, and you better not wear it out.” Dinky said with attitude. Tossing her mane, she proceeded up the stairs, Spike following... Or at least she tried to. She raised her hoof just a smidge not high enough, and put pressure on it... -click- She came tumbling down on top of Spike. When the two realized their surroundings again, they saw that Dinky was standing over Spike, much like Twilight and Derpy had earlier. Her face was pale red, whereas Spike’s was mostly covered with scales. Still, little bits of red could be seen in between. Dinky stumble off of Spike, and they departed to their rooms without another word. Spike collapsed on the guest bed and sighed. Celestia, she was cute... and had an attitude... in a good way! Wait. What am I THINKING?!?! Do I have a crush?!?!?! Spike gasped a little at the realization. If I do, what about Rarity? _____________________________ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Welp. There’s another chapter! Woo! Two awkward situations, dow- Really Shammy? Really? The same situation with two sets of ponies? Well, in one case, a dragon, but he wants to be a pony, so would that even count? Or would he be a pony-dragon, or a dragon-pony, or- Yes Pinkie. I made it that way for a reason. Oh. Anyway. Thanks to Tchernobog for letting me use bits of Mood Wings in this, he’s awesome, and you should check him out!