//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Night Secrets // by Danielpony //------------------------------// -=-=-Author’s Note: Credit goes to Rainbowdashyy for pre-reading and formatting advice. Also, a big thanks to all the readers as well, thanks for the comments, thumbs up, and watches!-=-=- Pinkie Pie awoke as the sun crested the hills of Ponyville, its light slowly filtering through the sparse clouds. She had no illusions that the previous night was a dream; her heart told her that for a fact as she made her way out of bed, and tidied up. Standing in front of the mirror, she tried a variety of smiles on, readying herself for a day of putting on a mask of happiness for the ponies around town. Her feelings were still a tangled mess, and she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about the whole ordeal of last night. Luna was obviously displeased with her for not taking her…reward. How in the world could she ever explain herself to Luna, when she couldn’t even explain herself, to herself? The thought of explaining herself to another Pinkie made her giggle, and her spirits lifted a bit, her happiness no longer forced as she made her way downstairs to Sugar Cube Corner’s kitchen. Humming softly to herself, she smiled as she organized things for the day’s baking for Mr. and Mrs. Cake. As she pondered how to rectify her situation, she had an idea. She could write a really nice letter to Luna, and request an audience! It would give her time to think of how to say what she needed to say, and time for Luna to not be really mad at her anymore. Who knew how long alicorns stayed angry for anyway? ***** Princess Luna paced her room as the sun rose, trying to calm her nerves. Why, she hadn’t been turned down in…well, a thousand years! She was so used to everypony in this Age being in awe, and slightly afraid of her that disobedience wasn’t expected. Not that she was ordering Pinkie Pie around, per se, more like simply offering; and yet, she had her reservations about the situation as well. She saw the conflicting emotions on Pinkie’s face before she had teleported herself back to her room. As she calmed down a bit, she reflected on her own emotions. Nopony had admired her nights quite as Luna herself did, and Pinkie was a rare pony, the last she would of guessed to have a quiet, reflective side. Maybe she had let her emotions and certain…other feelings guide her in the wrong direction from the start. One thousand years was a long time to be alone, and while magick could assist her needs in so many ways, one could never replicate the feelings associated with the act. She remembered how Pinkie’s face had dropped when her anger flared…and was there some shame, as well? She was no quick and easy pony, but she did have needs. Now that she was back in Equestria, she found her thoughts straying in the direction of finding somepony to pleasure her returning more and more often. Her actions were brash, she knew, and she had to find a way to reconcile with Pinkie. A sudden idea sparked in her mind, and she smiled. She knew exactly what to do! ***** Pinkie made her way through Ponyville, to the local library to pay a visit to one Twilight Sparkle. Pinkie figured Twilight would know exactly how to word her letter, seeing as her own attempt had wound up rambling on for several pages, about nothing in particular. She couldn’t seem to stay on topic, making a weak attempt at the start of her letter to address Princess Luna formally, but it had soon degraded into talk about her recent re-design of the Party Cannon, and a new resident she had welcomed to Ponyville who was very bald. Pinkie knocked on the door of the library, hearing a loud crash inside followed by Spike groaning. Twilight let Pinkie in, and called to Spike, who popped his head out from under a large pile of fallen books. “Spike, are you alright? I’ve told you not to run with an armful of books!” Spike grinned sheepishly. “I’m fine Twilight, don’t worry about me. I heard the knock at the door, and ran to get it, it was my fault.” Finally having worked his way out of the book pile, he waved to Pinkie Pie. “Hey there! How’s it goin’ Pinkie?” Pinkie waved a hoof back at Spike, smiling. “I’m doing okie-dokie-Loki, Spikey-Wikey, thanks for asking! I came by to ask Twilight to help me write a special letter to somepony.” Spike’s eyes widened a bit at this. “A special letter…somepony…Aha! You have a crush on somepony don’t you, Pinkie!” Pinkie’s face fell a bit, before Twilight noticed and cut in. “Spike, don’t pry! Reorganize these books while I help Pinkie with her letter, okay? Come on Pinkie, let’s go write that letter.” Pinkie and Twilight made their way up the stairs to Twilight’s room, which was organized perfectly. A fresh quill and ink pot sat on the desk in the corner of the room. Twilight turned to Pinkie, letting her concern openly show now that they were alone. “Pinkie, what’s wrong? What is this about, exactly?” Pinkie laid out the events of the previous night, telling Twilight the whole story. She found it easier to tell now that she had some time to think about it. Twilight listened intently, before trotting to her writing desk. She dipped the quill in the ink, before turning to Pinkie. “Pinkie, I appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me this. I’ll make sure your letter has top priority in getting to Princess Luna. I…hope things work out for the best for you and for Princess Luna as well. I’m sure she will understand your feelings on the matter.” Pinkie Pie smiled. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Twilight! I’ll repay you somehow!” Pinkie Pie hopped in place, her bubbly nature returning in full force. “I know what to do! I’ll bake you some cupcakes!” Twilight smiled and gave Pinkie a hug. “Thanks Pinkie, I look forward to it. Now, let’s write this letter!” “Dear Princess Luna, this is Twilight Sparkle. Today, Pinkie Pie paid me a visit…”