Twilight Sparkle was a routine pony, born and raised on her lovely lists and predictable plans. She prided herself on being able to plan for everything; her plans had plans, and those plans had even more plans, backed by various contingencies and back-up routes. She had everything, ranging from plans for going to the market to replenish their milk supply to plans for surviving in a post-apocalyptic Equestrian wasteland ravaged by war.
Of course, her plans had been cast aside and deemed useless many times ever since that fateful day when she stepped into Ponyville, a town that practically oozed disorder and unpredictability, and in fact, there were times where she didn't have a plan at all and had to think on her own hooves. Those moments had been rather stressful. However, over time, she had learned that not everything could be planned for, but she still did her best, pleased with her ability to correctly organize and predict her daily life at least. It gave her life a semblance of order.
However, despite her vigilance and care, she could have never planned for this.
She was in a bed with another mare....She in bed....with Nightmare Moon.
Twilight was many things, a powerful unicorn, the Element of Magic, personal protege of Princess Celestia, ingenious scientist, and a heroine of Equestria. But....above all, she was a mare, an extremely inexperienced mare that happened to be in a rather compromising and intimate position; Nightmare's larger form was wrapped tenderly around her in a tight embrace, head to hoof, spooning her from behind, her muzzle buried in the crook of Twilight's neck as she slept the morning away without a care in the world.
The purple unicorn didn't know what to do. She couldn't teleport out because Nightmare was physically attached to her, and she didn't think she could sneak out either, considering that Nightmare was holding her like a vise grip.
Twilight sighed in exasperation, causing Nightmare to shift slightly in her sleep. There wasn't really any other option other than to just wait till the sleeping goddess woke up. No doubt, there would be teasing following that.
She shook her head hopelessly; she had only been with Nightmare for a few short days, and already it felt like she had been stuck with her for years. Despite only knowing her personally for a few days, Twilight could already list off distinctive traits. Nightmare was brash, impulsive, prone to perversion, and just downright mischievous.
Yet here, Twilight couldn't seem to find any of that, listening to Nightmare's soft and even breathing splashing against her neck. If anypony ever stumbled across a sleeping Nightmare, they would have never guessed she was such a huge trouble maker. All they would see would be a beautiful mare sleeping peacefully.
“Wait a minute....BEAUTIFUL!?” Twilight practically screamed in her head, her eyes bugging out as she reviewed that random tidbit of thought, “Where in Celestia's name did that come from!?” The lavender mare spent the next couple of moments trying to convince herself that it was simply a side-effect of morning delusion.
“Stupid Nightmare.....” Twilight grumbled, earning a soft moan as a response from Nightmare, causing her to freeze up in fear, hoping she hadn't carelessly awoken mentioned goddess. To her relief, the dream goddess continued sleeping, lightly snoring away, her breath still tickling the hairs on her neck.
But.....she was a bit annoyed. Here she was, silently freaking out thanks to Nightmare, and the bucking mare was just lying there, sleeping away as if she was the most innocent mare in the world. Her face betrayed no feelings of remorse, and in fact, Twilight was sure she was probably enjoying herself even.
In fact, Twilight had been subjugated to Nightmare's whimsical and perverted whims for the last few days, and while she would begrudgingly admit they weren't all that terrible, they were definitely at her expense. The purple unicorn silently vowed to learn how to stand up to Nightmare a bit, or at least fix the status quo. She was supposed to be the 'Mistress', and if it meant she would have to fight fire with fire, maybe she would do just that.
She had learned a long time ago that friends were equal, and if she really wanted to be friends with Nightmare, as she had promised, Twilight had to figure out a way to bring Nightmare down to her level, or bring herself up to hers.
Pushing her musings aside, Twilight decided that it was time to wake up. Her frozen limbs were sore, and some of her limbs were starting to loose their blood circulation, resulting in that horrible crawling sensation all over her hooves. She would just have to bear with the embarrassment of waking up Nightmare.
“Hey, Nightmare,” Twilight said, shifting around a bit until she managed to maneuver herself to face Nightmare, surprised she hadn't woken up yet, “Wake up already you perverted alicorn.”
“Mhmm...no.....don't....Twilight....” Nightmare groaned, wrapping herself tighter around the unsuspecting unicorn who flushed at the mention of her name. Embarrassed, Twilight redoubled her efforts, wanting to get as far away as possible from Nightmare right now.
“I..Idiot! Just wake up already!” the lavender mare stuttered, shaking Nightmare vigorously, bringing her out of sleep.
“Huh...wha....” the disguised goddess muttered, her eyelids sluggishly sliding open until she shut them again, the light burning her sensitive eyes, “Urk....my head....what happened? Twilight?” Suddenly, Twilight was forced to recall everything that had occurred last night and all of the ridiculous shenanigans that had followed, multiplying her already blossoming blush tenfold.
However, seeing that extremely confused face, Twilight just couldn't resist the perfect opening.
“You're a bit tired after the extremely heated bedtime activities we partook in last night. You were actually a bit hesitant and timid at first, but after a while you really started getting into it. By the way, I misplaced the tapes,” the purple mare quipped, smirking and patting herself on the back mentally for coming up with something like that so quickly. However, after a moment, she reviewed her words, barely able to hold back the unavoidable blush storm that followed.....Nightmare had apparently influenced her more than she realized.
The reaction made it all worth it.
“WHAT!? I DON'T REMEMBER THAT!” Nightmare screamed, rocketing herself backwards, away from Twilight and off of the bed, landing on the floor in a mess of limbs as the blanket followed suit, tying her up.
Twilight exploded in laughter, pounding her hooves on the bed and rolling around, trying to expel the violent fit of giggles. After a moment, she managed to regain some control of herself and peered over the edge of Nightmare's side of the bed, finding the goddess extracting herself slowly from the ensnaring cloth.
“So, she can dish it out but can't take it huh?” Twilight teased as she spied a glorious blush adorning the disguised goddess' face. Nightmare scowled, looking away, mumbling various curses under her breath. This morning was not going well for her; first she had woken up with a killer hangover, and now her own mistress was teasing her in another reversal of fate....
Despite the fact that Twilight's teasing made for an easy counter-tease, Nightmare just couldn't muster the strength or will to fight back. She just crawled back up onto the bed, dragging the covers with her and draping them over her face to plunge herself back into the sweet darkness.
Twilight, finally fully recovered, smiled like a shark.
“Now, I know why you love doing that so much,” she said with a small smirk, poking Nightmare playfully, who only responded with another painful groan.
“Ugh....just let me sleep,” the dream goddess moaned unhappily, throwing the pillow over her ears, trying to block out all sound.
Wincing a bit in sympathy, Twilight hopped out of the bed and closed the curtains, grinning from ear to ear.
“Would the patient like any breakfast? Coffee, multivitamins, toast and eggs. Should help curb the hangover. I'll grab some painkillers too,” she offered softly, checking off each of the items mentally to make sure they were scientifically proven to help hangovers somewhat.
“Please....” Nightmare surrendered with a sigh, a bit happier now that the light was mostly gone, though her tone was still laced with discomfort and pain. Twilight shook her head hopelessly, but smiled anyway, always happy to help a friend.
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Walking down the stairs, Twilight heard the tell-tale sounds of Spike already going about his business. She must have really slept in, since he had been up before her. Regardless, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee awaited her. No doubt, her dragon assistant was already well invested into his day.
“Good morning Spike,” she called good-naturedly, a little too good-naturedly.
“Uh...Morning?” Spike answered, uncertainly and eying his caretaker with confusion, “You seem awfully happy this morning despite the fact you slept in like an extra two hours.....It's kind of weird.”
“Weird?” Twilight asked, tilting her head to the side, “How so?”
“Well, usually if you missed waking up on time, you'd be all like....” the baby dragon began, running up the stairs to imitate Twilight, “'Oh no! Oh no! I'm late! I'm so late! Now I have to postpone everything and reschedule everything! This is a catastrophe!” He completed the imitation by running frantically down the stairs and tripping at the end while he twitched his eyes in an insane sort of manner.
“I'm not like that!” she protested, but Spike wasn't finished yet.
“And even if you do wake up on time you're all like this.....” Spike continued, running back up the stairs, “Coffee....No pony talk to me until I've had my coffee....” He completed that imitation by dragging his claws down the stairs while grumbling incoherencies underneath his breath while his eyes were fixed in a grumpy, twitchy glare.
“I do not do that!” the lavender mare protested, and Spike responded by leveling her a deadpan stare, “Okay....maybe I do....sometimes....but still, is it really that weird for me to wake up in a good mood?”
“Pre-coffee....yes,” Spike answered simply, returning to his work, “Anyways, something good must have happened to you or something....Well, whatever. There's some toast for you there. I don't know what Luna or Diana wants, so I just made them the same stuff.”
“Thanks Spike. Do we have any eggs? I need to cook some,” Twilight questioned, swinging open the fridge and poking her head inside, trying to discover where the eggs were hiding. She was also reminded of Luna, so she made a mental note to cook more.
“Err...bottom left, small tray...We should have a couple left,” he answered slowly, befuddled by Twilight's sudden interest in cooking. Normally, she would just ask him to cook stuff for her, so it was extremely strange to hear that Twilight wanted to cook something by herself. In fact, she usually avoided cooking things. Cooking and her were a rather explosive mix, quite literally. “The butter is in the little white container near the top, or you can use the olive oil if you'd like. Make sure the eggs don't burn, and flip them over for a second or two so you know its cooked all the way through.”
“Got it. Thanks Spike!” Twilight cheered as she levitated a large black pan onto the lit stove, placing a few dollops of oil onto the pan.
After a few moments, the simmering sounds of eggs cooking filled the air, and soon, the eggs were ready, enough for herself, Nightmare and Luna. The lavender mare was happy to say she had actually cooked them correctly. Plus, the pan hadn't erupted into a giant inferno, so there was that.
Scooping a portion onto a plate and grabbing two slices of toast, Twilight levitated the breakfast, completed by a mug of steaming hot coffee and vitamins, into Luna's room, slowly opening the door as to not wake her just in case the night alicorn was still sleeping.
Similar to her own room's state, it as dark and a recognizable lump lay on the bed, covered from head to hoof with a light quilt.
“Luna? Are you awake?” Twilight asked curiously, sneaking in her hot tray of food, the smells quickly moving the through the air to fill the entire room. A wordless groan was the only answer she received, and Twilight smiled out of pity and empathy. “I brought breakfast. It should curb the headaches a bit. Plus, there's some painkillers there too.”
A quick, blue hoof was extended, pointing to the bedside table, wordlessly conveying her request. Nodding, Twilight set the tray down, wishing for her speedy recovery before leaving the room to attend to Diana.
Luna sighed, sitting upright in her bed, groaning, not out of pain, but out of embarrassment. She covered her red face with her hooves, grimacing.
“Ugh...I'm such an idiot. I did all of those embarrassing things....to...to Twilight of all ponies. She must hate me now...” she groaned, smacking herself with her hoof but knowing that wasn't really true. However, it didn't change the fact that she had completely embarrassed herself, rubbing her temples to hold back the headache. She wished it was caused by a hangover, but it wasn't. In fact, physically, she was fine; Luna had a lot of experience with alcohol, so her body wasn't that susceptible to its aftereffects. She was slightly grouchy and a bit tired, but there wasn't any unbearable, pounding and absolutely agonizing hangover.
“Curse you alicorn metabolism and nearly faultless memory....” she grumbled, taking the tray and placing it on her lap, inhaling the pleasant scent. She allowed herself a small smile, finding it very sweet that Twilight would think of such a nice gesture. The lunar princess sighed; she really was too kind, but that was one of the reasons Luna like her anyway.
Still, after what had happened last night, the Second Princess of Equestria had no idea how to approach her friend. The fact that she could still remember almost everything brought a fresh wave of blood to her face which she hid with her hooves, groaning in exasperation.
“You did it right Luna,” she muttered to herself as she took a bite out of her wheat toast, “Come to your friend/crush's house, go on a nice date and then get ridiculously and mysteriously drunk to feel up and sexually harass said friend....brilliant...”
Luna blushed again as she recalled some of the things she had done in her alcohol-induced stupor, most of which had to do with smelling and touching Twilight while suggesting, none-too-subtly, that they just outright do it. And if that hadn't been bad enough, her alcohol-high mind decided that it was a good idea to invite Diana along as well!
“Argh!” Luna raged, gripping her mane in disappointment and worry, pulling it over her face like a mash, though she reasoned it functioned more like a brown paper bag of shame. What did Twilight think of her now? How was she supposed to even look her friend in the face? What would Diana say?
Sighing again, she pushed the plate aside, cleaned of its food, but stopped to find a small piece of parchment hidden underneath the dish. She picked it up and read it in the darkness.
If you need anything, just call for me. Don't strain yourself too much.
-Twilight
Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, Luna slumped back into the bed and cracked a small smile, staring up at the ceiling, just thinking about and thanking her friend for her understanding in the silent darkness.
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“Nightmare! Are you awake still?” Twilight called as she swung open the door to her room, adjusting slowly to the blackness.
“I am now....” Nightmare grumbled into Twilight's pillow, cracking one eye open as she detected the scent of freshly cooked eggs wafting around the room, “What is it now?”
“I've brought an offering oh humble goddess of mine,” the lavender mare quipped sarcastically, finding it extremely satisfying to banter back to the menace goddess after being teased for what felt like forever.
“Hmph. I don't think I like your tone. What if I don't want your offering?” the dream goddess pouted, sitting up and displaying her displeasure by crossing her forehooves.
“Aww....That's just too bad I guess. I was going to spoon feed you with my own two hooves, but I guess my pet alicorn is just too spoiled to earn it,” Twilight continued, on a roll, earning a bewildered and spluttering Nightmare. The purple mare grinned manically. "'Oh this is something I could get used to."
“I am not a pet!” the disguised alicorn shot back, completely missing the mental commentary Twilight had provided via their link due to her irritation.
“Uh huh. Says the pony who likes to call me 'Mistress',” Twilight answered back, not missing a beat, “Now be a good, sick alicorn and eat your breakfast.” Without warning, the lavender mare placed the tray of food onto Nightmare's lap, not giving her a chance for rebuttal.
“Hmph....If my head didn't hurt so much, I'd figure out a way to throw a good comeback at you....This sucks,” the dream goddess grumbled, begrudgingly bringing a slice of toast to her mouth.
“Eat. Then take the vitamins and painkillers,” the purple unicorn commanded with a motherly-sort of smile, “I would try magic, but I don't think its a good idea given the differences between normal pony and alicorn physiology. Nightmare didn't raise another argument and silently scooped the food into her mouth, too tired to fight back. Twilight smiled and got up to leave, wanting the sick mare to rest.
Closing the door behind her, Twilight lingered just long enough to hear two words being muttered from the stubborn goddess which brought a tiny smile to her face.
“Thanks Twilight.”