The party was in full swing. DJ Pon-3 was playing her usual electropop fare, and Pinkie was bouncing around, making sure everypony’s night was going swimmingly. And everypony’s night was going swimmingly.
Well, except Trixie’s. She sat in a corner, alone. Not many ponies had forgiven her for the whole “reign of terror” thing, and therefore avoided her.
Her plight did not go unnoticed. Pinkie had bounded away from her after a short visit, heading for Rarity. She informed Rarity of Trixie’s loneliness, and being exceedingly generous, Rarity decided to pay Trixie a little visit.
“Good evening,” she said, taking a seat across from Trixie.
Trixie’s gaze was fixed elsewhere, and it took another repetition of greeting to break her spell. “Er, hello. You aren’t here to yell at Trixie – I mean, me – are you?”
Rarity laughed softly. “Oh, heavens no. Pinkie Pie told me you were rather lonely, and that’s such a terrible thing on a night like this. So I figured, why not stop by and rid you of such loneliness?”
Trixie only mumbled something in reply.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“Trixie said nothing,” she replied, eyes darting around nervously.
“Dear, you have nothing to hide from me.” She laid a hoof on Trixie’s and smiled gently. “A secret’s a secret with Rarity.”
Trixie flushed red and gulped. After a few moments of silence, she said, “I have feelings for somepony, but… I don’t think she feels the same way.”
“Who?”
She mumbled a response again.
“Say that louder.”
“It’s Twilight Sparkle!” Trixie practically snapped those words.
Rarity was finding it hard not to laugh. Trixie was in love with her former nemesis. It was just too perfect. Like something she’d find in one of her romance novels.
“Well, have you tried... asking her?”
“No!” Trixie said in a panicked tone. “What if she said no?”
“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
“Trixie doesn’t think-”
Rarity grabbed Trixie by the lapels on her cape. “I’m trying to help you here,” she said through gritted teeth. “Now get out there and tell Twilight you like her.”
She practically threw Trixie away from the table. Trixie picked herself up, and with a irritated glance back, made her way to Twilight. She could hardly walk, she was so nervous.
Twilight was busy flipping through a book. The title on the spine was ‘Parties and How to Become Queen of Them’.
“Hello, Twilight,” Trixie said, words coming out haltingly.
“Oh. Hello, Trixie. What do you think of the party?” Twilight asked, looking up from her book with a smile.
“It’s… certainly a party.”
“That it is,” Twilight replied, smile growing bigger.
“Um…” Trixie paused, the words not coming. Twilight cocked her head at her. Looking back at rarity for encouragement, she saw the glamorous mare make a “Go on” gesture with her hooves. “Trixie… That is, I…”
“Yes?”
Oh, screw it. “Hey babe,” she started. Twilight raised an eyebrow, an incredulous expression crossing her face. “If friendship’s magic then my love for you is antediluvian sorcery.”
There was a long, utterly terrifying pause. Twilight and Trixie stared at one another. Rarity just sighed and buried her head in her hooves at Trixie’s utter inability to act properly.
“Well… I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” Twilight said. Then after another, shorter pause, she added: “Antediluvian sorcery? Wow. That’s pretty… yeah. I mean I’ve always liked you in a weird way… Not sure it’s that strong.”
Trixie’s face fell, going into full pout mode.
“But that’s not to say I don’t feel strongly towards you, Trixie. From a strictly scientific standpoint, the chemicals that control attraction are, uh, very potent when it comes to you…”
Trixie’s pout turned into a tentative smile. “Then you mean-”
“Yes, Trixie. For the benefit of my own scientific research, I will be your special somepony.”
Trixie enveloped her new marefriend in a hug. “This is the best day ever!”
“Trixie,” wheezed Twilight. “I can’t breathe.”