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// Socks 
// Story: Shorts! 
// by Starswirls Beard 
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Lit candles? Check. Shades drawn? Check. Favorite moon and stars comforter placed on freshly made bed? Check. Spike delivered to Sweet Apple Acres for sleepover? Check.

Glancing about the room to ensure that everything was in it’s proper place Twilight Sparkle smiled to herself. For the first time in weeks she had an evening in her library home all to herself and she intended to use it to its fullest. Easing herself onto the bed and arranging the pillows to her satisfaction she allowed a magenta glow to encase a box on the nightstand, floating it over to rest in front of her. Inspecting the delicately carved wood she allowed her magic to flip the latch, revealing the content inside. Four hoof-stitched lavender silk socks floated out, each emblazoned with the six pointed star of her cutie mark across the top. Navy lace surrounded the tops to add to the delicate look of the garments shooting a thrill through the librarian. 

“I assure you these are all the rage in Canterlot right now darling, everypony who is anypony owns at least two sets. I’ve made one for each of you girls but you are amongst the first. Just imagine the look on that lucky colt or mares face when you reveal these!” 

“I don’t know about this Rarity, I hardly even have an occasion to wear clothes, let alone...these.”

“Nonsense Twilight, if you really feel you have no reason to wear them for now just keep them as a token of friendship. It’s hardly fair to let such good craft go to waste now is it? I’m sure you’ll find an occasion to enjoy them. Now! About those measurements...”

Twilight took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm the excited beating of her heart. The socks floated just above her outstretched legs, waiting for the silent command to slide on. Starting with her back right leg, she allowed the material to envelope her. The first contact was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through her as the silk caressed the sensitive frog of her hoof. A low moan escaped her as she secured the garment fully, it’s length running all the way up to her thigh. Repeating the action three more times she could barely contain her excitement, the sensations almost too much to handle.