//------------------------------// // Bride to Be // Story: Hide & Seek // by Royal_Mist //------------------------------// Bride to Be “Oh Twilight, I am so happy for you! To think you, our little wallflower has finally taken the first steps to becoming a full blown mare! Why I can’t remember the first time I was proposed too. I was—“   “Wait, what!?”Rainbow Dash half-shouted. She laid on her belly as two masseuses each work on a separate wing. Each nipping away, delicately, plucking out feathers that were no long suitable for flying.   “Please relax Ms. Dash,” the spa-pony half scolded. “This is a delicate procedure.”   Twilight winced and looked down at the  rippling waters, “Rarity, I don’t know what you have heard but you heard wrong.”   “Wrong,” Rarity echoed dramatically, “My dear, my sources are never wrong. Buttercup heard from Lilly who heard from Rose who was told by Claire who overheard a conversation from Kim who talked to Derpy who saw you receiving a bouquet of roses from a stallion.”   “You heard wrong,” Twilight's voice betrayed her minor annoyance. “I’m not getting married.”   “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Twilight? As in our Twilight Sparkle got proposed to?” Rainbow Dash said in utter bewilderment, “This Twilight?”   “What’s so strange about that” Rarity asked as she cocked an eyebrow. “Twilight is a perfectly gorgeous alicorn. It was only a matter of time since she caught someponies’ eye.”   Twilight said, as she yet again tried to reach a state of bliss.“Girls, please, let’s drop the subject. I came here to relax, not talk about that crazy pony.”   Rarity paused, glancing away from Twilight while batting at a few strands of her hair. “So… was he cute?”   “Ahhg,” Twilight groaned, “First Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie then Applejack and now you Rarity.”   “I’m sorry Twilight.” . Rarity put a hoof to her head and wore a pained, theatrical expression. “It’s just rare for you to be the center of such a situation and me as your friend not give you the best advice for you—“   “You’re not going to drop this are you?” Twilight’s eyes narrowed.   “Not in the slightest,”   Twilight looked up from her reflection and stared at the ceiling as she tried to think back. “Fine, since all of you just have to know. He wasn’t bad looking for an earth pony—“   Rarity eyes almost doubled in size, a small squeak left her lips.   Twilight ignored it, it was Rarity after all. “That’s about as far as that goes. I don’t even get to know his name and he got down and proposed to me. He said I was ‘his goddess’ and that my beauty rivaled that of the gods.”   “Ahh,” Rarity squeaked, “he must be completely head over hooves for you.”   “Yeah, I noticed.” Twilight sighed and turned in the giant wooden tub. “But he was talking like he knew them first hoof, mythical gods from the old pony tales from the far north; he even said he was one of them.”   Rarity’s face soured for a moment, “Well… maybe it’s how he thought to get your attention Twilight. You know how stallions—“She cut herself off as a thought came to her, “well maybe you don’t know. Well in any case, just take it with a grain of salt. Maybe he just is trying to put himself on your level.”   That thought hadn’t occurred to her, though she still dismissed the idea. “Yes, you do have a point, but lying would get you nowhere.” Twilight paused for a moment before a smile of relief burst onto her face. “I was right! This town is completely full of crazy ponies! He is just completely off his rocker.”   “So what happened next?” Rarity questioned.   Twilight shook her head firmly trying her best to forget.“I told him I had to go because I was helping Dinky with her reading—“   “How is little Dinky coming along with that?” Rarity interrupted.   “She is coming along just“--Twilight’s eyes narrowed--“don’t interrupt and let me finish.” Twilight reprimanded and continued “After I told him I had to go, he asked me if he could sit in on the lesson because he ‘Doesn’t know how to read’.” Twilight tried her best to make air quotes. “Which was another lie.”   “How do you know he was lying Twilight? Maybe he honestly didn’t know how to read.” Rarity now really second guessing the quality of stallion that doesn’t know how to read.   “Because,” Twilight explained, “nopony picks up on reading that fast.We went through the alphabet two times. Just two times.” Twilight shook her head and tried to clear away the image of him from her mind. “It took me two weeks to learn how to read when I was a filly.”   Twilight fought the urge to kick the water like a disgruntled filly. “Not only that, it’s what he did to poor Dinky!”   Rainbow Dash perked up an ear. “Did her hurt her or something?”   “No.” Twilight shook her head. “He kept giving her attention and praising her when she got a sentence right since there ‘students’.” Twilight again tried to do her best to make air quotes.   “What’s wrong with that?” Rarity questioned. “I don’t see the harm in giving little Dinky some positive reinforcement.”   Twilight groaned and put her hooves up to her muzzle. “There is nothing wrong with it!” she said. “Except Dinky is at that age where she is just discovering colts does not actually have ‘colt germs’.”   Rarity squeaked and capped her front hooves together in girlish delight, “Dinky has a crush on him, oh that is just adorable. Wait, what is his name?”   “Loki,” Twilight said, not bemused at all by her story. “Simply Loki. Apparently he’s too good for a last name. No what he did to poor Dinky wasn’t that. He couldn’t control that.”   “Well what did he do?” Rarity was wide eyed in suspense..   “He rejected her.” Twilight huffed. “Dinky asked me to help her write a note. I thought it was cute too until he got it. You would think he would at least play along a bit to spare her feelings, but no, he told her that I was the only mare that he loved and that was no room for her in his heart.”   “That’s horrible; he should have been more considerate of her feelings. She is so young It must be nice to have a stallion fawning over you that much.”   “That’s not even the worst part,” Twilight groaned again, “now Dinky blames me. That night when we took a break for tea, Dinky offered to make it. When she came back with it, there was salt in my tea instead of sugar. While her cup and Loki’s had sugar.”   Rarity giggled a little at that., “Must be hard having an eleven year old filly as a love rival.”   Twilight tried to rub down a throbbing vein, it was the same one that always came when this topic came up. “It gets worse; Dinky asked if Loki could teach her study session for today. I have—“   “Wait,” Rarity grabbed Twilight’s face and brought her eyes to within centimeters of hers. “Are you telling me that you have a stallion, which is head over hooves for you, in your house right now, as in this very moment?”   Twilight knocked Rarity’s hooves away and drifted a safe distance from her in the tiny hot tub. “Yes, but he is not spending the night at my place. I live above the library. He is perfectly welcome in the library. I can’t really tell him he isn’t welcome if he really has been learning. I have Spike guarding the staircase just in case he gets any weird ideas.”   Rarity paused, glancing anxiously away from Twilight. “Well Twilight, it looks like our time here is up.” She closed her eyes and focused as her horn started to shimmer and blink. Two white towels float off of a nearby rack fastened themselves against her midriff and mane. “And I, as a great friend will walk you home.”   “I’m not dumb Rarity. “I’m not leaving early just so you can get a sneak peek. If you want a look, you can leave right now but I’m not going until after my horn and hooficures. Now no more talk about crazy ponies, relaxation time.”   ~~~   “Spike, I’m home!” Twilight’s  voice echoed through the small library.   That was when Rarity chose to barrel in. Spike was working to organize and clean the shelves. He hung back from the ladder he was standing on and wore a smitten look as he waved a claw. “Hi Rarity.”   “Good evening, Spike,” she said before she turned her attention back to Twilight. “So where is he? I don’t see him.”   “Spike, where is Dinky and Loki?” Twilight asked as she cocked an eyebrow. “Their study session should still be going on.”   Spike puffed up his chest. “I got rid of him for you,” he said as he clawed down the ladder. “Derpy came and picked up Dinky early because of the storm coming in. So after that I told him we were closing up early to prepare. Which wasn’t a lie,” he quickly added, “I have to close the upstairs window, which took like… forty, almost fifty seconds.”   Twilight yawned as she made her way to the steps to the library’s main floor. “Good job Spike, the less of him here the better.”   Spike smiled weakly. “That might be a small problem. He checked out almost ten books from the romance section. I think he might be trying to find a way in those books.” Spike shook his head   Twilight giggled a little. “There is nothing to worry there, Spike. Like I would fall for anything from those trashy romance novels.”   “I shan't take another moment of your time, dear.” Rarity said as she headed for the door, only to turn back one final time. “Oh and Spike, please do be a dear and come by tomorrow evening. I have a small gift for you for helping me last week with those gems.”   “Anything for you Rarity,” Spike cooed, as his eyes became half lidded.   “Try to get home before the rain starts.” Twilight watched Rarity leave, and then shut the door behind her.   Twilight yawned again as she went upstairs. “Hey, Spike can you get some cake and tea for a treat tonight. That cake Princess Celestia had sent should still be in the back of the refrigerator.” Twilight stopped mid step, casting a sheepish glance over her shoulder. “Maybe two pieces.”   “Celestia would be so proud.” Spike grumbled.   ~~~ Knock-Knock-Knock   “Spike? Can you get that please?” Twilight said half asleep, her muzzle deep in a thick book.   CRACK-ROOOOOOOOM-BOOM   Twilight leapt from her bed, her heart beating a mile a minute. She sat back down, a vain attempt to calm her nerves. She began breathing deeply, trying to calm down while she looked up at the sky through her window. “It was just some thunder…”   SNAP-CRIT-CROON-CROOOOOOOSH   Twilight craned her neck around to the bedroom door.  She jumped to her hooves and began galloping to the front door. “Spike, get up, I think the tree got struck!”   “Whoa, easy, Twilight,” Spike grumbled, still doe eyed from his nap. “I thought there were wards to prevent that?”   Twilight closed her eyes and focused as her horn started to glow in a dim incandescence. A few nearby candles started to systematically light themselves around the library. The light from the tiny, flickering flames fell upon the main form of the library.   Twilight shook her head firmly. After blinking a few times as her eyes came into focus and gave full view of the room. The front door was missing. No. It was there, and it was in pieces, scattered along the ground like it was torn apart.   Twilight  focused her mind. Every shard scattered on the ground, they rattled and rose and began to fuse together in place slowly sealing the library from the elements. The door glowed bright white as she place a temperance ward on the door.   “Perfect, the one place in the whole library that wasn’t covered,” Twilight said to no one. It was soft at first. Her ear twitched. Frantic, her eyes searched for the source. They landed on faint trail of small prints made from water, leading to a fresh pile of books in the far corner of the room.   “Hello?”   Twilight crept over to the book pile As she drew close, she reached out with her magic and started to pull books off one by one. She paused for a moment as the whimpers became louder. Twilight swiveled her ears forward and listened.   “Please don’t be a rat. Please don’t be a rat. Please don’t be a rat.” Twilight prayed, her voice becoming growing fainter and fainter as each book fell from its place. Twilight swallowed and braced herself as the last few tomes were removed. What Twilight found was not a rat.   It was a small filly, a little older looking than Dinky, closer to Sweetie Belle’s age. She looked like a wet cat that had been hung out on the line. She was covered in tiny splinters and small abrasions. Twilight then reached out.   “Hello, little pony, what’s your name?”   The filly shied away, whimpered, trembled, and succeeded in backing even further away.  Twilight only got a glimpse of the filly’s appearance. her coat was a mixture of black and dusty grey. She had long, rich and soft looking crème white mane. The filly’s eyes held Twilight’s attention, they were a soft shade of pink, but was getting to Twilight wasn’t the color.   The filly’s eyes were filled with terror.   She lifted her hoof and reached out as slowly as possible. “I-it’s okay,” Twilight cooed, “I won’t hurt you.”   CRACK-ROOOOOOOOM-BOOM   The little pony remained silent, but her eyes were locked on the window. Lighting was dancing across the sky as the thunder still continued to shake the walls. The filly bolted for the only cover she could find. Twilight’s tail.   Twilight looked down to the filly and back to the window.  After repeating this process several times, Twilight realized. Her horn sparked as all the curtains cut off the view from the outside world.   “Is that better?” Twilight said in her best motherly voice. Looking back at the filly, Twilight leaned in and gave her flank a nudge.   She had curled up and looked up at Twilight; the filly’s eyes were filled to the brim with tears that threatened to start streaming down her muzzle. “That hurt.” She said softly.   Twilight racked her mind as to how she hurt her. She’d barely even touched her. she reexamined the small part of the filly’s body where she touched. It was so matted down with fur that Twilight couldn’t deny it would take a precision eye to spot it. There were two large slivers of wood embedded into her skin.   “Do you want me to get those out for you? Twilight said, her words coming with a caring smile. The filly only nodded in response as she looked the opposite direction, she covered her eyes with her front hooves.   Twilight’s horn ignited, her magic formed around the filly’s flank, only for it to shatter a moment later. “Huh,” she voiced as she made a second attempt, and a third, it was several tries latter when she had finally given up.   Is she deflecting my magic? How could a young pegasus do that? Would that even be possible? How did it work?   Twilight then took in a deep breath and tried to cast her levitation spell that took hold of the first aid kit that was mounted just a few feet away. It floated upon magic and placed itself next to the filly’s hindquarters.   Which then answered a few of her questions; there was nothing wrong with her magic. The filly was indeed the cause of the fault in the spell.   “Is it out?” The filly questioned.   “One more moment,” Twilight said. Shook her head, and focused on the task. Trying to dismiss the odd occurrence she opted for the easiest way. Twilight opened her maw showing two full rows of pearly whites, taking careful aim not bite into the little filly’s rump.   “What are you doing, Twilight?” Spike's voice carried from the top of the stairs.   “This is not what it looks like?” Twilight said..   “Princess Luna would be so proud,” Spike said with a snide snicker. “Try not to gobble too much; you might lose your appetite.”   Both eyes fell on the filly as her stomach finally protested against its owner. The low rumbled was almost loud enough to drown the thunder cracks from the outside.   Twilight giggled. “How about we get you something to eat.”    Her response sounded something of a gurgle mixed with the mewing of a cat.   ~~~   “Can I have another piece please?” The filly asked politely. Her face was covered in red and white splotches from the frosting of the red velvet cake.   For the past hour Twilight played host to the most glutinous filly on the face of Equestria. She had consumed twelve apples, two whole pies, two pounds of salted green beans, nine cups of whole milk, several eggs and she was currently working on the cake that Celestia had given to her.   “No,” Twilight said, unable to come up with the right words. “You ate the last slice.” She knew hospitality was important, but now she had to go shopping.   The filly rubbed her fur, slightly pouted. “But I’m still hungry.”   How in Equestria is she still hungry? Do her parents not feed her? Twilight knew that was not true. The filly’s coat had a healthy shine to it, unearthly, even.   “I’m not making another pie.” Spike threw his white apron to the ground. “I’m going to bed.”   “Thank you,” the filly added quickly.   “Don’t worry about him, he just a little cranky since its way past his bedtime.” Twilight levitated the dishes from the table to the sink. “Now how about we get you dress up and I'll walk you home.” Twilight was almost sure the thunder had stopped. There hadn’t been a rumble since the filly was found. Regardless, the rain would be easy to deal with a simple shield spell.   The filly shook her head, “I made my choice! You’re good enough to marry my dad.”   Twilight could feel the twitching vein in her forehead pulse., like Pinkie Pie was giving her direction.   “What is your name?” Twilight asked flatly.   “My name is Fenrir.”.   “What’s your last name?”  Twilight said raising a brow.   The filly bit her lip for a second before continuing. “I don’t think I have one.”   Twilight head fell weekly against the cold mahogany wood of the table. It took all her willpower to not scream. “Ahhg, he has a filly.” Twilight said solemnly before she started to lightly bump her head against the table.   “I’m actually a wolf, dad said I had look like this because I might scare someone.” Fenrir said as she waved her front hooves at Twilight. “Don’t I look cute?”   “Loki has you acting too? What, did he think he could woo me if I found out he had a filly?” Twilight groaned a little and sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing her temples, hoping the migraine that was starting to build would go away.   Fenrir shook her head, “No, dad doesn’t know I’m here. I snuck out after he fell asleep. I was worried you might be a meanie so I had to check you out.” Fenrir said and she leaned in, “You passed, you’re going to make a good mom, Mom.”   “If your dad doesn’t know you’re here, why did you come here?”   Fenrir put her hoof to her chin, “Well, because I was hungry, It all started earlier today…”   ~~~   The room was dimly lit Two small candles and torches  were strategically place to give the most lighting in the small space. The room consisted of a small kitchen and a tiny dining area that had a table and two padded stools. Connected to the kitchen area was a small carpeted living area with a long couch and a coffee table. Joined to that was a small hallway that led to the bedroom which housed a single king size bed.   On the couch, Fenrir glanced at the clock to see it tick to the next minute. A fun game that she developed three hours ago, she matched the ticking of the clock with her tail.   The little wolf heard the heavy footsteps that seemed to press themselves into the dirt. Then came the smell, It was the heavenly smell that could only match one person in the entire world. Her father, Loki. Alas, she was not interested in her father, No, it lay in the  unmistakable smell of something that she had been craving.   Meat. Nothing bad ever happens when there is meat around - Fenrir’s personal motto.   A heavy hoof opened the door. His ears turned back while he held his noble head high. His all royal black coat glistened in the late afternoon sun. His face displayed a strong confidence and well-rounded cheek bones. His chestnut mane was thrown into the wind like a flag rippling in the winds of a tornado.   He was the image of picture perfect stallion.   That imaged faded the moment the door shut in a windswept fog that shrouded the stallion. It left as quickly as it came leaving behind Loki, dressed in his burgundy duster, his signature coif covering his head.   “Meat,” the filly said almost in a fevered voice. Her target was a glistening paper wrap with the unmistakable smell of flesh. Fenrir, being a master of the hunt, could even tell the type of meat. Rabbit. Her favorite.   “No,” Loki said as he made his way to the kitchen. “You will wait till I cook it first. I don’t want you eating raw meat.” He said as he set down several books and a newspaper.   The headline read; “Fifty Billion Bits in tax money unaccounted for. Insiders point hoof at Princess Luna's space program. 'I think I left my slippers up there... They're really comfy.'"   Fenrir went crest fallen, “Dad, let’s just bring mom back, I don’t like it here. It’s boring and there is no one to talk too. I want to go out and play!”   Loki sighed as he used his magic to start preparing the meat. Several seasonings from the spice rack came alive and started to season the floating rabbit chunks. “Look Fenrir, we can’t just go around in our true forms. You know how much of a riot it will cause if they found out.” He said as he walked over to the couch. “We need to keep it to a bare minimum to who knows.”   The moment Loki sat down, Fenrir leapt onto the free space of on his lap. Lying down, she sprawled on him  leaving her belly exploded for tummy rubs. “Dad, I’m bored though. Please can we go home soon?”   “We still have a little under two weeks Fenrir,” Loki said as he started to dragged his fingers across Fenrir’s belly her hind leg immediately started to rapidly kick the air.   A smile worked its way on Fenrir’s face, “Dad if I’m careful can I go out to play after dinner? Please? I want to run around.” Fenrir said in a slight squeak.   Loki thought for a moment. “Maybe for a bit, but I’ll need to disguise you. There is a storm coming from the east, so don’t go far from the inn.” Loki yawned. “Actually maybe when I get up. I forgot how much mortal bodies require sleep. Magic is so exhausting here.”   “No, now,” Fenrir whined, “I’m been cooped up inside since we got here.”   Loki sighed. “Your sisters never give me this much trouble.” He actually enjoyed these small moments. Loki took a moment to tend to the meat before willing it over the open flame of the stove.   Loki laughed a little to himself and used his magic to pick Fenrir off his lap. He then used a spell of his own creation. Fenrir, cradled by the energies of the spell, floated helplessly. She was for but a moment shrouded in a mist.  At that, Loki shut his eyes and gently tapped his chin with his index finger.   The mist faded quickly and in its wake a filly was floating where Fenrir once was. Her pink eyes still remained but her coat and mane and even a cutie mark were almost a copy for the mare of Loki’s affections   “Look, you are the spitting image of your new mother.” Loki said.   Fenrir tried to examine herself trying to get a good mental image of Twilight. “Dad this is a little creepy.”   Loki didn’t say a word before he tried the spell again sending his daughter in a dense mist. Now floating where the mini Twilight once was an alicorn, her mane was fire red and her coat was jet black.  “Look, now you're your own alicorn.” Loki stated. “I hear alicorns are in nowadays, they're popping up everywhere.”   Fenrir just looked at her father, “Dad I don’t know why but I hate this. Can we try again?”   Loki grumbled as a small trickle of sweat warded its way down his head. Again Fenrir was shrouded in Loki’s magic as he wrapped her in an illusion.  Her coat became a mixture of black and dusty grey. She had long, rich and soft looking crème white mane. He left her eyes the same shade of pink. To top it off, he gave her wings that were elegantly folded at her sides.   Loki could only admire his daughter for a moment before his eyes started to become heavy. “Eat and go play.” Loki said before he gave into exhaustion.   The moment Loki’s head touched the father soft couch, Fenrir fell to the carpet with a muffled thump. Fenrir blinked twice, examining the light blonde strands of hair that were covering her eyes. She blew them out of her face and quickly got to her hooves.   There were far more important things to worry about, like the rabbit meat that was still cooking. Fenrir took a moment to turn off the burner, many failed attempts to swat at the rabbit chunks out of the air. Dinner was finally served.   “Dad, can I have your share?” Fenrir called out. “Why sure you can Feni, I love you so much. You the best daughter ever and your way prettier than you other sisters.” Fenrir said in a deep voice as her mouth started to drool a little. “Ok!” She opened wide and bit down on the largest chunk.   Fenrir teared up a little as the flesh dance on her tongue, the spices slowly working down her throat. Then she started to chew, and chew, and chew. Her tummy was starting to protest hard as she tried, the meat would not decay.   Fenrir’s mouth was still packed with food; she opened up and looked in the small vanity mirror on the door. Her perfectly sculpted rows of incisors were now completely flat all the way to her back molars.   Fenrir spit the chuck of rabbit onto her plate and immediate trotted over to the couch. Place two sturdier hooves on her father’s rib cage she began to push. “Dad,” Fenrir whined. “Get up!”   Hmmmmmrrrrrp   Fenrir stomach groaned, almost to the point of her doubling over in on it.  She wanted, no, needed sustenance. . She pushed harder on her father. Loki show no signed of waking up.   That’s when she smelled it. Faint, but it was definitely there. Fenrir smiled as she realized her nose could still work just like when she was a wolf. After a little coaxing with her muzzle she found the scent.   It was a book. it had the most delicate smell of wild lavender. Once the scent was properly imbedded  into her memory, she could smell it forming from the coffee table. Several paperback books, each with a stallion printed on the cover.   She knew what that scent was it was the scent of the library where dad spent his day talking to mom. The train of thought hit her almost immediately. Mom was a pony, which means mom has pony food!   Thinking with her stomach the filly galloped full speed out the door. At least not before thought leaving a note like a good wolf should. Loki did teach her well.     ~~~   “Then I got caught in the rain, and I knocked on the door politely like dad taught me. No one opened up… then the mean thunder came and I broke the door. I’m sorry about that mom; I didn’t mean too I just got really scared.” The filly nudged into Twilight’s side, “You’re not mad at me are you?”   Twilight found it difficult to even imagine the story which she just heard. A pony able to change the shape of others at will. It wasn’t unheard of, but, Loki was an earth pony. Even she was the was result of a spell, her alicorn powers were basically the temperance of magic.  What worried Twilight the most, however, was that her curiosity was starting to get the better of her.   Again, the question of whether or not the filly was really really a wolf or not didn’t matter or the fact if Loki was some almighty god whom had fallen for her was irrelevant. The real question was simple.   How to get these two crazy ponies out of her mane?   “Look, Fenrir, I am flattered you want me as your mother, but I’m not ready to be one yet nor am I ready for a very special somepony.” Twilight said, trying her best to be straight. “I have my own duties to attend to and none—“   “Don’t worry. my dad isn’t a real pony. He thought you think he was more handsome as a pony. He can change, really fast too.” Fenrir stated by waving her hooves in the air. “Once we get back to dad’s place you can live in comfort. Dad doesn’t have maids anymore because my old mom squished them all but we can get new ones, un-squished ones!”   “Fenrir, it’s getting really late, I’ll bring down you a pillow and blanket for you and we can talk about this in the morning.” Twilight said trying her best to stifle a yawn.   A wide grin t almost connected Fenrir’s ears together. “Doesn’t that mean you believe—“   Twilight cut her off  with a hoof to Fenrir’s mouth. . “No, I’m just really tired right now and I really don’t want to walk back in the rain.” The news didn’t stifle the filly’s smile.   “Does that mean we're having a sleepover?” the filly squeaked. “This is my first one; can we have a pillow fight?”   Twilight groaned a little, this was looking to be a long night.   ~~~ Finally, after an hour of putting Fenrir to bed, Twilight had finally freed herself from her grasp. It wasn’t anything bad; it was just her endless questions. Most of the questions where simple enough, but almost all of them where romantic in origin.   Twilight had to admit one thing, Loki had this little filly almost completely brainwashed.   Twilight was almost sure of what Rarity had mentioned earlier. If this stallion was looking for a romantic life, he would most likely be going after the title that came with being her husband.   Now Twilight had taken a very unhealthy love for her bed. All the strain in her muscles seemed to melt away as she slipped underneath the covers. CRACK-ROOOOOOOOM-BOOM   The moment Twilight’s head hit the pillow, she heard the thunder crack  Lightning had struck somewhere near. It was by far the loudest Twilight had heard that evening.   Twilight took a deep, well practice breath before she closed her eyes.   The door of her room to cracked open. Twilight couldn’t move to turn her head; she lazily opened one eye.  Fenrir stood  at the threshold of the door. Her mouth held  the small dark blue pillow that she had given her to sleep on.   That last one must have sent her running. Twilight slid her back hooves over and pulled back the covers. She tapped the sheet twice By the second strike  the filly was already climbing onto the bed.Fenrir placed the pillow, snuggled against Twilight’s side. Twilight didn’t have the energy to even resist, as she closed her eyes.   Within moment both where snoring soundly, neither wishing to wake up as they both succumbed to the land of dreams.