Your Twilestia Love Story?

by Key Strix

Part 1

My Little Ponies: Friendship is Magic

Your Twilestia Love Story?

Written by Key Strix

Edited by Hauntu4ever, Schizoid Nightfall, BlackDenimCap and Tricondon

~This is a non-profit fan made story. All characters belong to their respective owners.~

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“What if I say it wrong?”

“You’ll be fine.”

“What if she rejects me?”

“You‘ll be fine.”

“What if I get nervous and don’t do it?”

“Twilight! You. Will. Be. Fine! Also, you’ve done it again.”

“Done what again, Spike?”

“Giant groove. Floor.” Spike pointed Twilight’s attention to the path her hooves had cut into the floor of her own personal room in the Canterlot Castle.

“Oh.” Twilight calmly stepped out of the circular indent that spanned along the wide amount of space between the front door and her tousled bed. It was only for the moment, between when she stepped from her path and when she laid eyes back on it, that she looked at ease. “Wait, no! Not just ‘oh’! More like ‘uh-oh’! What if she sees this, sees the damage I have dealt to her beloved castle floor! She could consider me neglectful, call off the whole event, and even put the castle on lockdown for repairs!”

The expression on Spike’s face had been deadpan for so long, Twilight had wondered if his facial muscles were locked into place.

“There is no possible way she would do any of that and you know it.” Spike’s voice carried a tone that matched the flat expression. “Look, I’ve told you this time after time: Stop worrying! Not just because you should just go for what you need to say, but because it’s almost breakfast time. You gotta get ready.”

Twilight immediately stopped in place. She closed her eyes, put her hoof to her chest, then inhaled deeply. Such a position was held long enough to feel the tension in her chest expand. When she finally exhaled, her hoof extended outward as if to lead all the stress from her body.

“You’re absolutely right, Spike.” Twilight briefly smiled at him before turning to a nearby mirror to gaze upon her reflection.

Her hair could be mistaken for a purple bird’s nest. Eyes looked to have been poked at for several hours. Many patches of fur stood on end and pointed in just about every direction. Even the feathers of her wings looked tousled beyond repair.

Twilight couldn’t help but feel that she may have been pranked, like somepony— or even dragon— replaced her bedroom mirror with one that would otherwise be found in a carnival funhouse.

Her eyes narrowed.

Using the magical power of levitation, Twilight unsheathed a hair brush and a spray bottle from a set of drawers to her right. It was time to commence combat with her untamed image. “Spike, read me the schedule for today.”

“Have you even decided on which version to go with?” Spike said, standing on the tips of his clawed toes to reach a dark blue bag with decorative golden stitching that hung upon the coat rack next to the front door. It was too high for him to reach without error. He toppled over and spilled several of the many scrolls that filled the bag to its brim.

“I think-ngh!—” Twilight grunted after her comb struggled to tear through a knot in her mane. “—I think so. Read off Plan 3-A.”

Spike’s fingers wiggled as he searched over the scrolls on the floor. Nothing. He then skimmed through the ones left in the bag.

“Got it!” He announced triumphantly before pulling open the parchment to read out loud: “9 am, breakfast with Princess Celestia and dinner with Princess Luna. 9:45 am, get pampered and dressed up. 11:15 am, meet with Princess Celestia. 11:30 am, address the public about your plans for further adapting into the political structure of Equestria. 12:45 pm, have lunch with Princess Celestia. 1:25 pm, mingle with Equestrian bigwigs. 3 pm, meet up with your friends for some fun around town. Note, buy some roses during that time. 5 pm, return for some relaxation. 5:45 pm, prep for the feast. Sometime between 6, and 6:15 pm, you will confess your love. However, if she chokes on her food during your confession—oh, uh... wait a sec.”

Spike double checked the label on the butt-end of the scroll. “This is Plan 3-B. My bad.”

Twilight sighed and shook her head. She had finished brushing her tail and moved on to combing down her ruffled coat, drenching it with her water bottle like it was grass in dire need of resuscitation.

“Okay, so between 6, and 6:15 pm, you will confess your love. If she denies you, refer to Plan 3-C. If she accepts, you will have roses prepared for her and you may refer to the beginning of Plan 6-A, which could lead to Plan 7-A.” Spike closed the scroll and gave a stubborn stare. “I’m still not reading those.”

“Good, because I’m not letting you. Those are still for my eyes only.” She didn’t turn her sight from her reflection as she finished brushing down her coat, having finally succeeded in flattening all of it.

However, there was a flaw elsewhere.

A couple thick strands of her mane poked straight up. She snorted then she struck them down using the combined might of her comb and spray bottle. “Plan 3-A should be perfect,” she said as she made repeated strikes on the fashion offender. “If the rest of the day goes by without a hitch, a dinner-time confession would be the perfect way to end it. Now, I just have to make sure that nothing goes wrong till then.”

“And nothing will, I’m sure of it.”

“Spike!” She shot a glare that bounced right off the mirror straight to her target. “Don’t jinx this for me.”

“Since when do you believe in jinxing?!”

“Since today, because I can’t take any chances. This day needs to go perfectly.” She turned around and looked directly at Spike, who was quick to point at her head. “What?”

“I think you caught a severe case of bedhead.”

She twisted around, looked at her reflection, and spotted those very same defiant strands within her mane. Twilight let loose a loud and heavily annoyed groan.

“Chill out, Rarity. It’s just your hair,” said Spike as he dismissively waved a set of claws.

Twilight looked at him from over her shoulder with a stare that would make a timberwolf shiver. “Everything. Perfect.”

His head tucked back a few inches. “H-how about just wearing your crown?”

“That won’t cover this up very well.”

“Then how about getting a hat?”

“Good idea.” Twilight’s glare faded as she set aside her comb and spray bottle. She then made her way past her assistant to the door. “Come along, Spike. First, we find a hat; I’m sure there is one somewhere in this castle for me to borrow. Then,” she beamed brightly. “On this very day, Princess Celestia will know my true love for her!”

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WHAM!

Having eagerly thrown open the doors of the Canterlot dining room, Twilight’s eyes quickly scanned the dozens of chairs that surrounded the long table in the center of the room.

Princess Celestia was nowhere in sight.

The only other pony occupying the room was Luna. She sat at the furthest end of the table from the door with a half-full plate of pancakes and syrup in front of her. To Luna’s right was Celestia’s spot, which was only taken by an empty plate. To the left, just beyond the corner of the table, sat two full plates of the same food that emitted a delicious smell powerful enough to reach Twilight’s nose from such a great distance.

“Twilight?” Luna’s voice echoed down the room. “I understand that you are late, but there is no reason to be so brash about it.”

“The Princess, where is she?” Twilight panted, wheezed, and looked around as if she had chased a crook who had taken refuge in the immediate area.

“By ‘The Princess’, I am sure you respectfully mean my other half,” Luna said, with a wrinkled brow and slightly scrunched nose. She levitated her fork aside and kept her attention on the panicked pony. “She assumed you weren’t coming and left. Though, I know not where she went; perhaps to prepare for her speech or to even look for you. What has you seeking her so urgently? Is there danger amongst us? Perhaps we should alert the guards.”

“No, no! It’s-uh... nothing, really.” Twilight eased up on her hasteful pace as she trotted towards Luna. “You sure you don’t know which way she went? Maybe I should go find her.” Silence had fallen between the two as Luna eyed her mask of lies, clearly trying to find the truth only meant for those closest to her heart.

“If such manner is, as you say, nothing, then you should help your stomach find food. You look famished, stressed, and oddly dressed,” Luna commented, pointing at the hat upon Twilight’s head.

Twilight stopped and looked up at the dark purple hat that covered her undisciplined tuft of hair. Beyond the wide purple brim that blocked her vision was a zebra print strap around the base with an oversized feather sticking out of it; a feather large enough to likely be from a pegasus or a griffon. “Oh, pfft, this ol’ thing? It’s...” Her mouth yielded nothing but the sound of confusion pouring from it, like she was the fountain of idiocy. Dare she also speak of her recent adventure that ended up with her borrowing a hat from one of the guards? Or maybe—

“She got it from Rarity,” Spike said as he pushed his way past the door and stopped at Twilight’s side. He placed his tiny hands upon his knees and breathed deeply between each sentence. “Such a style is real fashionable this month.”

Twilight returned a grateful smile to her utmost useful assistant before looking back to Luna.

“There is a month for that kind of hat?” Luna asked, shaking her head disapprovingly. “Fashionable or not, I do not think such attire would be acceptable for the meeting with the public. I’m sure our tailors will give you something more appropriate to wear. But for now, you must eat.”

The tailors, Twilight thought as she proceeded forth with a glance off to the side. Why didn’t I think of that?

After clearing away more than half of her plate of food like she hadn’t eaten since birth, Luna’s voice drew Twilight to a sudden stop. “Twilight, I can see why you’re under a lot of stress.”

Twilight looked over, her eyes wide, and mouth full of food. “Fwut?”

“I understand. I know what you’re going through and you’re nervous, but you need to keep your composure and eventually swallow some of your food.”

Twilight almost choked on her food. She coughed several times with sealed lips before looking at Luna. “Wait, you know?”

“Indeed I do,” Luna nodded. “I’ve been exactly where you are right now.”

“Who told you?” Said Twilight as her shifting eyes looked passed the syrup drenched fork held before her.

“Who told me?” Luna returned quite the quizzical expression. “Are you serious? Look, when the time comes you just need to say what only what needs to be said.”

“Really?” Twilight tilted her head. It felt like only in her dreams could it all be that simple.

“Well, you still need to worry about posture and delivery.” As if leading by example, Luna kept her back straight, her head high, and her voice clear. “If you ever feel like you might falter, just try to imagine that you’re not being watched by a crowd.”

Without missing a beat, Twilight asked, “A crowd?”

Luna had a rather dumbfounded look as she briefly lost herself in thought. “We are talking about giving speeches, right?”

As Twilight did her best to tune out Spike’s giggling, her eyes didn’t dare waver from the princess before her. “Yeeesss.”

Luna focused her gaze on Twilight, as Twilight’s weak response clearly became a hiss of untruth. “Lies are very unbecoming, Twilight.”

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nervous laughter pushed past her forced smile as she forced herself out of her seat. “But, I’m afraid I’ve taken up too much time here!”

“You’ve been here for less than ten minutes,” Luna said with subtle intensity, clearly unwavered from her focused suspicion.

“But I got a huuuge day ahead of me,” Twilight said as she quickly backed away.

Luna tried speaking up. “But you got about—”

Twilight cut Luna short as she magically gripped Spike’s tail and pulled him along with her, forcing him to set aside the rest of his meal. “I really really need to get a head start on all the preparations.”

Luna once again ceased eating and setting aside her fork; removing any potential distraction. She then greatly lowered the tone of her voice. “Twilight.”

“I got a looong day ahead of me.” Twilight beamed as she dragged a disappointed looking Spike along with her. “So uh, goodnight-er.. day to you too, Princess Luna! Sleep well~!”

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”

Not only did the sound of a Royal Equestrian voice shake Twilight into a sudden stop, but it even shook the tile coated floor.

Twilight’s head tucked low like a terrified puppy’s as she cowered before her co-ruler, who was standing before the dining table with her chest puffed out and head held high.

“Thou shalt stop ignoring us and thou shalt explain thyself!” Luna scolded, her ears pressed against her skull. “We are not appreciative of being lied to! As your elder and Goddess of the Night, we command thee to come clean! What is the cause of this strange manner of yours? Why dost thou tell such obvious lies and blush so furiously? What sort of hidden truth could possibly be only for our sist—” Her questioning hit an abrupt end as her eyes shifted through Twilight’s presented clues.

Oh no. Twilight thought as she found herself gazing into the wide eyes of Luna, who looked to have seen an act too heinous for proper wording.

“You and… my sister?”

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“That. Was. Horrible!” Twilight fumed as she paced about a hallway hidden in the depths of the Canterlot Castle.

Spike watched her as he leaned against the wall opposite of the door that the two occasionally turned to, both expecting it to open at any moment. “Yeah, not gonna lie, Twilight. You messed that up pretty bad. I mean, the way you left Luna with that look on her face.”

“I ate like a pig, ignored, and even lied to Luna. On top of all of that, she knows my secret and now she hates me!”

“Hates you? I wouldn’t go that far. She never said such a thing at all. Come to think of it, she never really said anything to you. She just kinda gawked in silence before you left. You don’t think she had a mild stroke, do you?”

“Doubtful. But however silent she might be now, I just know she’s going to tell! The last thing I need is Celestia hearing about my feelings for her from somepony else.”

“I don’t think Luna would—”

“My hair.” Twilight turned to Spike and lifted her overly-fashionable hat. “Is it still… you know?”

“Yup.”

“Ugh!” Twilight slammed her hat back onto her head. “So far, everything has been going wrong.”

“Well I doubt anything else could—”

Twilight put a hoof to his lips. “Shh! No jinxing, Spike! Didn’t we talk about this?”

“Still sounds silly to me,” he mumbled before Twilight pulled her hoof away.

The haute librarian had a rising urge to give him half her mind before the door they waited by opened up.

“Princess Twilight Sparkle,” said a turquoise pony in a white coat, whose face was delicately coated in makeup. “We’re ready for you.”

Intensive hoof care, a relaxing mud bath, streamlined eyelash curling, precise makeup artistry, and lavish dress fitting. A highly trained team of fashion ponies briskly ran her through every detailed step of setting up her visual presentation. Somewhat familiar with the crew, Twilight had always been amazed by their focus and astute attention to detail. However, the Princess couldn’t help but feel a touch meek within their world of fashion as her suggestions and questions were always met with belittling criticisms and soft chuckles. Twilight, as well as Spike — who received almost the same amount of beauty treatment — figured it best to quietly let the bustling bunch work their cosmetic magic undisturbed.

Nearing two hours into her treatment, Twilight found herself facing the most desired treatment and the final fashionable touch: mane and tail beautification. Though the crew had been completely mystified by the sturdy tuft of hair that defied all remedies, a solution had been found: Hair curlers. If the defiant can not be beat, it can be joined by a head of decorative curly locks.

Much like her time in the mud bath, Twilight had been given yet another moment of silence and relaxation; this time, under the tender care of a light-red stallion who wielded a heated iron hair curler. Most of the other team members had left, save for the same turquoise mare from before, who oversaw the project at hoof.

The hairless Spike, like a trooper, remained several feet from Twilight’s side. Amidst his boredom, he had taken to examining the many wigs upon a nearby shelf; all of which he had been told to not touch by the softly glaring supervisor in the room.

Despite the bumps in the day’s road thus far, surprisingly, Twilight was able to breathe easy beneath their mane care. She even closed her eyes and listened to the soothing ambiance around her. She could hear ponies trotting past the door, Spike as he hummed a delightful tune, and two nearby ponies as they made occasional idle chatter that she hardly paid any true mind to.

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!”

All sweet sounds were suddenly silenced by an all-too-familiar voice calling out her name, possibly from several hallways away. The call, to Twilight’s dismay, wasn’t from benign Princess-of-the-night Luna. It was a call from an exceptionally furious Luna, who was clearly getting closer by the second. Any urge to stand tall against the much physically taller Princess of the Night had left Twilight upon the second calling.

“Where is Twilight Sparkle?!” Luna demanded.

It was clearly time to hide. Her head snapped from side to side and she looked from one of the salon ponies to the other.

“None of you ever saw me, got it?”

The two other ponies responded with awkward stares and nods, being unable to refuse an order from the hunted Princess. No response was even needed from Spike as the fearful look in his eyes told her that he was already onboard with her plan.

In a flash, Twilight vanished from sight. Before any of the three could question where she went, the front door was thrown open and Luna would ask for them.

Twilight, from her hiding spot within a storage closet, could hear that the rage-filled princess had not been answered.

“We shall repeat: We were told Twilight Sparkle is here! Where is she?”

They still didn’t answer, obviously conflicted by not knowing which princess to follow orders from. But, before such soundless ponies could arise even more suspicion, Spike answered her.

“You just missed her. Seriously, it was about thirty seconds ago that she finished up here and went to go use the bathroom.”

Twilight could hear the soft sounds of Luna stepping around the room, “If she left, then why are you still here?”

A calculative error set Twilight further on edge, but Spike’s instant answer reeled her on back.

“Because I was hoping to get my claws on one of these savvy wigs. Besides, Twilight is heading out on stage and won’t be needing my help there. I can’t argue with that. I’m much more comfortable being down with the crowd than up in the spotlight.”

“If what you say is true.” Luna stopped wandering around the room, “Then you will help us look for her, quickly now.”

“Why are you looking for her in the first place? Did she do something wrong?”

“As far as we know, she hath not, but she is plotting something sick and immoral. Thus, she must be stopped while there is still time.”

“Not sure exactly what you mean there, but alright, fine. Just follow me and we’ll find her in no time.”

Twilight listened close enough that she found the side of her head fully pressed against the door as she could hear her most faithful assistant guide the huntress out of the room.

“Sick and immoral?” thought Twilight in whispers as she eased her ear away from the door. “Luna, how could you say such a thing? This isn’t like you. What could possibly be wrong with-”

Her thoughts were derailed as her nose wrinkled in disgust.

“W-what could possibly be that smell?”

The sound of an iron haircurler hitting the floor echoed faintly. Twilight immediately spotted the dropped piece of hot metal... and the lazily drifting burnt bits of hair that trailed behind it.

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Twilight Sparkle sat upon the tiled floor and stared at the back of emerald-colored curtains that she’d have to step around within fifteen very short minutes. Her hoof slowly reached out to the slit betwixt the curtains.

Dare she peek? Dare she glance beyond the fabric to the crowd that awaited her on the other side? She could hear the noises of hundreds that have come to see her. The real her. The her that wasn’t donning a head of fake hair.

Her hoof retracted.

Twilight soon found herself staring at a clock with a look of utter disappointment. Her crown was perched upon a wig; a curly blue wig with several decorative bows tied in it and a single pink streak of hair running off to the side.

Countless doubts dwelled behind the troubled look in her eyes, but her time to overthink the situation was short. Spike’s voice drew near.

In a panic manner quite relative to her evasive reaction during her hair treatment, Twilight ended up spying from behind the door of another conveniently placed closet. Through the cracked door Twilight watched with dread, her heart brutally pounded against her ribcage as Spike walked in. As predicted, Luna was only a few steps behind.

The little assistant clearly had been yammering on, telling a lengthy story that defeated Luna’s desire to listen whilst she peered around the immediate vicinity. With the same abrasive manner as before, she questioned a few backstage workers that passed by, but none were able to give her any desirable answer.

“She should be here by now!” Luna fumed.

Spike spoke up, but was suddenly hushed.

“Spare us from more of thy distractions, deceitful dragon,” Luna growled, aiming a scorching glare at him. “Do you think us to be foolish enough to keep buying into thy ruse? On top of knowing how Twilight is a ruthlessly punctual pony, there is no conceivable reason for her to not be here right now. She is here and she is hiding.”

Stunned by her sudden deduction, Spike stammered as he struggled to keep his composure. “T-Twilight… hiding?”

Luna didn’t even break her gaze from the dragon as her horn glowed and her right fore-hoof stamped the ground with enough force to tempt the tile below it to crack.

Every single door within the section of the backstage flung open.

“Yes. Hiding.”

Comments

[Living Madness]

Well obviously imo Twilights Parents or/ and Shining needs to get involved for better or worse. Cool chapter btw like the brazenness of it all , refreshingly unique.

[Key Strix]

4562442 Unique is what I always aim for~ *Hides the first posted fan fic.*
I'm happy you enjoyed the story so far and thank you for the compliment!

[Ponysax]

More please

[Key Strix]

4562957 Despite that this is earning me my largest rate of thumb-downs on a story thus far (for reasons I don't yet know), such will not stop me from completing the second chapter. I'd hate to leave my idea for this unfinished.

[blazeofheat]

4563414
My guess is people took offense to Luna calling Twilight's plan sick and immoral.

[Key Strix]

4564959
Yeah, that's one theory of mine. Well, I hope it helps to say that I'm actually a massive supporter of gay rights. Plus, I wouldn't write stuff like that without a good idea behind it.

4564123
Gee! I wonder why, Mister Editor.

[ultra1437]

“We are talking about giving speeches, right?”

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