One month later…
The meadow in which they stood hadn’t changed much since their first picnic there. It was still a lovely shade of green, though the air was much colder, so heavy scarves were a necessity. Twilight savored the strange feeling of cold air against her coat while a ray of sunlight broke through the cloud cover, warming up her face. Fortunately, there was nothing magical or surreal about the weather today. The pegasi teams had been keeping a tight watch for stray currents ever since that one nasty storm.
But as nasty as it’d been, if the storm had never hit, Twilight and Fluttershy would never have run inside like that. Never held each other while drying off, staring into each other’s eyes before sharing that first passionate kiss.
Maybe, if Equestria was really fortunate this year, that would be the worst they could expect from that freak magical cloud in the west. Somehow, Twilight knew better than to expect that. Not when she lived in a world populated by changelings, wendigos, dragons, hydras, and an ancient god of chaos.
“Twilight,” Fluttershy quietly asked, snuggling up against her marefriend, “are you sure we couldn’t take the train? I-I know you want to get to Canterlot early…”
“If you’re scared, you can say so.” On impulse, Twilight extended her wing and laid it over Fluttershy’s back. She took a moment’s delight in watching her lover’s eyes widen at the touch. “I figured that, since we’ve gotten so good at flying together, we should try a cross-country trip.”
Fluttershy swallowed. Deep down, Twilight felt bad for pushing her marefriend like this. But this wasn’t going to be just any Hearth’s Warming trip to Canterlot. It was going to be Twilight’s introduction of her marefriend to the most important ponies in Canterlot—to Princess Celestia, to Princess Luna, and her parents! She wanted everything to be perfect. And she wanted to go early to Canterlot for just this reason, even though the rest of their friends were still coming the next day by train.
As they came to a halt in the middle of the field, Twilight turned and looked at Fluttershy with a sympathetic smile. “Listen, you can still say no. I won’t hold it against you.” Still, the thought of coming later sent a shiver of anxiety along her flank, but Fluttershy didn’t need to know that. Instead, Twilight leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “It’s your decision, Shy.”
By now, Twilight had learned to read every nuance in her marefriend’s behavior. Like the way Fluttershy would briefly look away right before making a decision. She knew why the timid pegasus was that way, too; it came from years of living with Angel Bunny, who would usually stomp or glare at her until she made up her mind. But Angel wasn’t here. He was back at the cottage with Berryshine and her sister Piña Colada looking after all the animals.
When Fluttershy turned back, she closed her eyes and mumbled something.
“I’m sorry?”
She took another breath and said, “I said… l-let’s go, then…”
Twilight smiled and gave her another kiss on the cheek, letting last a little longer this time. “You won’t regret this. I promise!”
The pegasus tightened her scarf anxiously. “Right…”
Gasping as the gray clouds gave way, they reached out for each other, grasping hooves fiercely. Ponyville was far behind them, miles away as their curve sloped toward its peak. Twilight and Fluttershy paused to savor the warmth of the mid-morning sun in all its glory—and the warmth of their bodies pressed tightly together.
“This is amazing,” Twilight whispered. She remembered the last time she’d felt this way. It was at one of her first Summer Sun Celebrations. She’d been a wide-eyed filly pushing her way to the front of the crowd, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Princess Celestia and watching the sun emerge over the horizon.
That beauty and power had stayed with her all her life. Even now, as a princess herself, she hoped she could do something even half as graceful as Celestia did every year by raising the sun.
“I love this part of flying,” Fluttershy replied just as quietly. She kissed Twilight on the cheek and added, “Thanks for convincing me.”
Twilight blushed, feeling warmer than the sun’s rays could manage. “Come on. Canterlot’s just a few miles to the north. We’ll be there in no time.”
It had taken a long time for Twilight to find a way to make a discreet entrance to Canterlot. She was used to drawing attention every time she disembarked from the train, but if she flew into town without wearing her crown—which she’d tucked away in her saddlebag—nopony batted an eye. What would be unusual about two more winged ponies landing in the middle of town, even if one of them turned out to be an alicorn upon closer inspection?
Twilight’s first order of business would normally have been to visit the royal palace. However, she’d also taken the precaution of writing to Celestia before she came. The princess has been very gracious in her reply.
While I may not have allowed myself the same joy, I completely understand, she’d written. Take all the time you need, Twilight. My sister and I look forward to seeing you and Fluttershy at the pageant at the latest.
So it was that Twilight and Fluttershy didn’t land in a major part of the city, like the Royal District. Instead, they set down on the snow-covered cobblestones in the heart of an old neighborhood. Sidereal Street was one of the oldest sections of Canterlot, but for Twilight Sparkle, it was simply “Home.”
“Sorry,” Fluttershy wheezed, holding back as Twilight trotted forward. “I-I just need to… catch my breath!”
“Of course, dear.” Twilight stamped her hooves lightly against the cobblestones as she looked around the row of simple and elegant houses. “I’m nervous, too.”
“No, I mean, the flying…” Fluttershy loosened her scarf as she came to Twilight’s side. Her wings were still shaking. “I-I haven’t flown like that in forever…”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Twilight was quick to nuzzle against her marefriend. “I knew I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’m such a fool!”
Fluttershy took one last deep breath and let it out slowly. As she did, her body melted against Twilight’s, warming her up against the chilly Canterlot air. “Don’t worry. I’m…” She smiled as brilliantly as the winter sun. “I’m glad I did it. I’m glad you made me. I’d do it again in a…”
“In a heartbeat?”
“No!” Fluttershy giggled. “In a year from now! At least!”
Twilight laughed and gave her a quick hug. “It’s a date.”
They were still smiling and close together as they trudged through the snow to Twilight’s childhood home. Her parents’ home was modest by Canterlot standards, but opulent compared to anyplace in Ponyville, including Carousel Boutique. A two-story brick house with gold filigree lining the doors and windows, modestly designed in the Sola Celestia style. Between her father’s work as a royal astronomer and her mother’s literary career, Twilight’s family had more than enough money to justify living in such a fine part of town.
But they’re not superficial like some ponies I could think of, Twilight reflected. I’m sure they’ll love Fluttershy. She lifted her hoof to knock at the front door. Please let them love her…
When the door opened, Twilight was greeted with a gasp and a sudden crushing hug from her mother. She grinned and returned the hug with equal force. “Hi, Mom!”
“Welcome home, dear!” Twilight Velvet exclaimed. Her mane looked a little whiter than Twilight remembered, but otherwise, she hadn’t changed a bit.
With a tender smile, the older Twilight turned and looked over Fluttershy. “So, who’s this lovely mare you’ve brought home?”
“I-I’m Flutter…” The sweet pegasus gulped. “I-I mean I’m p-pleased to meet you…”
“Relax, Fluttershy.” Twilight Velvet leaned over and gave her a reassuring hug. “I remember you from the last time we met. Any friend of Twilight’s is more than welcome here.” She slid a glance at her daughter. “And that include marefriends, too.”
Twilight blushed. “Thanks, Mom. It’s nice to see you, too.”
Inside, she was cheering. What did she have to worry about? But when she looked over and saw Fluttershy’s relieved smile, she knew it was worth the early trip into town. One more fear about their relationship that they could put to rest.
Meanwhile, her mother stepped aside and held the door open. “Come inside, you two. You’ll catch a cold standing outside.”
They followed her into the house, which was wonderfully warm. Twilight saw the fireplace was lit and roaring and she could smell fresh hot chocolate being prepared in the kitchen. It was hard not to feel giddy when she saw the wreathes and candy cane decorations on the walls of the living room. She was nostalgic for all those Hearth’s Warming Eves spent with her family, curled up next to Shining Armor while her father read them stories about their heroes Commander Hurricane and Star-Swirl the Bearded.
In her mental checklist—where she prepared all her real checklists in advance—Twilight was running plans to make a quiet story reading with Fluttershy part of her new holiday traditions.
“Hey, girls!” The low, cultured voice made Twilight spin around. She saw her father emerging from the kitchen. His horn was glowing as he floated a tray full of hot chocolate mugs into the living room. “Glad you could make it! How was your flight?”
“Hi, Dad!” Twilight run up and embraced him—careful not to upset his horn as he levitated the tray onto the coffee table. “It was fine! How was the stargazers conference in Manehattan?”
Night Light laughed and rolled his eyes. “Unbearably dull, I’m afraid. Forty of the brightest minds in Equestria and not one of them can agree on approving a new constellation map!” He leaned in and stage-whispered to Twilight. “Between you and me, I think it’d do some good, Your Highness, if you were to settle the whole dispute yourself.”
Twilight’s ears dropped. “Never gonna happen. Take it up with Princess Luna.”
“Don’t think I haven’t.” As he spoke, Night Light turned and smiled down at Fluttershy. “You must be Fluttershy. Welcome!”
“Thank you,” she said quietly, stepping up to Twilight’s side with a meek smile. It was a slight improvement from the frightened greeting she’d shown Twilight’s mother. “You have a lovely home, sir.”
“Sir?” Night Light waved a hoof dismissively. “This isn’t the royal court, dear. You can call me Night Light.” He exchanged a teasing look with Twilight Velvet. “Or, since you two are an item, I guess you could call me Dad.”
At that point, it was an unspoken contest between Twilight and Fluttershy to see who could look the most embarrassed. Twilight thought her chances were good, but Fluttershy was a champion racehorse at being adorable when she blushed and hid behind her long mane.
“I’m glad you two made it here all right,” Night Light continued. While he spoke, he levitated each mug of chocolate off the tray and toward each pony in the room. They all took their seats on the big green sofa—the same one Twilight and Shining Armor used to bounce on as kids. “They say this year’s pageant going to be a good one. I hear they even got some of your friends from Ponyville in it!”
“Well, some of our neighbors,” Twilight added. Fluttershy nodded while she sipped at her mug. “I’m sure they’ll be great, though I don’t know how much acting experience they’ve got. At least Spike will be there to keep them in line.”
She remembered her surprise when she saw the formal invitation to the royal pageant and the announcement of this year’s cast—which included Spike taking over as the narrator again.
“I’m sure the production will be lovely,” said Fluttershy. “Rarity says the costumes look even better this year!”
Twilight smiled, but when she looked over at her mother, she felt some cause for concern. Her mother was quietly scrutinizing Fluttershy from the other end of the couch.
“Mom?” Twilight set down her mug on the table. “Is everything all right?”
“Hmm?” Twilight Velvet blinked. “Oh, sorry, dear. I was just thinking…” She gave Fluttershy an embarrassed smile. “It’s just that, now that I’ve gotten to meet you again, you happen to remind me of somepony I once knew. He was a pegasus like you, but much bigger. And he had a face like yours, too…”
To Twilight’s surprise, Fluttershy actually looked nervous. Her hooves were shaking until Twilight slid over and put her foreleg around Fluttershy to keep her still.
“C-can I ask?” Fluttershy squeaked and hid behind her mane again. “What was his name?”
“Sky Sonnet.”
Now it was Twilight’s turn to look curious. She regarded her marefriend as she continued to hold onto her. “I’ve heard that name before. You said he was a local poet in Cloudsdale?”
“Y-yes…” Fluttershy managed to squeak out.
“And how do you know him, Mom?”
Twilight Velvet smiled as she looked away. “Oh, he and I were friends back in the day. I was starting out as a journalist and he was one of Equestria’s rising stars. A real adventurer, Sky Sonnet was. Not as well-known as Daring Do, but still plenty brave. Used to be one of the toughest Royal Guards in all of Canterlot. He was one of the first ponies of our generation to go toe-to-toe with a dragon and live to tell about it!”
Poor Fluttershy, meanwhile, was shaking like a leaf in Twilight’s grip. “T-that’s right.”
“So you wrote stories about him,” Twilight answered. Turning to Fluttershy, she added, “Mom’s actually more famous than she lets on. She writes books about a lot of adventurous ponies. She’s even ghostwritten for A.K. Yearling!”
Twilight Velvet sat up straight with a sharp frown. “Twilight Sparkle! That’s supposed to be confidential!”
Suddenly, Twilight was six years old again, a helpless filly caught leaving her books lying around. “Oh. Sorry, Mom.”
A quick smile was all it took her mother to show forgiveness. She turned to regard Fluttershy with the same pleasant expression. “So, dear, if you don’t mind me asking, are you by any chance related to Sky Sonnet?”
“I…” Fluttershy squeaked and buried her face against Twilight’s neck. But she was able to nod furiously in spite of her terror.
“I see. How so?”
The poor pegasus mumbled something, too low even for Twilight to hear. She and her parents leaned in with sudden curiosity.
“I’m sorry, Shy,” Twilight said as gently as she could, “but would you mind repeating that?”
“I…” Fluttershy lifted her head with genuine anxiety written across her lovely face. “I-I’m his daughter.”
The only sound that followed for the next ten seconds was Twilight Velvet’s mug dropping noisily onto its saucer. Twilight stared at her mother, who looked just as shocked.
Night Light cleared his throat. “Well, isn’t that lovely? More hot chocolate, anypony?”
“Sweetheart,” Twilight Velvet said slowly. She reached out and gently cupped Fluttershy’s chin. “Are you telling me that my Twilight is the lucky pony to be dating Sky Sonnet’s very own daughter?”
Fluttershy blinked. “Um… yes?”
A joyous squeal leapt out from Twilight Velvet’s mouth. Her horn lit up, casting Fluttershy in a soft violet aura that pulled her free from Twilight and into the older mare’s arms. Twilight’s mother hugged the terrified pegasus and ruffled her mane fondly.
“This is the best news I’ve heard all year!” she exclaimed. “How is Sky Sonnet these days?”
“He’s fine.” Fluttershy seemed to grow a touch more confident with each passing moment, putting a warm glow in Twilight’s heart. “My father’s retired now, but he still writes poems about Cloudsdale and all the adventures he’d had.”
“And don’t tell me. He married that cute mare Posey, too?”
Fluttershy stared. “You knew my mother, too?”
“Aha! I was right!” Twilight Velvet squeezed her tightly again. “Of course I knew Posey. She was your father’s biggest fan. You know how they met, don’t you? There was a hurricane several years ago and a whole pack of displaced manticores were threatening to overrun Fillydelphia—”
“And Mommy was evacuating all the fillies when Daddy showed up,” Fluttershy finished. She had the cutest smile on her face. Twilight wanted to cuddle her to pieces right then and there, but her parents were in the way.
Night Light whistled. “Well, well. So that’s the real story behind The Manticore Mayhem. I always did wonder what happened to Posey.”
“Fluttershy, why didn’t you tell me your parents were famous?” Twilight demanded.
“Because you never—”
“And don’t say it’s because I never asked! I told you guys all about my parents and what they did!”
Her marefriend squeaked and cuddled up against Twilight’s mother for protection. “S-sorry.”
Twilight Velvet stroked Fluttershy’s mane and looked up at her daughter. “It’s all right, honey. I can only imagine how much attention you’d get for being the daughter of a real hero. It’s no wonder she’s so shy!”
A rebuttal was on Twilight’s tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Her mother’s words sunk in when she looked down at her marefriend. The more she thought about it, the more it made perfect sense.
Fluttershy was the daughter of a hero, but that didn’t mean she had to be just as brave. If anything, she had it worse because she was always living in his shadow. Twilight could only imagine how the poor thing fared as a filly. Always living with those expectations, but never quite meeting them. She’d felt the same way whenever she thought about how much she wanted to be like Celestia, only for another practice spell to backfire yet again.
Guess we’re not so different after all. Twilight reached out and brushed at Fluttershy’s mane. “I’m sorry, Shy. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”
“It’s okay.” Fluttershy sniffled and wiped her muzzle with the back of her hoof. “I would’ve told you eventually.”
After giving her one last hug, Twilight Velvet let go of Fluttershy and waited for her to sit down again. Young Twilight put a comforting hoof on her marefriend’s shoulder, massaging it gently. She smiled when she felt Fluttershy sigh and lean into her, fully relaxed for the first time since they left Ponyville.
Hot chocolate on the sofa soon gave way to one of Twilight Velvet’s favorite duties as a mother: showing guests her photo album detailing Twilight Sparkle’s years as a foal. The embarrassment that Twilight felt was made worse by the fact that Fluttershy seemed far too excited. She clapped her hooves at each photo, including the one where “Twily” had chocolate and whipped cream all over her face and bib.
Leaving her mother and her marefriend on the sofa, Twilight took the empty mugs and tray back to the kitchen. It was nice to see that nothing had really changed there, either. A few new utensils and a more modern food processor, but otherwise the same. In a world where she was Celestia’s student one day and a full-fledged princess the next, it was nice to have someplace consistent. Someplace where she could always be Twilight Velvet and Night Light’s daughter or Shining Armor’s little sister.
But then, she supposed it was the same in Ponyville. Even if others recognized her royal status, she had six wonderful friends who would only ever see her as Twilight Sparkle and nothing else.
“Hey, Twily.” Night Light entered the kitchen, smoothing out his blue mane with one hoof. “How are you holding up?”
She smiled. “I’m fine, Dad. Really.”
He matched her smile. “Really?”
Of course he knew her too well. Twilight sat back on her haunches beside the refrigerator. “Well, I suppose I’m nervous. Lot on my mind lately. I’m trying to figure out all that I have to do as a princess, I’ve got a new marefriend to look after, and there’s this magical storm near the Everfree Forest that I’m a little worried about—”
Her father lifted a hoof and ruffled her mane. “Oh, that? Nothing to fear. We discussed it at the conference last week. It’s just an aerial anomaly. Side effect from the wild magic in Everfree.”
“Huh.” Twilight found herself glancing out the kitchen window at the gray clouds outside. Normal, non-magical clouds as far as she could tell. “Well, that’s one less thing, I suppose.”
Night Light went over to the kitchen sink, where a short telekinetic spell caused the faucet to turn on. He hummed to himself as he started to clean the empty mugs from the tray and dry them off with a dish towel. “You know, when I was your age, I barely had time for a marefriend. I was far too busy studying astronomy.” He paused, letting his ears twitch anxiously for a moment. “You know what the other fillies used to call me? ‘No-Date-Tonight Night Light.’”
“I’m sorry,” Twilight said, genuinely upset. She knew what it was like to be teased. When she closed her eyes, she could still hear the taunts from the other nobles’ kids in magic kindergarten. Egghead, egghead, Twilight’s an egghead…!
“But I told myself that it didn’t matter. I was going to become an astronomer and serve the Princess faithfully.” He smiled as he set down the last dry mug on the kitchen counter, the glow from his horn fading. “And do you know what happened when I finally made it?”
“No. What?”
Night Light turned around, grinning like a loon. “I met a lovely young mare at a garden party. An aspiring journalist who was just about to publish her first adventure novel.” He draped one hoof around his daughter’s shoulders. “And one year later, we were married and expecting our first foal. And eight years after he was born, we got a beautiful little filly, too.”
Twilight grinned back at him. “That’s really sweet, Dad. But what’s your point?”
“My point is that you don’t have to worry so much about whether or not you’re going to be a good marefriend to Fluttershy. Just focus on being a good pony, and if it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be.”
Here was yet another thing that Twilight missed about her old life in Canterlot: her father’s advice and reassuring voice. She smiled and gave him a quick hug. “Thanks, Dad. I needed to hear that.”
“Anytime, Princess.”
Twilight was about to ask him not to call her that—even if he was only being affectionate—but she never had the chance. At that moment, there was a commotion from the living room. When Twilight turned her head, she saw only a yellow-and-pink blur before two delicate hooves pinned her shoulders to the floor.
“Aww!” Fluttershy squealed, crushing her chest in a potentially fatal hug. “You were the cutest filly in the whole wide world! I want one, I want one!”
Two seconds later, Twilight Velvet entered the kitchen with the photo album floating over her shoulder and a smirk on her face. “I’ll bet you do, Fluttershy. So how about it, Twilight darling? When can we expect our first grandchild?”
“Hnngh…” Twilight strained against her lover’s iron grip, wondering if this was how she was going to shuffle off the mortal coil. Wouldn’t that be a nice obituary? Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, crushed by her pegasus lover’s embrace… “Why don’t you—Fluttershy, dear, if you wouldn’t mind—” She strained again, gasping for air the moment Fluttershy reduced her hug to a less violent cuddle. “Why don’t you… ask Shiny?”
Twilight Velvet laughed. “Oh, you know your brother. Can’t be bothered about having kids when he and Cadance have an empire to run. Besides, don’t you think Fluttershy would make such a lovely mother?”
Grimacing, Twilight was able to roll off her back and fumble onto her hooves again. As she did, she looked Fluttershy, now hovering in the air over her shoulder as she tried to smooth Twilight’s mane back into place. Her hooves were so soft that Twilight couldn’t stay mad at her. How could she be mad at anypony with such soft and loving hooves?
“I think you’re right,” she answered her mother quietly. “A terrific mother. You should see her with her animals.”
“But I’m much better with animals than I am with fillies,” Fluttershy added quietly.
“Don’t be so modest. Remember the Cutie Mark Crusaders?”
“Of course I do. Rarity still owes me for a new table!”
That got a laugh out of Twilight and her mother. But as she thought about it, Twilight knew that Fluttershy was a natural at being a mother—and not just to animals. Who wouldn’t want to be cared for by this lovely pegasus?
It was something to think about, if nothing else.
It was an otherwise uneventful day at Twilight’s parent’s house. After a lovely walk through the old neighborhood, Night Light treated them all to dinner at Château d’Or, a restaurant that Twilight had frequented often when living in Canterlot—and whose very mention never failed to make Rarity green with envy.
Finally at home again, it was time for bed. Twilight had bid her parents good night and gone up to her old room, which was smaller than she remembered. She supposed living at the library had spoiled her a little.
Inside her bedroom were two separate bookcases, all filled to the brim with textbooks and novels and ancient tomes. The nightstand by her bed was still covered with stacks of scrolls and parchment notebooks. And hanging over her bed were hoof-drawn, full-color posters of Star-Swirl the Bearded, Clover the Clever, and the always popular Daring Do. It was a bedroom where Twilight had spent so many hours as a filly, engrossed in some new book or another imaginary adventure with her doll Smarty Pants.
Fluttershy emerged from the bathroom, now wearing the fluffy white robe she’d packed for the trip. Her mane was wrapped up in a towel, still wet from her shower. There was a glow in her marefriend’s face that made Twilight feel giddy.
It’s not even Hearth’s Warming Eve, she thought, but this is still the best gift I’ve ever gotten!
“Ahh,” Fluttershy exclaimed. With a hop, she jumped into the air, letting her wings flutter as she glided straight into Twilight’s bed. Her mother had been good enough to put on the old constellation-covered quilt that Twilight loved so dearly.
Twilight smiled as she closed the door and switched off the lights. She crawled into bed next to Fluttershy, wrapping all her hooves around her. With a gentle tug of her magic, she pulled the towel off Fluttershy’s mane, letting wet strands of hair fall over their pillow and Twilight’s face.
“Oh, sorry!” Fluttershy whispered in the dark.
Twilight giggled and blew away some hair that was tickling her nose. Shifting under the covers, she pulled Fluttershy close and rested her head against her shoulder. “Aren’t you glad we did this? I know I am.”
“Oh, yes!” Fluttershy returned the hug, wrapping her tail around Twilight’s for good measure. “Thank you, Twily. I couldn’t ask for a better Hearth’s Warming gift.”
Twilight smiled despite the fact that Fluttershy couldn’t see it in the dark. “Are you still nervous about tomorrow?”
“Why would I be nervous? I’m just meeting the Princess at court.” A shiver ran along Fluttershy’s wings, tickling Twilight’s side. “A-and being presented before everypony in Canterlot as your marefriend. With all of them…” She swallowed loudly. “All of them watching me… oh, dear…”
“You won’t be alone.” Twilight backed up her statement by nuzzling her gently. “All our friends will be there, too. We’ll be standing right beside you.” When Fluttershy didn’t respond, Twilight grinned and added, “And whenever you get nervous, I’ll just reach over and do this!”
She dropped her hoof over Fluttershy’s belly and began to tickle her. Her marefriend let out a sudden giggle and then Twilight was on top of her, poking and tickling her without mercy. Fluttershy was quick to retaliate, caressing Twilight’s wings in a way that made her shiver with delight. She was so tempted to just give in to her passion and go for it with Fluttershy right there…
But this was still her parents’ house and Twilight doubted that even Fluttershy would be quiet enough to keep her folks from hearing them two rooms away. She was content enough to listen to Fluttershy’s adorable laughs as Twilight tickled away her fears.
When it was over, they fell panting against each other. Fluttershy pushed Twilight’s head against her chest, nuzzling her just like a mother would with her child. Twilight didn’t mind at all. She could rest there for all eternity if she had the chance.
“Sweet dreams, Twily,” said Fluttershy, stretching her name out through a tiny yawn.
“Sleep well, my lovely Shy.” As Twilight dropped her head against Fluttershy’s chest, her eyelids dropped and she knew only a deep, dreamless peace.