‘Can I ask why?’
Twilight sighed, sweet breath against her cheek. ‘There are many reasons.’
‘For sure,’ said Smith, ‘but give me one.’
She frowned, purple brow wrinkled in delightful concentration. ‘You...believed me,’ she said, simply.
‘Not right away.’
‘No,’ Twilight agreed, ‘but you heard me out.’ And...
‘Hey,’ she said, a moment later, her voice oddly strained, ‘can I...try something?’
And Smith thought about saying no, because why would they, they were both mares, after all, but Twilight was right there in front of her and beautiful and so she whispered ‘Yes,’ and Twilight leaned in and kissed her.