Alone in her private chamber, Celestia paced, her gold-shod hooves making small ringing peals as they tapped the marble floor. Her brow was furrowed, her head bent as if the crown on it weighed her down as much as did her thoughts. Her eyes moved as if she was dreaming, flicking back and forth but seeing nothing within the room itself, and her mouth was open slightly as she panted unknowingly, her flanks heaving.
While she had managed to keep her usual air of serenity in her daily appearances, in her secret heart she was afraid. The shadows left on her spirit by that dream of fearful teeth and piercing blue eyes lingered, and more and more she had come to believe that it was not simply her fevered imagination, but a vision: one that brought more fear to her heart than she had felt in a very long time.
Celestia reached the end of her path and started to turn to measure out the length of the room once more. She stopped as her eyes finally focused on something other than the thoughts running through her mind: a sliver of shining moon cutting through the night sky to illumine her balcony doors. Feeling as if her sister had deliberately pulled her from her near stupor, her frown eased and she smiled slightly.
Inspired by the light that shone over Canterlot and all of Equestria, the Sun Princess pondered for a long moment, then nodded to herself and stepped toward the balcony, her magic opening the doors as she approached. She stood in the night air, smiling up at the moon, and took a long, deep breath as she closed her eyes, ready to get answers direct from the source. Seeing the one she had adored so long ago would be hard, but it would answer so many questions.
Sights and sounds from all around her sprang up to Celestia’s senses as she stretched them out over the land. The spell she called on was old and quiet and powerful, and her smile widened as she called up a fond memory of the alicorn who had invented it. A few breaths later, her immediate surroundings faded from her perception, and as her horn flared bright gold she murmured into the soft night wind, Show me... the one I seek. Show me my love.
In her mind’s eye Celestia flew through a swirling gold fog, feeling the magic take hold as it guided her spirit to its destination. Her heart fluttered with emotions she had thought long faded, and as she felt herself getting closer her breath came fast and hot.
The mist started to clear, and she waited with ill-concealed impatience to behold her heart’s desire. At last she could see the outline of an alicorn, laying still and sound asleep. As she drew near, mind and heart nearly singing, she realized it was not who she expected...
...it was Twilight Sparkle.
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Fluttershy trotted down the corridor, but it seemed like she had been doing that for many hours now. It wasn’t dark or scary or anything, just grey and... endless. Her way was lit by torches, and they all looked alike. There were no flaws in the arches overhead or even marks in the floor; every step was just like the last.
After what seemed like an eternity of monotonous, echoing hoofsteps there was a shift, and a light appeared at the end of the corridor. The sound of voices soon followed, though Fluttershy could not make out what they were saying. She picked up her pace, but at first it seemed like she still wasn’t making any progress. In frustration she sped her canter into a gallop. As soon as she did, however, she felt like she had been fired through the corridor by a slingshot, tossed into the white light....
Fluttershy stumbled into a large, brightly lit room. “Darling, how good of you to join us!” said Rarity from her couch at the far end - the very same couch she would summon from nowhere in times of distress. She was lounging in her favorite robe, receiving a hooficure from Discord and Nightmare Moon. To her right, Celestia and Rainbow sat in stern poses, saluting each other while emotionlessly chanting “Sunshine sunshine, ladybugs awake...” To her left, Applejack and Pinkie Pie were hanging apples on a Hearth’s Warming Eve tree, and Fluttershy was disturbed to see that some of those apples were shaped like Angel’s head.
The strangest sight was at the center of the room. Twilight Sparkle was sprawled atop a round table, her hindquarters in the air as Cadance nuzzled into her nether regions, while she was busy working on a checklist with her magic. “Come on Fluttershy,” said Twilight, “you’re not having any fun at all. You need to hurry; the guest of honor is getting impatient.”
In the back, Rarity stood up, pulling the robe off and tossing it into Nightmare Moon’s face. She started sauntering slowly across the room, but in the blink of an eye she was on the other side, her muzzle right in front of Fluttershy’s as she leaned in--
Fluttershy bolted upright in her bed, flinging the covers off her in a panicked state. She was drenched with sweat. Realizing where she was, Fluttershy sighed and rubbed her eyes with both hooves as she got her breath back. She stopped when her nose twitched at the scent of cooking. Gathering up what energy she could, she got out of bed and tossed on a bathrobe.
Yawning, she entered the kitchen to find a variety of plates and pans being levitated. “Sorry if I woke you, Fluttershy!” called Amber, walking over to the dining table where a meal was being magically assembled. “I hope you like blueberry pancakes and maple syrup. I went into town earlier and restocked everything, my treat!”
Fluttershy yawned again, joining Amber at the table. “I thought you didn’t want anypony to know you were here.”
“They don’t. Anypony who saw me saw a unicorn with spectacles and a poorly kept mane.” Amber smiled to herself. “When I was a young mare, my mane was like that.” She poured the syrup generously and dug into her pancakes. Fluttershy sat down at the table and started to eat, but found her movements sluggish. Between her haunted eyes and bedraggled look, Amber found the reason for Fluttershy’s distraction all too apparent.
“Bad dream, sweetie?”
Fluttershy froze, then assaulted her pancakes with more vigor. “It’s nothing.”
Amber chuckled. “After spending the last week with you I must admit I hoped you’d feel more comfortable talking with me. But everypony has the right to their own privacy.” She picked up a healthy forkful of her own stack and bit into it. “Mmm! There is nothing quite like pancakes in the morning, you know?”
Fluttershy grimaced and raised her head to face Amber. “Amber, I... uh, there is....”
“Yes?” Amber said with a look of concern.
“There’s something I... oh just forget it!” Fluttershy jumped up and bounded away from the table back towards her room, only for Amber to teleport right in front of her and stop her with a firm hoof on her shoulder.
“Hey hey hey! If there’s something to say, say it!” Amber lifted Fluttershy’s chin to look into her eyes with a stern yet sympathetic expression. It reminded Fluttershy of Celestia, and that thought startled her, though she didn’t know why. “Don’t bottle it up, you’ll just feel worse,” Amber continued. “You can tell me anything, okay?”
Fluttershy’s lip quivered, and out came everything: Her feelings for Rarity, how she had been alone aside since her one fling with Rainbow Dash, Rarity being straight, and their role as Elements. Amber stood there through the entire thing, her face a perfect mask of patience, until the story was complete. When Fluttershy was finished, she let out a long sigh.
“I am so glad you told me everything, Fluttershy,” Amber said with a warm smile. “There is no reason why you need suffer any longer. Thing is, you have nothing to worry about.”
“But I have everything to worry about!” the yellow mare wailed, then looked down at the floor. “Rarity will never love me.”
Amber gave her an incredulous smirk. “My dear, have you forgotten who’s been living with you for the past week? My spells have solved FAR worse, and I’m sure they still can.”
“Your spells....” Fluttershy murmured, realizing that she had overlooked the possibility. But as soon as the idea started to take root in her mind, she blurted out, “Oh no. No! I’m... I’m really sorry, but we can’t. I can’t!”
“Why not?”
“I... I can’t just force Rarity to love me! It would be robbing her of her free will!”
Amber’s laughter filled the house, and she tossed her mane insouciantly. “Oh Fluttershy my dear,” she chuckled, “I’m not going to make Rarity love you! All I’d be doing is bringing out her suppressed attraction to mares and driving up her libido. She’ll be horny and ready, which is all you need! Love is something that can come later, with time!”
Fluttershy frowned. “But... you’d still be controlling her! You’d be giving her feelings she normally doesn’t have.”
Amber gently stroked Fluttershy’s cheek with her hoof. “I think there’s a lot you haven’t been told, sweetie. Let’s talk about libido, shall we? Did you know that a mare’s libido is synced with the position of the moon?”
Fluttershy blinked. “I... no, I didn’t!”
“And who controls the position of the moon?”
“...Princess Luna?”
“Correct! And likewise, the sun has certain effects on stallions, though not with quite the same intensity of effect. I don’t need to ask you who controls that now, do I?” Amber dropped her hoof from Fluttershy’s cheek and returned to the table. “The point is, Fluttershy, the existence of free will has never really been proven by ponykind, but the power of certain beings like the Royal Sisters has. If they have that much influence and use it, and you can bet that they do, does my nudging Rarity for you - just this once - really compare with what they most certainly do regularly?” She took another bite of pancake. “We should really finish these, they’re getting cold.”
Fluttershy slowly returned to the table, more confused than she had ever been in her life. “But... if you change her like that... is she still going to be the same Rarity?”
Amber smiled. “I’m glad you’re asking such good questions,” she said. “Not everypony who has accepted my services really understood what they were asking for. To answer your question, yes. All I’d actually be doing is making a few chemical adjustments inside her body that govern her base desires, which will be entirely temporary by the way. If you two bond, the sexual preference would become permanent, but her drive will return to its natural state no matter what.
“And!” she proclaimed triumphantly, her eyes shining. “And, if for whatever reason this becomes problematic, I have a whole slew of counterspells and workarounds for every situation imaginable! Trust me, when I first changed my own desires, I was so paranoid that I would be stuck lusting for stallions that I set ten different conditionals to guarantee I would return to normal.” She blushed as she added, “Admittedly, I’ve used many hundreds of spells on myself over the years, to the point where I now have no actual preference, but that’s a rather extreme example! All you need is two interlinked spells--”
Fluttershy had grown less agitated as Amber spoke, but she still frowned as she weighed the possibilities. She pondered her loneliness, her own long-suppressed needs, and the shining hope she held of finally realizing her dreams of Rarity. Taking a deep breath, she set all four hooves on the floor, her frown shifting to a look of determination. “Okay,” she said firmly, striving to quell her last fears, “I’ll... I’ll do it. That is,” she continued carefully, “...if you’ll help out.”
Amber smiled warmly again. “Are you kidding me?” she said with a laugh. “You’ve hosted me without any complaints, provided wonderful conversation, introduced me to all the cute critters in the Everfree, and made it possible for me to have PANCAKES! Of course I’m going to help you!”
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Many ponies were out enjoying the beautiful weather as Fluttershy approached the Carousel Boutique. She found herself wondering just how she had managed to put herself in such an odd situation. It took an enormous amount of willpower for her to keep putting one hoof in front of the other, especially as she felt like every step was being watched. That effort, combined with trying to look like she was just having a normally anxious day, was starting to wear on her.
At last she stood before the gaily painted door, her sides heaving with the long, deep breaths she took as she slowly calmed herself. This was a chance to realize her dreams, just as Amber had promised, and Fluttershy had come to trust Amber Dawn in spite of her eccentricities. The instructions she had received, which more or less boiled down to “relax, be yourself, and be open to her advances”, were simple enough that she really could stop worrying. Any second now.
Shaking her head at her own silliness, Fluttershy gulped, blew her breath out her nose, and finally raised her hoof to knock at the boutique’s door. A distant but clear invitation to enter drifted through it, so she pushed through, planting a smile on her face as the door swung shut behind her.
Rarity seemed to float into the reception area, the smile on her face and the pink flush on her cheeks suggesting that she had not, perhaps, been engaged in dressmaking in her workshop, though the flattering blue gown, which of course complemented her mane perfectly, was unruffled.
“Welcome, welcome to my shop! I’m so glad you could... Fluttershy!” the white unicorn gushed, her smile now far more genuine. She dropped most of her professional facade and trotted close to Fluttershy, her eyes sparkling. The pegasus tilted her head slightly as Rarity suddenly stopped, one hoof raised, and sniffed the air.
“Darling, what is that scent you’re wearing? It’s...” she took a long, deep breath, obviously savoring the aroma. “It’s... simply divine!”
Fluttershy blinked slowly, a confused look on her face. “I... it’s... nothing special,” she murmured, fearing that one of her animals had marked her; was she becoming too accustomed to that?
Stepping closer, Rarity’s pupils dilated as she took in more of the delicious perfume. A shiver ran through her, leaving a rather startled expression on her face, but one more sniff and she suddenly smiled in a way that reminded Fluttershy of a hunting cat who had just spotted dinner.
“Oh, but of course you must come in and have... some tea with me,” Rarity said in a breathy rush as she stepped past Fluttershy, brushing gently against her in what could well have been accidental contact. She turned the Open sign to Closed and locked the door before turning back with an inviting look in her eyes. “Nothing like taking some quality time with one’s friends!”
Fluttershy blushed at the touch of Rarity’s coat against hers, her wings rustling. “Well, if... if it’s not too much trouble,” she managed. “I wouldn’t want your business to suffer...”
Rarity laughed, waving away all worries with an unconcerned hoof. “Nonsense, my dear, you know I adore your company! Now please, come have a drink with me and we’ll catch up for a while. It’s been so long since we had time together!”
Brushing against Fluttershy again as she began to lead the way to the kitchen, Rarity suddenly paused with her head near the pegasus’ wings. She took another slow, deep breath, then gasped, startling Fluttershy slightly.
“That scent... it’s... it’s you!” she breathed in a quiet voice full of awe.
“It’s... m... me? I... what?” Fluttershy stammered.
Rarity leaned close to Fluttershy, her nose a few scant inches from her wing. She moved her head along the soft yellow shoulder, inhaling her musk, her pupils huge behind half-lidded eyes, her warm breath cascading over the yellow coat as she exhaled.
That warm gust alone almost made Fluttershy moan aloud. It was so close to the touch she had been longing for that only her native caution kept her standing upright as her legs started to quake. She forced herself to respond, though it came out as little more than a breathy squeak. “Rarity... that’s... are you okay?”
Opening her eyes, Rarity looked directly into Fluttershy’s deep blue gaze. “My dear, I feel as though I have awakened from a long sleep and found you at my side, welcoming me like the rising sun. I am well past ‘okay’ and drifting quickly into fabulous!”
Rarity gently nuzzled Fluttershy’s ear as she crooned, “...and it’s because of you!”
Heat spread out from the deep blush on Fluttershy’s face and across her body like a brushfire, leaving her wings half-open and her tail twitching above a part of her that was now even more enticingly scented. The warmth and passion in Rarity’s words excited her even as it calmed her fears, and her eyes slowly closed as the unicorn breathed gently in her ear.
“I can’t believe it took me so long to see,” Rarity whispered as she slowly traced her way down Fluttershy’s ear with her lips. “How beautiful you are, how precious, how... desirable.” As the last word flowed out, Rarity’s soft mouth finally found Fluttershy’s, and though they barely touched, the passion in that simple kiss nearly made the pegasus collapse to the floor.
“Rarity, please... I...” Fluttershy quavered, overwhelmed with the suddenness and power of what Rarity’s touch did to her. It was frightening and alluring all at once, and though she wanted nothing more than for the unicorn to keep touching her, she also felt like bolting for a window.
“Yes, yes, oh my sweet pegasus!” Rarity spoke against Fluttershy’s mouth, her tentative touch growing more urgent as the mare’s gentle begging stoked the desire coursing through her. She leaned in, kissing her hard, her tongue stroking her lips before slipping in to dance with Fluttershy’s.
The delicious and insistent pressure of Rarity’s kiss shot straight through to Fluttershy’s groin, and she finally let herself moan in response as she opened her mouth to let the unicorn claim it. She felt Rarity pushing against her and gave ground, allowing herself to be led by the other mare’s passion. As she felt one hoof come up to stroke her mane, though, she hesitated once more, breaking the kiss for a breathless question.
“R... Rarity? Should we... do this right here in the entryway?”
A brief look of shock passed over Rarity’s face as she gasped into a suddenly raised hoof. “You are so right!” she said in a hushed voice. “Smart and lovely! You’re perfect,” she said with a little giggle as she nudged the pegasus toward the almost hidden door of her bedroom.
Again Fluttershy let herself be moved as Rarity herded her off the boutique floor. She was used to feeling powerless in the face of those stronger than her, but somehow it felt comfortable to offer this mare - about whom she had fantasized more than any other - what little strength she had. And it feels oh, so good to be wanted! she thought with a happy sigh.
As the door closed behind them, Rarity lit a lamp with her magic, then turned back to Fluttershy and smiled as she gave her a thorough once-over. She took a deep breath, then let it out as she slipped off her gown using just the glow of her horn, her eyes locked on Fluttershy’s.
“I don’t know what I was thinking, putting dresses on you,” Rarity breathed, her eyes still roaming over Fluttershy’s body. “You are so lovely just as you are that I can’t help but join you au naturel.” The gown shed, Rarity left it in a pile on the floor as she pranced up to Fluttershy and kissed her wantonly, pressing her back toward the bed.
Fluttershy was becoming more comfortable with being led, her lingering fears fading further as Rarity pushed past them with warm, wet kisses and nudges with muzzle and shoulder. She felt the unicorn’s tongue advancing between her lips again and opened to it, moaning as its insistence sent electric shudders through her. As she continued to give ground her rump came up against the bed, and without breaking their kiss she flowed onto it, her wings flaring out for balance.
Her breath flowing hotly over yellow cheeks, Rarity climbed onto the bed to stand over Fluttershy, their lips and tongues still locked in sensuous struggle. She raised her head, her sides heaving as she took a breath.
“Oh, Fluttershy,” Rarity cooed between soft kisses on her quarry’s cheek, her ear, her neck. “I’m so glad you came to me. I... I’ve been thinking about you all day, it seems.” She flicked her tongue out to taste Fluttershy’s skin beneath her coat, a low moan coming from her as she reveled in sweetness.
Fluttershy could hardly find her breath as Rarity coaxed fire to her skin with every touch. She laid her head back, exposing her throat, her wings spread out on the bed beneath her. Her hips moved in response to the mouth on her skin, and her hind legs slid against Rarity’s in a helpless dance of desire.
Purring at the gift offered to her, Rarity took it gladly, running her tongue along Fluttershy’s throat, then kissing her way back down and onto her chest. She slid a hoof out to the side to stroke along one yellow wing and was rewarded with a shocked groan from the pegasus. As Fluttershy shivered beneath her she kissed her way further down, exploring the yellow chest and belly with long, slow licks.
Lingering over Fluttershy’s nipples, Rarity reveled in the sharp gasps from Fluttershy each time she tasted them. “You are just so beautiful,” she breathed against Fluttershy’s skin as she kissed her way down to the very top of her mound.
Fluttershy, nearly lost in a haze of arousal, could feel the wetness growing between her thighs, and as Rarity’s mouth caressed her mound she cried out, pressing herself up against Rarity’s face. She blindly reached for Rarity with one hoof, sighing happily as the purple mane trailed over her skin like strands of silk.
Finally poised to pleasure the pegasus, Rarity paused to look at the damp folds that begged for her touch. She happily murmured, “Looks as lovely as I expected,” as she lowered her head, giving it a long, slow lick from base to nub. Fluttershy shook hard as that nub rolled under Rarity’s tongue, her legs spreading further to urge her on.
As Fluttershy’s pleasure grew, Rarity reveled in the sweet taste of her, closing her eyes as she explored every fold. With hooves and tongue that grew more confident as she experimented, she found the best places to stroke and nibble and lick. Every time Fluttershy cried out or shuddered she smiled, later returning to those same spots to coax yet another lovely sound from her.
Her wings growing taut as her pleasure built, Fluttershy let her head and forehooves fall back, her pink mane tangling as she thrashed under the unicorn’s ministrations. Rarity’s tongue flicked over her bud once more, and the bright light building behind her tightly shut eyes nearly burst.
“R... Rarity,” Fluttershy cried, barely able to speak through her gasps. “I... I love you, Rarity!”
The unicorn paused, her tongue stilled as she absorbed Fluttershy’s words. Then the flavor on that tongue flooded back into her mind and she smiled and whispered “Thank you, my lovely,” as she returned to lapping, wanting to hear the pegasus cry out again.
Fluttershy writhed beneath Rarity, driving her hips up to press herself against the unicorn’s eager tongue. She arched her back as Rarity slid one soft hoof over her slit just as she sucked her bud into her mouth, her tongue dancing over it. Fluttershy’s eyes shut tightly as her whole body went rigid, her wings vibrating. Her folds pulsed around Rarity’s tongue, coating it in wetness as she let out a long, loud gasp like a furtive scream.
Rarity slipped one hoof under Fluttershy, holding her up as she continued to devour her. Fluttershy brought her hooves down to hold Rarity’s head in place as she moaned out, “Ah... Rarity... yes!”, grinding her mound against that wonderful mouth. Soon Rarity was rewarded with another flood of sweet liquid that dripped from her chin as Fluttershy came again with a long, shivering wail.
Finally Fluttershy collapsed onto the bed, her coat damp with sweat and her eyes still squeezed shut. As she gathered her breath a tear leaked out of the corner of one eye, followed by another; soon there was a small, steady flow soaking into the sheets.
Rarity was smiling as she licked her lips and muzzle with her tongue, happy to have brought Fluttershy to such a peak. When she raised her head, though, her face fell as she saw the tears trailing down that lovely yellow face. Careful of her wings, Rarity clambered quickly up to lay beside Fluttershy, wrapping her hooves around her and pulling her close.
“Oh my sweet,” she cried, “what’s wrong? What have I done? Are you okay?”
“I... I... no... I mean, yes...” Fluttershy managed to squeak out, “You did everything... very nicely.” She turned into Rarity’s embrace, sobbing into her shoulder, her wings curling in tight against her body as she tried to make herself smaller.
“But Fluttershy... then, why are you crying?” whispered Rarity, her heart skipping a beat in fear.
“I can’t... I don’t...” the pegasus choked out between sobs. “I... it’s just so...”
“Ah, of course,” Rarity said in sudden realization. “Had it been a while for you? I understand it can be a bit... overwhelming.”
It was Fluttershy’s turn to freeze in place, and in her shock she almost confessed to her collusion with Amber. Swallowing her guilt, she seized on the offered excuse with a desperation that shamed her. She nodded quickly into Rarity’s shoulder, her breath finally calming as she got control of her crying.
“Just...” she said softly, barely audible even in the quiet room, “...just tell me we’ll be okay, you and I, after this?”
In spite of her surprise Rarity answered with no hesitation. “Of course, darling! This may have been a bit sudden, but I would never want to jeopardize our friendship!”
With a deep sigh of relief Fluttershy finally managed to relax a bit in Rarity’s hooves. She nuzzled against the unicorn’s neck, wiping her eyes with a hoof as she took comfort in their closeness.
Rarity smiled and stroked her softly, whispering that everything would be all right. The feel of Fluttershy’s coat under her hooves was intoxicating, and the scent lingering on her muzzle sent a warmth spreading through her that found its way quickly to her loins.
Unbidden, the unicorn’s hips pressed her closer to Fluttershy, and she moaned very softly. The pegasus went stiff in her grip, only a flicker of wingtips showing she could still move at all. Rarity breathed into Fluttershy’s ear, driven by her passion and unfulfilled need.
“Please, darling,” she asked gently, “...will you...”
Fluttershy leaped from the bed, her eyes wide, her pupils shrinking to small dots. “I’msorryIhavetogogoodbye!” flooded out of her, and she pounced toward a window, paused to lift it quietly and carefully out of her way, and jumped out. All that was left of the scene was one rather confused unicorn, her lips in an exaggerated pout as her hoof unconsciously slid down her belly....
----
“Twiiiliiight....” Spike groaned, “You’ve been pacing like that for at least an hour! Just write to the Princess and be done with it!”
Twilight shook her head, starting another worried lap around the round table. “I shouldn’t. This is not worth distracting her from her royal duties. I’ll just send this with my next report, or maybe I should just wait and write her a personal letter in a month--”
“No. No no no no no NO!” Spike hopped down from his table. “You are her lover, and she WILL have time for you. Alright?”
Twilight blushed. “I’m not sure if... lovers is the right word, Spike. We’re still figuring things out. But I am a Princess, so I suppose I can justify claiming priority conversation rights.” Her lips curved in a slightly guilty grin. “Besides, I really should face it. I can’t possibly study with this on my mind. Spike... take a letter.”
His expression brightening, Spike seized a blank scroll and quill. “Ready!”
“Dear Princess Celestia,
I write to you regarding an important revelation contained within ‘Monarchs of Equestria, Revised Edition.’ It is imperative that we meet regarding the pony I would describe as my ‘predecessor,’ and this meeting must take place immediately, ASAP.
Sincerely,
Princess Twilight Sparkle
Countess of the Everfree”
Twilight sighed and trotted over to Spike’s side, giving the letter a once over. When she was satisfied, she nodded to him. One small blast of emerald fire and it was gone.
Lunch was served shortly after, and while the hay and daisy sandwich helped, Twilight found herself still anxious. Her thoughts were profoundly disturbing, but she couldn’t help but allow them to bubble to the front of her consciousness. I gotta know about Amber Dawn. The whole historical event sounds like a lover’s quarrel, though I shouldn’t rule out ideology here. I need to know if the Princess wanted a lover in the first place and... made another princess for that... that would be careless. But it could have been the other way around; she could have fallen in love afterwards, only for Amber Dawn to prove... unstable. And listen to yourself, Twilight, this is Celestia you’re thinking about. Give her the benefit of the doubt! I could be imagining everything here, they might never have been lovers. But... I can’t help it. I need to know if there were any other reasons for my ‘ascension’--
Her thoughts were interrupted by a belch and a short stream of emerald flame that missed her left ear by centimeters. A scroll fell to the floor right next to her chair, in a spot that would have been very inconvenient to grab if she did not have her magic.
“My dearest Princess Twilight Sparkle,
I agree that we should meet at once. Please depart for Canterlot on the next available train. I will tell the Royal Guard to expect you. Meet me at my quarters when you arrive. Please come alone.
Sincerely,
Princess Celestia
High Queen of Equestria
Duchess of Canterlot”
Twilight rolled the scroll back up and sighed, then her ears perked up. “Train? TRAIN?! That would take forever.” She grinned, widely and daringly. “Screw trains, I’m going NOW.”
BAMF!
Spike blinked as the burst of bright pink and white light faded and rolled his eyes twice: Once to readjust his spotted vision, and then again in exasperation.
“That crazy pony thinks too much,” he muttered to the empty room. “Though I’m worried she didn’t think enough this time. I hope she’s going to be okay.” With a resigned shrug and a shake of his head he went back to shelving books.