A First For Everything - Luna's Slumber Party

by Sonic Rainblast


Postlude

"Best, slumber party, ever!" Rainbow Dash proclaimed as she, Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack cantered their way to the town library after giving "good nights" to Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. It was indubitably agreeable that all the events they have been given this night were treasured by the six young mares as well as by the princesses of Equestria. From being bedazzled by a sunset, to being maimed by pillows, and to being (literally) starstruck by Princess Luna's incredible feat, everypony couldn't be more approving.

"Couldn't agree with ya more, Dash," Applejack concurred before playing a smirk on her face. "Though I'm still itchin' ta sock ya wit' this heapin' headrest o' mine."

"Ha! I was just about to say the same thing," Rainbow Dash complied with the playful proposition.

"Come now, you two," Rarity interrupted them. "Haven't we had enough ruffian play for one night? My mane is dying for a refreshing wash and grooming."

"Aw, yer jus' upset cuz ya couldn't git yer eyes an' hooves on their high-quality, fine-tunin' liniments."

"Hmph." The white unicorn turned up her nose before retorting. "I neither was nor am I now upset. Did I show any signs of being upset, Twilight?"

"Hmm?" Twilight Sparkle only half heard the question thanks to her contemplating of that last, unforgettable event. All that magic and aura she previously felt stirred up a conundrum she did not want to leave unattended. "Oh. Uhh, sorry. I couldn't quite tell?"

"What's grazin' in yer head now, Twilight?" Applejack leaned forward, eyeballing her suspiciously. "You should be more concerned about me gettin' yer tail back fer turnin' my hat pink, ya perp."

Twilight folded her ears in wincing at her friend's glare. She couldn’t help herself that time; it was only for humorous reasons she committed so. And besides, a dare is a dare, no matter how ludicrous it may seem. Although, deep down she had the feeling Applejack would be highly upset for magicking a possession she valued. A wave of remorse washed over the purple unicorn, only to be countered by an amused chuckle from beside her.

“Jus’ kiddin’, Twi. Nothin’ personal's between us,” she rest assured. “Ah woulda done th' same if I had some magic.”

“Oh, yeah,” Rainbow Dash grinned. “That was a good one, Twilight. You should’ve seen the look on your face when she “pinkified” your hat. Hahaha, “pinkified.”

“Quite hilarious indeed,” Rarity said, holding her giggling in with a hoof.

“Alright, alright,” the orange pony dismissed the frivolity among her friends. “We should also be concerned if our li’l troublemakers done any harm to yer library, Twi.”

Upon arriving at Twilight’s home, the young mares wondered how the rambunctious fillies and Spike spent the night. All the windows showed yellow circles, indicating that the lights were still on inside. No sounds seemed to emanate from the building. How long were they gone exactly? Twilight tried not to think of the possibilities: a dismantled interior could be waiting to shock her, her belongings or research apparatuses could be misplaced, or maybe they all were sound asleep and just forgot to turn the lights off. Her mind stayed positive.

“I told before we left, Applejack,” Twilight took lead of them, “that Spike has them under his supervision. I’m sure he took everything under control.”

“I tried to tell you as well,” Rarity furthered, “but it looks as though you still worry about them.”

“Oh yeah? Well let’s jus’ see how much collateral damage them fillies done.”

Twilight rolled her eyes as the doorknob glowed pink. “For the last time, I’m sure they have done nothing–––“

And there goes my positive thoughts.

Four pairs of wide eyes met the sight of countless books littering the floor and hanging off of tables; several of them rendered the stairs a considerable hazard. Every deficient bookshelf was an eyesore compared to the widespread mess upon them. To add to that, various cookies (broken, eaten, or whole) were part of the concoction. Even the kitchen and Twilight's loft fell victim to this virus-like catastrophe. Nothing could provoke a librarian more than seeing such a calamity (unless it was Reshelving Day).

". . . wrong," Twilight finished in an utter after scanning the extent. Part of her waited for Applejack to point at her face with a big "Ah told ya so!"; instead, a crash! awoke everypony from their fazed state along with a frustrated voice.

"I said get back here!" The command came from Spike as a gray pegasus flew out the kitchen with an object she protectively held.

"No! I need it for my muffin!" the mare refused.

"Ditzy!?"

The situation wasn't the only thing way out of order now. Why was Ditzy Doo here? And why was she flying around with . . .

"My telescope!" Twilight exclaimed. Indeed, the mail pegasus had her three-ringed telescope, and apparently Spike was trying to take it away from her. Despite a sea of questions flooding their heads, the four knew things had to be settled down first. Twilight certainly wasted no time and chased the flying pegasus.

"What in th' hay is she doin' here?" Applejack asked Spike who was catching his breath.

Spike panted as he answered. "I don't know. Applebloom found her hiding under Twilight's bed for some reason, with her telescope. She wouldn't give it up; she kept saying she needed it for her muffin. So now," he jumped to grabbed Ditzy but failed, "we're trying to get her to come down!"

"Aha!" Rainbow Dash flew straight at the thieving pegasus. Ditzy surprisingly acted fast and shifted left for Rainbow to smash into a bookshelf, causing more books to add to the clutter. Applejack and Twilight jumped as high as they could below Ditzy; unfortunately, she was just too out of reach. As for Rarity, well, let's just say her obsessive compulsory disorder kicked in while trying not to step on any cookies.

'Give me my telescope!" Twilight demanded, glaring at the mailmare who situated herself on a high bookshelf.

"No! Mine! I need it to make dreams come true!" she refused again before dodging another attack from Rainbow Dash.

The nonsense was rejected as Twilight was about to take it by magical force, but then a trio of voices threw her off thought, a loud declaration that foretold more unnecessary disasters.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS PEGASI LASSOERS!"

Out from the kitchen came the three determined fillies, all holding a piece of a lasso in their mouths. Their stances and smiles radiated the energy and obstinacy that will have them bring down that pegasus in no time, all the while throwing more damage upon everything.

"What!?" Rainbow Dash, still connected to a wall, clearly did not favor what she just heard.

"Here they go again," Applejack groaned.

"Don't worry, Twilight. We'll git 'er down lickety split," Applebloom ensured.

"The Cutie Mark Crusaders are on it," Scootaloo cosigned the promise. The yellow filly gave the loop a number of good whirls before launching it at Ditzy Doo. Fortunately, she didn't see it coming, and the lasso caught her in its grasp.

"We got her, we got her!" Sweetie Belle happily exclaimed, carelessly letting go of the rope. As always with their triumphs, disappointment was right around the corner. Ditzy, eyes crossed and lips curled in, merely took flight again, her wings unrestricted from the lasso.

"W-wooooaah!" Applebloom and Scootaloo were swept up and away, dangling from their teeth. The clumsy pegasus didn't even seem to notice the luckless fillies below her; it must be a very special reason she wanted Twilight's instrument of astronomy so badly.

"Oh, no ya don't!" Applejack hurried to grab the end of the lasso, and she brought Applebloom and Scootaloo to safety. Together, the three (but mostly Applejack) pulled hard, stopping the mailmare in her aimless flight. What they didn't expect, however, was for her to fall straight down and land on Rarity, disrupting her telekinetic book placing.

"Aaaah!" she gasped as she felt weight on her withers. "Get off of me this instant, you careless culprit!"

The telescope remained intact, while Ditzy's mind went into more of a scramble. She flew off of the white unicorn as three mares and three fillies approached, forcing her into a corner.

"No! Back! Stay back!" she hissed, stroking her object of desire as though it was a precious pet. "Without it, I can't make the stars bigger for my muffin to see!"

Twilight sighed in the back of her mind. As much as she wanted to zip her mouth shut and just take back what was hers, reasoning was the best method of ceasing this problem. She just had to cope with the irrationality streaming from the gray pegasus. Nothing to it.

"Okay, Ditzy," Twilight began. "We all see you want to use my telescope. To see the stars in the sky, right?"

Ditzy nodded promptly. "Uh-huh! And the big cheese!"

"The big cheese?" she deadpanned.

Yeah. Nothing to it all right.

"I think she means the moon, Twilight," Rainbow Dash clarified. "You know, like every filly believes that the moon is made of cheese."

"It's not?" three surprised voices asked along with frowns, raising silence among everypony.

Right. A grown mare with the mind of a delinquent.

Twilight facehoofed before continuing. "Okay. So you want to see the stars and the moon."

"Not for me, for my muffin," Ditzy corrected, turning her strokes into caresses.

I swear if she kisses it. Why can't she buy her own darn telescope!?

"You mean Dinky?" Scootaloo stepped in to solve the confusion.

"Yes! My sweet, little muffin has always wanted to see each and every sparkle. That's where her wishes are! And if she sees them, she'll become Supermare!"

Before Twilight could impulse on the ridiculousness, more light was shed by Sweetie Belle.

"Oh! You mean those new, cool-looking capes? I've always wanted one, too, but Rarity keeps saying no."

"Because a cape can not give you superpowers," Rarity finally made herself focused on the matter at hoof. "That's just silly. All a cape is good for is to show off the style and appearance of that superhero, or superheroine in this case."

"And this case is pretty much solved," Twilight said as she walked forward to a disheleved Ditzy. Putting her frustration out of mind, she told in a calm voice. "Ditzy, all you had to do was ask Spike, and we wouldn't end up in such a huge mess. Now, despite everything, I'll let you borrow my telescope for tomorrow night. And only tomorrow night. Okay?"

"Yes sir, private Sparkle!" Ditzy blurted with a serious look and a hoof salute. Whatever clicked in her convoluted consciousness had her understand well enough. Among a few chuckles from Rainbow Dash, a sigh from Twilight portrayed her relief of this nonsense.

Twilight further proved it with a smile. "Thank you, Ditzy. I hope you and Dinky will have fun stargazing and wishing and whatever else."

The gray pegasus reflected Twilight's content with her signature visage: wayward pupils and a goofy smile.

"Alright. Ah think it's time fer all of us ta really hit th' hay," Applejack said with a puntcual yawn. "Let's git home, li'l sis."

"Say good night to your friends, Sweetie Belle," Rarity chirped.

"G'night ya'll. Be ready fer tomorrow's adventure," Applebloom reminded, sharing the flame of hope among her comrades.

"We will! And good night," Sweetie Belle returned the favor.

Pegasi lassoers, Rainbow Dash snorted. Of all the crazy group names they come up with. I'm pretty sure no pony has a talent of roping up pegasi. Who does that anyway?

An answer matched her rhetorical question: Rainbow felt something grab her rainbow tail and a small tug. She turned to see the lasso tight around her tail and a certain Rainbow Dash fanatic who had done it.

"Gotcha!" Scootaloo exclaimed, giving off a rather freaky grin. Of course, the cyan pegasus did not appreciate it, but all she did was shrug.

Eh. Should've seen that coming.

"C'mon, kid," Rainbow rolled her eyes, while the orange filly jumped in glee from behind. Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash all exchanged their "good nights" as they left, and the violet unicorn was reunited with the peacefulness and cleanliness of her library. Spike had thrown away the rest of the discarded cookies after Rarity's hasty but thoughtful clean-up.

"Whew. What a night." Twilight slowly walked to her loft; her body couldn't wait to get some snooze. Through Luna's slumber party and this unexpected predicament, rest was all she could think about. She knew she will arise late in the morning, but right now, it wasn't even remotely concerned.

"You said it," Spike agreed, stretching his limbs and a yawn to complement. "I bet you girls had tons of fun at the royal castle, huh?"

"We sure did, but I'll tell you all about it in the morning." A yawn escaped Twilight as she went up the stairs, seeing her private quarters back in order. She silently thanked Rarity and her urge for neatness before flopping onto her indigo comforter, not bothering to even lift it up and over. Lights off and calmness set, the somnolent unicorn breathed relaxingly. Her half-lidded eyes took in a final view of the starry canvas. A thin waning crescent was what appeared outside her window. Her sideways glancing made it look as though it was a bright, white smile.

You’re welcome, Princess Luna.

A feeling of satisfaction joined Twilight as she turned to her left away from the window, feeling the warmth and coziness of her life-size gray and yellow pony plushie.

Wait . . . I don’t have a plushie. And this feels . . . real.

Awakening from her repose, the violet unicorn did in fact see a figure in front of her despite the dark, gray and yellow. It blinked once, showing two golden, unaligned pupils.

“AAAAAAH!!” Twilight flailed her arms in panic and fell to the floor with a thump! Just when she was about to go to sleep! Recovering, she quickly turned the lights off with her magic, exposing Ditzy Doo on her bed, blushing and smiling apologetically. She thought she had left! She thought she finally pacified her stubbornness and let her have the telescope!

Why? Just why?

“Ditzy! You scared me!” she growled, anger replacing the sleepiness in her eyes. “What do you possibly want now!?”

“Do you have the x plus y equals z manual for this?”

A manual? A manual!? I got scared out of my fur for a manual!? It’s not rocket science! You just look through the stupid . . . you know what? Forget it. Time for caffeine to work its magic.






This is perfect.

The morning after the best slumber party ever had arrived. Although the sun reanimated the livelihood of Equestria, it was quiet–––too quiet–––and calm in the sanctuary of the royal castle. The presence of an indigo alicorn, however, was probable to changing that. Strangely, the presence of a wine glass containing a dark red liquid floating beside her was also going to stir up something.

After her slumber party, Princess Luna had formulated the perfect plan for getting revenge on her sister, Princess Celestia. Every single blunder that happened during the party was related to her and her mischievous side. Yes, it was all just for fun and laughs, but Luna embraced the need to get her back tenfold. Just like Celestia’s antics, Luna’s prank had the same levity. The drink she possessed looked as if it was some type of rich and indulgent wine most fancy folks would have conversations over. However, it looked as if it was a fancy beverage. In actuality, it was hot sauce. Luna had masked the appearance and smell of the liquid with her magic, and now she was heading to Celestia’s bedroom to give it as a peace offering, sporting a malicious grin on the way.

Get ready for retaliation, my dear Celly. Even your own sister has some tricks up her sleeves, if I wore some. But nonetheless! You shall be shocked to taste spiciness instead of sweetness, and you and your tongue shall beg for mercy before me. I shall be redeemed! Mwahahahaha!

At last she made it to the sun princess’ dorm; two royal guard pegasi stood like stonewalls, flanking both sides of the scarlet door.

As usual, Luna rolled her eyes, but this posed no hindrance at all. Due to her position as princess of the night, authority was on her side. She can cast them off without lifting a hoof, and they wouldn't dare to neither hesitate nor object. All she had to do was make herself present and they'll obey.

Nothing shall stand in my way!

Luna stood before the two stallions, and they responded by shifting away from the doorway. The alicorn nodded at their conformity before proceeding to quietly open the door, splitting the sun insignia that adorned it in half.

There was her target: sleeping ever so peacefully under the bright and rarefied atmosphere of her private quarters. Luna nearly squinted; she was so used to the indigo color of her room. All of this contrast hurt her eyes. Even the walls seemed to be alive with luster, and the alpine windows–––they were taller than her room’s–––seemed to enhance the brightness. Nevertheless, she had to admit being in Celestia’s bedchamber felt more refreshing than a warm shower. Everything, including Celestia’s flowing mane, was replete with vivacity. Such a lovely interior would induce coveting to even the most discerning of room interior specialists. A balcony would be a great feature for . . .

Ugh! What am I thinking? Stop praising her room. Your mindset is revenge. The object is sleeping like a filly, so this is your advantage. Just offer her the drink and watch her suffer from the fiery sting on this condiment cloaked as wine. And then I can enjoy my triumph with some vanilla ice cream.

Soundproofing the clops of her hoofsteps, Luna approached her serene sister along with the object of farce. She became inches away from contact, picking up her breathing pattern. For some bizarre reason, a tiny part of her wanted to go against the plan and just drench the stuff on her pretty head, giving her a hilarious wake up call. But that would be too cruel, and she would besmirch Celestia's white coat and bedspread.

Only a gentle wakening should do about.

Silently placing the glass on a dresser, the indigo alicorn went forward with a favorable way to wake a pony up: a smooth, heart-melting nuzzle.

"Rise and shine, Celly." Luna brushed her snout against the white alicorn's right cheek, awakening her from light slumber. Celestia's visible eye slowly opened, her amethyst pupil looking around before finding a dark blue image beside her.

"Luna?" she spoke unfalteringly. "Why did you wake me up?"

Luna put on her biggest, most innocent smile. "Oh, only so I could give this Zinfandel to you for a good start of your morning and as a token of appreciation."

Celestia rubbed one of her eyes, taking scrutiny at the wine in Luna's telekinetic grasp again. "Appreciation? For what exactly?"

She bought my impression. Excellent.

"If you had not mentioned that I lack the attributes of being sociable, none of last night would have happened. Such a fun slumber party it turned out to be!"

"Yes, it was very enjoyable, especially with the falling stars," Celestia pointed out. "I knew you had potential just waiting to burst."

"And it had. So as I said," Luna brought the drink closer, "here is my gift for your support. I'm sure you're familiar with this type of wine, correct?"

The white alicorn took control of the glass, sending her kind sister a pleased expression. Not everypony would be offered dark red wine in the morning as a thank you. This was something she neither could resist nor refuse. Swirling the content a little, Celestia was happy to accept it.

"Ah, Zinfandel. My favorite kind of red wine. I'm surprised you remembered from all those years."

"It was either that or Merlot. I wasn't sure, but I do recall with falling in love with one of them over a serving of Crespelle alla Fiorentina stuffed pasta."

"Very true," Celestia giggled. "And thank you for this lovely drink. I'm sure this will freshen my morning."

"You're most welcome, and it will."

It most certainly will. Now drink it!

Celestia slowly brought it to her parted lips. Luna practically couldn't contain herself; just a few more inches, and she would be in for quite a shock. Her grin was reaching new boundaries, until her sister paused.

"Oh, I know."

No! What now!?

"Yes, sister?"

"How about we have a toast? Here." Her horn sparkled and glowed as she took a wine bottle and a wine glass from atop her dresser.

Strange. I didn't notice that when I entered her room, Luna thought while watching the crimson liquid fill the glass. Ah, well. As long as she has the hot sauce one. More victory for me.

"To us," Celestia proposed.

"To us," Luna complied, clinking their glasses together. With that, the alicorns sipped half of the Zinfandel down.

Yes! She's drinking it. Now she shall . . .

Luna stopped drinking, for her eyes bulged and watered and her cheeks grew fiery red. Instead of a tart flavor, she tasted hot zestiness. It was obvious what she had just drink. The only question is . . .

How!?

"Is there a . . . problem, dear sister?"

Luna clearly couldn't speak. Her entire mouth was on fire as beads of sweat trickled forth. Her resistance couldn't take it anymore. Jets of smoke rang out from her nostrils, sounding as a mid-pitch train whistle. She jumped up and dashed to the kitchen in a blur. She then rushed the fridgerator open, took the pitcher of water, and hastily guzzled it down. She ended up swallowing over half the cooling liquid, but the intensity gradually diminished. Heavy breaths showed how unbearable that palatable pain was, and how beyond confounded she was.

How in my aggravating sister's name did that come to be? I know I gave the fake one to her. What I drank was from the wine bottle. Unless she–––

"Gotcha."

"Gaaah!" Celestia jolted Luna's thought reviewing, causing the pitcher to tip and to spill the rest of the water on herself. Tongue burnt and now body soaked, the indigo alicorn simply sat there, letting hot and cold adjoin her in her folly.

"There were two things wrong with your scheme," Celestia skipped to the facts. "One, I sensed your presence when you used magic to carry the drink. And two, Zinfandel isn't my favorite red wine; it's Merlot. But cheer up, Luna. One day, you will get me where I least expect it."

Which you highly doubt.

"Yes, which I highly doubt. You better dry yourself and clean up. We have a big day ahead of us.” And with that, Celestia walked off, leaving a wide-eyed, wet, and beyond confounded indigo alicorn.

Did she just . . . how did she . . . you know what? Forget it. Where’s my vanilla ice cream?