-=-=-Authors Note: This is my first work of pony fiction, and my first attempt a writing anything in a long time. I hope you enjoy it. Please provide feedback in the comments section, I love to hear your suggestions, comments on the story, and opinions. I would like to thank my editor and pre-reader, Cloppyhooves, and also Rainbowdashyy for last minute pre-reading and advice. Thank you both very much!-=-=-
Pinkie Pie lay in bed, staring up at the moon hanging low in the night sky. It looked almost close enough to reach out and grab, sitting there in the backdrop of luminescent stars that framed it.
“This night is an extra especially special one! Maybe I should throw Princess Luna a party to celebrate how lovely these nights really are. Oh or maybe a one on one party to celebrate how lovely she is!”
Pinkie giggled to herself, dreaming up the decorations and “party favors” for such a private party in her head. Pinkie had always loved the night, and all the beauty that came along with it. For such a loud and some would say obnoxious pony, Pinkie Pie enjoyed the peace and quiet of the night. It gave her time to reflect on her day, and the smiles she brought to the faces of all the ponies in Ponyville, especially her friends. As she reflected on her busy day of parties and fun, a small shadow passed over the moon; barely even noticeable if you weren’t watching for it. Pinkie was busy replaying the awesome party she had thrown for Applejack’s latest harvest of delicious apples, and completely missed the small wind stirring up outside of Sugar Cube Corner. She was, however, startled out of her reverie by the one and only Princess Luna suddenly hovering in her window.
“P-princess Luna! To what do I owe this honor of you coming to visit me on this lovely night?” Pinkie prostrated herself before the royal pony, making an attempt to bow correctly. She never was very good at remembering how to do all that fancy stuff; she just hoped it was enough. Oh, Rarity would totally know what to do in this situation!
Princess Luna merely laughed gently, and with a soft popping noise, materialized right in Pinkie’s bedroom, much to Pinkie Pie’s surprise.
“My little pony, your adoration of my nights has not gone unnoticed since my return to Equestria. Every night, I weave the moon into the sky, and set it on its course with ancient magic unknown to anypony living today, save my sister. Though the moon can make its course upon its own, oftentimes I will fly with it, observing the world from afar. I have noticed your love of my nights. Unfortunately, not very many ponies in these times enjoy the night such as you and I. In turn, for your adoration, I have decided to reward you.”
At this, Pinkie jumped up, bouncing around the room. “Oh! A reward! What is it?! Tell me please, please, please!” Luna laughed at the pink pony’s antics, amused by her eagerness.
“Pinkie Pie, your reward on this night is me...the Princess Luna!” Luna smiled, as Pinkie stood stock still, possibly for the first time in many moons. Pinkie’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
“Y-you mean – uh – l-like, we get to ya know…Buck?” Pinkie couldn’t believe her luck. She had bucked a lot of ponies, because everypony loves a good bucking…but never a real live royal pony! This was a once in a lifetime chance! So why did she feel so apprehensive suddenly? Her dreams were staring her in the face, literally. She finally had a chance to do what she had dreamed of for so long, and yet here she was, nervous.
Pinkie suddenly found herself staring at the floor, blushing. How could she simply reveal her budding love for the Princess? She wasn’t even sure of it herself; she just knew that it felt right. However, this night wasn’t right. Pinkie couldn’t reconcile her conflicting feelings –love, nervousness, uncertainty – unsure of herself, and the whole situation, she knew what she had to do, yet it didn’t make it any easier for her to say it out loud. The time wasn't right, with all these emotions piling up inside of her.
“Princess Luna, I appreciate your offer, really I do, lots and lots! I’m just not sure I can accept it, not tonight.”
Pinkie Pie stumbled over the words, not sure how to turn down the royal pony with grace. Was she making a mistake? She wasn’t sure, but something just didn’t feel right. Her Pinkie Sense wasn’t tingling, but her gut told her that tonight just wasn’t the night to reveal her secret feelings for the Princess.
Pinkie just wasn’t sure Luna was ready for her to pour her heart out, even if her body was telling her to take the offer. She couldn’t simply tell the Princess that she thought that she loved her, out of the blue, and that the Princess Luna's nights were what really made her day all the brighter.
“Princess Luna…I can’t tell you exactly why I can’t do this tonight, but I want you to know that I really hope you aren’t really mad or – “
Before Pinkie Pie could finish her sentence, and with a look of extreme displeasure, Luna teleported out of Pinkie Pie’s room with a soft pop. Pinkie’s heart seemed to fall out of her chest, and her usually poufy pink hair deflated with the popping sound of a sad clown’s balloon. Tears welled in her eyes, one softly falling to the floor before she began weeping. Her sobs catching her chest, as she stared once again at the moon, a bright blur in her eyes as she choked on her now jaded love.
-=-=-Author’s Note: Credit goes to Rainbowdashyy for pre-reading and formatting advice. Also, a big thanks to all the readers as well, thanks for the comments, thumbs up, and watches!-=-=-
Pinkie Pie awoke as the sun crested the hills of Ponyville, its light slowly filtering through the sparse clouds. She had no illusions that the previous night was a dream; her heart told her that for a fact as she made her way out of bed, and tidied up. Standing in front of the mirror, she tried a variety of smiles on, readying herself for a day of putting on a mask of happiness for the ponies around town. Her feelings were still a tangled mess, and she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about the whole ordeal of last night. Luna was obviously displeased with her for not taking her…reward. How in the world could she ever explain herself to Luna, when she couldn’t even explain herself, to herself? The thought of explaining herself to another Pinkie made her giggle, and her spirits lifted a bit, her happiness no longer forced as she made her way downstairs to Sugar Cube Corner’s kitchen. Humming softly to herself, she smiled as she organized things for the day’s baking for Mr. and Mrs. Cake. As she pondered how to rectify her situation, she had an idea. She could write a really nice letter to Luna, and request an audience! It would give her time to think of how to say what she needed to say, and time for Luna to not be really mad at her anymore. Who knew how long alicorns stayed angry for anyway?
Princess Luna paced her room as the sun rose, trying to calm her nerves. Why, she hadn’t been turned down in…well, a thousand years! She was so used to everypony in this Age being in awe, and slightly afraid of her that disobedience wasn’t expected. Not that she was ordering Pinkie Pie around, per se, more like simply offering; and yet, she had her reservations about the situation as well. She saw the conflicting emotions on Pinkie’s face before she had teleported herself back to her room. As she calmed down a bit, she reflected on her own emotions. Nopony had admired her nights quite as Luna herself did, and Pinkie was a rare pony, the last she would of guessed to have a quiet, reflective side. Maybe she had let her emotions and certain…other feelings guide her in the wrong direction from the start. One thousand years was a long time to be alone, and while magick could assist her needs in so many ways, one could never replicate the feelings associated with the act. She remembered how Pinkie’s face had dropped when her anger flared…and was there some shame, as well? She was no quick and easy pony, but she did have needs. Now that she was back in Equestria, she found her thoughts straying in the direction of finding somepony to pleasure her returning more and more often. Her actions were brash, she knew, and she had to find a way to reconcile with Pinkie. A sudden idea sparked in her mind, and she smiled. She knew exactly what to do!
Pinkie made her way through Ponyville, to the local library to pay a visit to one Twilight Sparkle. Pinkie figured Twilight would know exactly how to word her letter, seeing as her own attempt had wound up rambling on for several pages, about nothing in particular. She couldn’t seem to stay on topic, making a weak attempt at the start of her letter to address Princess Luna formally, but it had soon degraded into talk about her recent re-design of the Party Cannon, and a new resident she had welcomed to Ponyville who was very bald. Pinkie knocked on the door of the library, hearing a loud crash inside followed by Spike groaning.
Twilight let Pinkie in, and called to Spike, who popped his head out from under a large pile of fallen books. “Spike, are you alright? I’ve told you not to run with an armful of books!”
Spike grinned sheepishly. “I’m fine Twilight, don’t worry about me. I heard the knock at the door, and ran to get it, it was my fault.” Finally having worked his way out of the book pile, he waved to Pinkie Pie. “Hey there! How’s it goin’ Pinkie?”
Pinkie waved a hoof back at Spike, smiling. “I’m doing okie-dokie-Loki, Spikey-Wikey, thanks for asking! I came by to ask Twilight to help me write a special letter to somepony.”
Spike’s eyes widened a bit at this. “A special letter…somepony…Aha! You have a crush on somepony don’t you, Pinkie!”
Pinkie’s face fell a bit, before Twilight noticed and cut in. “Spike, don’t pry! Reorganize these books while I help Pinkie with her letter, okay? Come on Pinkie, let’s go write that letter.”
Pinkie and Twilight made their way up the stairs to Twilight’s room, which was organized perfectly. A fresh quill and ink pot sat on the desk in the corner of the room.
Twilight turned to Pinkie, letting her concern openly show now that they were alone. “Pinkie, what’s wrong? What is this about, exactly?”
Pinkie laid out the events of the previous night, telling Twilight the whole story. She found it easier to tell now that she had some time to think about it. Twilight listened intently, before trotting to her writing desk.
She dipped the quill in the ink, before turning to Pinkie. “Pinkie, I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me this. I’ll make sure your letter has top priority in getting to Princess Luna. I…hope things work out for the best for you and for Princess Luna as well. I’m sure she will understand your feelings on the matter.”
Pinkie Pie smiled. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Twilight! I’ll repay you somehow!” Pinkie Pie hopped in place, her bubbly nature returning in full force. “I know what to do! I’ll bake you some cupcakes!”
Twilight smiled and gave Pinkie a hug. “Thanks Pinkie, I look forward to it. Now, let’s write this letter!”
“Dear Princess Luna, this is Twilight Sparkle. Today, Pinkie Pie paid me a visit…”