//------------------------------// // Sugar! // Story: Running from Twilight // by Brony-Sibling //------------------------------// *Hey everyone! I’m writing a short bit from Twilight’s perspective this chapter! Just for fun! Sorry for the major delay! Life and the Muse haven't been cooperating recently... Also, remember that the last chapter had a visit from Terry Crews...* Twilight couldn’t help herself. *Squee!*instantly feeling heat rush to her cheeks as she blushes… Looking away from ‘Merica she reflects for a second. “Why? I… I mean… maybe he is a bit… better smelling. But that alone shouldn’t…” Twilight shakes her head to clear her mind. (You’ve got to focus Twilight! Convince America that it’s great living here! FOR EQUESTRIA!) Twilight then smiles encouragingly at America while playfully troting briskly down the castle hallway, America taking his huge human-sized strides and easily keeping up. “He’s got such powerful legs…” Twilight can’t help but think to herself. … clip clop clip clop…. “I wonder what his bare arms look like.” “Huh?” “What?” “Did you?” “Nope!” Twilight nervously blurts out. America skeptically raises an eyebrow at Twilight… “Umm….” (OHHORSEAPPLESINEEDTODISTRACT’MERI-) “-SO!” Twilight interrupts frantically, “Ever um…. Ever been to the Prancing Pony?” “Well… no?” ‘Merica says, shrugging his powerful shoulders. “Well then let’s go! You’ll just love this place! It’s just around the corner from the Castle!” Twilight nervously thinks to herself, pulling insistently on ‘Merica’s arm “I hope this works!” (Author note:Switch perspectives!) Twilight excitedly runs ahead of you as you’ve exited the castle just a short while ago, and as you wonder just what’s gotten into the little mare you’re met with a sight you’d never have expected from Twilight! She’s standing in front of.. A club. Like... a full-on, dance floor, DJ Pwn-3, club. There’s even a line of mares waiting to get in, with two stallions being let in infront of the rest. As you get closer, your ears suddenly are simultaneously assaulted, and made love to by the pounding beat. The beat swells louder as you approach the line, but as you reach the very end of it, Twilight excitedly waves you up to the front. Sliding between ponies, you make it to the front of the line, and the bouncer nods and promptly opens the door for you and Twilight. As you take a step inside, you can hear the ponies excitedly chattering behind you, “Was that Princess Twilight Sparkle? I heard this was her favorite spot!” “Who was that with her? I’ve never seen that species before!” Twilight excitedly grabs your hand and drags you forward, and suddenly you’re inside. A drink is suddenly in your hands, and Twilight giggles as she pulls you toward the front of the crowd. “Come on! They’ve got a great lineup tonight!” She happily yells. “You’re going to love it!” At the front, you can’t help but enjoy the pounding beat, and take a sip of your drink and you’re surprised! It’s cider… and suprisingly strong! You cough, and spit a little bit out, but not because of the alcohol… because you notice that Twilight suddenly starts… moving.While you don’t really know if you could legally call that dancing, she’s clearly loving it, and even though it’s very… different… her energy is infectious! This place is flowing through you, and suddenly, you CRUSH the cider in one gulp! Crushing the can effortlessly in your fingers, you suddenly begin using dance moves you never knew before. It’s like the music has become… part of you. You lose yourself it in, and just dance with Twilight. Ponies all around you form a circle and start cheering! The energy is electric, and Twilight’s dancing somehow makes sense here! You’re perfectly in synch with Twilight, and without saying anything, but sheerly through eye contact flow through a series of moves in perfect synch. You feel the end of the song, and both you and Twilight time the end of the song with a frontflip, landing face to snout, Twilight cradled effortlessly in your arms. Twilight smiles brilliantly, sweating and breathing heavily, and you grinning yourself, you bump “hooves” with her.. Twilight blushes, and quickly lets herself down from your arms, and gentle graps your hand. Sweating, you and Twilight take a bow to the cheering crowd, and Twilight leads you off the dance floor. “THAT WAS AMAZING!” She shrieks, “WHERE’D YOU LEARN TO DANCE LIKE THAT?!” She yells, leaning in just inches from your face to make herself heard. “I HAVE NO IDEA!” You yell back. “A VIDEO GAME MAYBE?” “MOST IMPRESSIVE!” Twilight yells, wiping sweat off her brow, “HOW ABOUT WE TAKE A REST?” “SURE!” You yell back, feeling a bit drained yourself. Twilight quickly pulls you into a VIP booth, and you both sit down, enjoying the slightly quieter part of the club.from the fully stocked and luxurious booth. You pop open another can of hard cider to qwench your thirst and gulp it down. *BWAH* You exhale in satisfaction after drinking most of the can.“Wow! That was amazing!” You gush, “I had no idea pony clubs are so… energetic!” “Hey! What else do you expert of a Sparkle?!” Twilight says, lightly punching your shoulder. “I know all the best places in Canterlot!” “Clearly!” You say grinning, “You’ll just have to show me those other places then!” as you happily bro-fist her shoulder. As you stare into Twilight’s eyes so close, you can’t help but admire the way the lights play across Twilight’s beautiful mane-cut. “It’s a deal!” Twilight laughs, playing with a strand of her mane. Suddenly, the music dims, and the DJ yells out, “Mares and Gentlecolts! You’re in for a treat tonight! Just for you… THE FLIGHT OF THE ALICORNS!” “Oh yay!” Twilight says, clapping her hooves quickly together in excitement. “These guys are amazing!” All goes quiet, and suddenly, the spotlight zooms in on two pegasus colts, with incredibly fake unicorn horns taped to their foreheads and flashy gold and silver pants. One quietly says to the other. "Check it out, the mares... they go crazy for my Sugarlumps." “Your what?” “The mares, they’re just checking out my sugarlumps.” Suddenly the beat drops, and one of the “Alicorns” begins to dance on the stage, making exaggerated grinding motions to the flashing lights. “Lemmie tell ya.” I see you girls checkin' out my trunks I see you girls checkin' out the front of my trunks I see you girls lookin' at my junk, then checkin' out my rump, then back to my sugarlumps. Suddenly the “Alicorns” have McHammer pants *poofed* on… and continue their grinding dances. When I shake it, I shake it all up You probably think that my pants have the mumps It's just my sugarlumps bump ba bump They look so good, that's why I keep 'em in the front Suddenly a platform elevates the “Alicorns” on stage, and begins spinning slowly as the colts lay seductively on jet black piano. All the ladies checkin' out my sugarlumps They drive the ladies crazy *Meanwhile a pair of colts are shooting sugarcubes into the audience’s mouths with some sort of… sugarcube gun. And yes, somehow it doesn’t suprise you that the sugar gun is pink* The colts resume their dance, while magically changing their pants to fit the lyics. All these bitches checkin' out my britches Put 'em in a trance when I wear track pants My dungarees make them hun-ga-ree They're over the moon when I don pantaloons *Both colts RIP off their pants-to many mares happily shrieking- to reveal two new sets of pants, which are somehow even MORE shiney than the McHammer pants!* “My sugarlumps are two of a kind - sweet and white and highly refined! Honies try all kinds of tomfoolery to steal a feel of my family jewellery! My cannonballs cause a kerfuffle - the ladies they hustle to ruffle my truffle! If you party with the Party Prince, you get two complimentary after-dinner mints!” *Suddenly the “Alicorns”, are joined by 10 other earth colts who begin backup dancing, shaking their… “sugarlumps” all the while in a gyrating line as a fog machine pours smoke into the audience.* “We see you girls checkin' out our trunks We see you girls checkin' out the front of our trunks We see you girls lookin' at our junk, then checkin' out our rumps, then back to our sugarlumps” Suddenly the colts are joined by a third colt in sweatpants and nerd BCGs. “Chillin' at my store, doin' my thing, when in walks a guy with his dick in a sling I'm like, "Holy bricks! What happened to you? He said, "How much will you give me for the family jewels?" I said "Ten coins"; he said "No way!" "Ten coins and a Plushie"; he said "Okay" And I took his sugarlumps and put 'em on display, and sold 'em as hacky sacks later that day!” *Suddenly 4 new sugarcube guns rise up from the stage, and begin raining sugarcubes down onto the ecstatic audience, all while the group continues singing...* “All the ladies they want a taste of my sugarlumps Sweet sugarlumps yeah! All the ladies they want a taste of my sugarlumps Sweet sugarlumps! Yeah..” And with that, the lights go down, and the, “Alicorns” fly out the doors above their screaming fans, shouting, “Ladies! Go get some sugar tonight!” Eyes wide in astonishment, and feeling just a bit buzzed from the hard cider, you look at the blushing Twilight Sparkle. “WHAT?!”