Between Shows: Letters from the Road

by Natedogg2006

Long Distance Pillow Talk

TWILIGHT
OHMYGOSHYOUARESOAMAZINGTHISISTHECOOLESTTHINGANYPONYHASEVERDONEFORMEOHMYGOSHILOVEYOUSOMUCH

Ok, I had to get that off my chest first.
This is so amazing Twilight. Right now I am literally face down on this squishy and perfect bedroll writing this while my back hooves are tapping excitedly on the bottom of my cart. I shouldn't even be able to write laying down in here.
This is.... I don't even think you can know how big of a deal this is. I'll try to explain, but my brain is still in a happy daze. I was getting really sick of this cart. Not that it's necessarily a bad cart, it just was not going to be what I was going to rebuild my career in. Not if I was going to have to sleep on props to expand my show. I think I might have told you that my old cart was probably the closest thing to a home I've ever had. This cart was never going to be that, until now. I can even feel your magic. It's a nice feeling, makes it just that little bit more comfortable, like you're here with me.
Thinking about it actually, that makes me think of something fun. According to my new schedule I do believe I have an extra special show coming up in a couple weeks. I think it'd be real fun to bring a certain very pretty unicorn back here. I think this place needs a proper christening.

Can't wait to get my hooves on you,
Beatrix

Beatrix sent off her letter and let out a content sigh, and then proceeded to continue to roll around her bed like an excited filly. She then heard a poof. Looking up curiously, she let out a squeal as she noticed another scroll sitting below her special candle.

Beatrix
That reaction made me roll around in my bed like an excited filly, so much so I fell off. I made it back to Ponyville and got Spike to leave me the room for the night, yet I fell so hard he tried to come check on me. Picturing you sprawled out and tapping your hooves excitedly while writing me... Oh I'm not sure I can wait to let you get your hooves on me.
Have I ever told you how adorable I think you are. You may hide it better then me, but you can be kind of a dork too. And that's kind of sexy. Although I have to wonder; you have certain dork like tendencies while we're... alone together as well. Are you sure such a small cart with such thin walls will provide the necessary privacy for what your thinking of. After all, we didn't get nearly as much alone time as we thought we would this time around. I'm still looking forward to making up for all the time together we've missed.
I think I'm getting better at flirting. You are probably the best bad influence ever.

Blushing as I'm sending this,
Twilight

Beatrix couldn't help but lick her lips as she got another scroll and her special candle back down onto the floor with her.

Twilight
I am making you kind of naughty aren't I. And I'm not too worried about noise. I've got a sexy marefriend with a big sexy brain, I'm sure she can figure something out.
It's kind of funny though too, because honestly I'm in more of a romantic mood at the moment. Right now I'm laying on my side with the scroll I'm writing on held in my magic. This might sound cheesy, but it almost makes me feel like you're laying here with me. Like we're just here talking, in the dim candle light, our noses nearly touching. If I had some liquor it'd almost be like our first night together, at least before you discovered the cognac and ended up seducing me.
Although, cognac or not, if you did want to get a little more naughty, that's not off the table.

Waggling eyebrows and waiting for your reply,
Beatrix, (and maybe a little bit of Trixie)

Beatrix (?)
So now you're trying to corrupt me further by making me the one to initiate, (and possibly by trying to get some sort of role-playing threesome going (how would that work exactly?))
And you are doing so while also asserting that I'm the one who did the seducing when I was just an innocent bookworm before I met you. Well then, I just have one thing to say to you: You should check your special storage cabinet.

Waiting
Twilight

Beatrix was very puzzled. Rolling off her bedroll, (an experience she rather enjoyed) she proceeded over to her special cabinet. She took the few things she kept in the front space out then worked the hidden mechanism. When the panel came off it revealed something she knew wasn't there the last time she'd closed it up. A curvy bottle sat inside, the amber liquid within glistening in the dim candle light.
A note was pinned to the wax sealed cap.
I bought two bottles. Come back to bed.

Beatrix Lulamoon did not feel like she was going to make much progress hauling her cart on this day. Her head hurt. Even though she'd woken up late she'd still barely slept. She was also going to have to make an extra stop to replenish her water supply after what she'd done to it when she did wake up.
And yet she smiled.

"Thanks for taking the couch last night Spike." Twilight's voice was muffled as her face was pressed against the kitchen table and didn't seem like it was going to be moving anytime soon. Spike placed another glass of water as well as a meager but well rounded plate of food before her. "And thank you for taking care of me. I'm still not so good at this part of drinking."
Spike looked away for a brief moment. When he looked back it seemed like she hadn't moved, yet the glass of water was now empty. This was not the first time it had happened. "You sure you're alright, Twilight?"
Twilight allowed her head to flop to the side. Spike finally saw the smile on her face. "I'm great Spike."