The breeze carries the faint scent of the Everfree Forest as it blows through your open window. You were so excited for the day to begin that you woke up just as Celestia’s sun started to peak over the horizon, bathing everything in fiery orange glow. It took you several weeks to mentally prepare yourself for what you were planning on doing today, and you still weren’t fully prepared. If everything went according to plan, you would be the happiest stallion in all of Ponyville, all of Equestria even! If it went wrong, however, you would lose everything you care about.
“You shouldn’t be this nervous,” you think to yourself. “Just act natural and you won’t have a problem.” You sigh deeply, trying to figure out why you’re so nervous. “You’ve had breakfast with her dozens of times. The only difference is that you’ll be asking to have dinner with her as well. That’s not a weird thing for friends to do every so often.”
“But what if she denies me? What if she realizes my true intentions and just wants to stay friends?” You sigh even deeper than before as you start to argue with yourself. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“You’ll never know unless you try.”
“I know that, but what would I do if-” Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. Quickly glancing outside, you realize that the sun has moved a great deal away from the horizon. In fact, you only have a few minutes until you’re supposed to head over to Sugarcube Corner for breakfast. Putting your mental debate on hold, you quickly rush to the door as another round of knocking resonates throughout your house. “Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’. Don’t get your tail in a knot.” You open your door and are greeted with a friendly smile.
“You ready to get some muffins before we head off to work?” Her smile grows even bigger as the thought of eating her favorite food enters her mind.
“If only I could find a way to make her smile like that,” you think to yourself. “A smile that could rival the brightness of Celestia’s sun. A smile that turns her already beautiful eyes into pools of liquid gold. A smile that-” You slam the brakes on your rushing thoughts, realizing that you were staring at her for quite a while, something you’ve been doing more and more lately. “Of course Ditzy, but first I had a question I wanted to ask you.”
“Oh? And what would that be?” She asks you with a knowing smile, almost as if she was expecting you to ask the question that would either lead to the luminance of your world, or its destruction.
You close your door and lock it, taking extra time to calm your rapidly increasing heart rate. You turn around and lock eyes with her good one, the other eye lazily looking around. “I was wondering if-”
Your question is abruptly cut off by Ditzy, who quickly takes to the sky as she speaks, “I’m so sorry.” She suddenly flies away as the earth starts to shake, opening a crack in the ground that swallows your entire essence, plunging your mind into complete darkness.
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“Hey! Wake up!” You feel somepony shaking you, along with a sadness stricken voice screaming to get your attention. “For the love of Celestia, please wake up!” Shaking off the last bit of your grogginess, you sit up trying to figure out what’s going on. Your head still feels like it’s in a vice, which only gets doubled when a blue-gray blur tackles you back to the ground, slamming your head against the earth as you fall. “Ohmigosh I was so worried!” Her face clearly expresses her fear, wet tears flowing like rivers down her face. Once again, your heart erupts into pain at the sight of her crying. She starts to speak again, chocking up at certain points. “I…I don’t remember falling asleep and when I woke up you were just lying on the ground and… and I thought the worst. I…I…I…”
She stops trying to explain herself as she wraps her forelegs around your neck as tightly as she can, crying into your mane. You don’t try to say anything to her, allowing her to release all of her tears. You can still feel your dream floating at the fringes of your mind, slowly disappearing like the rest of your memory. You’re sure it was important somehow, but you can’t recall any information about it. As you wait for her to calm down, you notice that it’s a little past mid-day, the sun only just beginning its descent towards the horizon.
Ditzy eventually stops crying and separates from you, sitting on her haunches. “I’m sorry I overreacted. I was so worried that I’d lost you again.” She looks at you with blood-shot eyes that cause her beautiful eyes to look duller than usual. Beautiful eyes? Where the hay did that thought come from? Eventually you realize she’s speaking again and rush to push the thought from your mind.“I know that head injuries may look fine on the outside, but there’s still a danger of swelling on the inside causing damage or……death.”
She starts to tear up again, so you place a reassuring hoof on her shoulder. “It’s okay Ditzy. We’re not in the best situation right now and I’m not doing much to help. It's understandable that you'd be upset right now.” You sigh deeply before you continue. “Maybe if I had my memory I wouldn’t be so useless. I could actually-”
“Now you hold on a minute,” she suddenly interrupts while glaring at you with the same intensity as when you first woke up, “It’s not your fault you lost your memory. Besides, you’re not useless,” her face turns a very dark shade of red as she blushes, “You’ve done a very good job comforting me when I…start to…umm…freak out.” The last part was barely whispered, her embarrassment getting the better of her. “Besides, it’s my fault that the boat began to sink.”
“Wait a minute,” you raise your voice as you talk, causing her ears to drop down. “How the hay is the boat sinking, or anything that happened to us your fault?” If you didn’t get to blame yourself, then you won’t allow her to either.
She doesn’t say anything at first, and you start to think that you’ve upset her by raising your voice. Before you get a change to apologize, she starts to talk. “Bad things have a…habit…of happening around me. Either from my eye causing me to be a klutz, or from a run of bad luck that follows me like a curse, something always goes wrong when I’m around. You would know if you had all of your memory.” She looks down dejectedly as she finishes talking.
You stare at her, shocked that she could possibly think everything is her fault. “Well then, you know what I think?” She looks up at you momentarily before letting her eyes drop back to the ground.
You put a hoof under her chin, forcing her to look into your eyes. “I don’t believe in bad luck or curses, and if I don’t believe in it, it can’t affect me,” you say firmly, before continuing. “So I don’t think that caused the ship to sink.” You give her your best smile, willing her to receive your feelings that it’s not her fault. “Also, who cares if you’re a klutz? Your eyes are what make you who you are, they’re your special quality, and I happen to love your eyes.” You blush slightly as you finish. Why am I blushing, You think to yourself, it’s normal for friends to complement each other, right?
You suddenly notice that Ditzy is blushing quite heavily as well, and you’re worried that you’ve embarrassed her. Just as you're about to apologize for the second time that day, you realize she’s trying hard to hold in her laughter. When she gets a good look at your confused expression, she can no longer hold it and begins to laugh. You suddenly realize that since you woke up without your memory, you’ve never heard her laugh. It’s so calm and peaceful that it instantly calms your heart and seems to almost pull a memory forth.
“I’m sorry,” she finally says once the laughter has all but stopped, “I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just that your choice of words is quite uncanny.”
“What do you mean ‘uncanny’?”
“You remember how I said we’d been friends since school right?” You can only nod, not knowing where she’s going with this story. “Well, it’s just that you used a similar choice of words when you first met me then.” She smiles fondly as she recalls the memory.
You respond with a simple, “Is that so…” Now you’re positive that a memory is about to form, it just needs a little more coaxing. “Ditzy, could you tell me how we met?”
“Of course I could, but may I ask why?”
“I just want to hear the story is all.” You decide to not mention that your memory may be returning. That way, she doesn’t get her hopes up only to have them come crashing down if it doesn’t return.
“Okay.” She shifts her position so that she’s lying down in a more comfortable position. Taking the hint that this will be a long story, you do the same. “Well, it was the first day of school, and I was excited to make new friends. This was before I realized that my lazy eye would make my school life pretty hard. My mother never explained it to me, so when the other fillies started to make fun of my looks, I was traumatized. They said things that still haunt me to this day.” She starts to tear up and you prepare to comfort her. The tears quickly pass and she continues the story.
“I was so upset that I ran into the school and straight into our class, which happened to be-”
“Mrs. Sunshine’s?” You say the name before you even think, not entirely sure where you pulled it from.
“Y-Yes, actually.” She gives you a questioning look but continues the story. “She quickly realized that I was upset and asked me what’s wrong. After she heard everything, she decided to put me in the desk closest to her, just in case anything happened. Something sure did happen, just not in class.” She pauses to stare at you for a second. The next part of the story obviously involves you.
“We were just about to start class and Mrs. Sunshine was taking roll. Everyone was there except for a certain colt,” Once again, she pauses to stare at you. You barely notice because you’re so focused on a surfacing memory that’s right on the edge of remembrance. “Everything was fine in class, so I thought that maybe, just maybe, school would be okay. As the minuted passed, I slowly started to enjoy school. Class was fun, Mrs. Sunshine was really nice, and I wasn’t having trouble with the lessons. That all faded when we went to lunch.” Your head starts to pound as the memory of that day is slowly forced back into your brain.
We all went outside, and I was ready to enjoy the lunch my mother made. I tried to sit with some other ponies from our class, but they all walked away from me. I tried again and again and it always happened. Eventually I settled on eating alone, my stomach was rumbling and lunch was almost over. That’s when you showed up.” Once again, she stares at you. This time, however, she’s wearing a smile as she recalls your first meeting. You can barely hear her at this point, the pain in your head almost overshadowing everything else.
“Out of nowhere, you show up. One minute I was alone, and the next you’re standing there. After all the other ponies made fun of me, I was afraid of you. But you just sat there and stared at me. I was about to ask you to leave when another colt showed up. He took my lunch from me and started eating it. Right in from of me.” Suddenly, the pain slowly starts to disappear, and you remember the whole day. Your head still hurts too much to speak, so you let her continue the story.
“After everything I went through that day, I just sat there. Too afraid, too tired, and too upset to really do anything. That’s when you stepped in for me. You yelled at him to give me my lunch back. When he question asked why he should, you whispered something to him and he ran away. Sadly, he never gave me my lunch back.” She pauses as she thinks. “You know, you never did tell me what you told him.”
You remembered. You remembered! You had made up some bluff about being related to the mayor and that you’d get his family kicked out of Ponyville. Ditzy continues the story, unaware that you remember that day. “I started to cry. I hadn’t cried all day, no matter how much I hurt. I was called names I never heard of, and was shocked when I found out what they meant. But I never cried.” She was really crying now, not even bothering to wipe the tears away with her hooves. They were tears of joy, and she proudly let them slide down her face.
“And then you, the little colt who missed half of school because he slept in,” she giggles as she says this, which also brings a smile to your face, “stood up for me, somepony you didn’t even know. When I asked you why you did it, you told me-”
“I didn’t like to see pretty girls upset.” You smile sheepishly as she stares at you in awe. You continue the story before she says anything. “After that, I asked you why you were so upset. You told me everything that happened and how the others made fun of your eye and I responded with, ‘Your eyes may look goofy, but they’re your eyes. And I think they’re pretty.’ I then gave you the muffin I was going to eat for lunch because you didn’t get yours. We’ve been best friends ever since.
As you finish the story, Ditzy tackles you in a flying hug which causes both of you to roll over in the sand. By the time you finish rolling, she’s sitting on top of you, looking down at you with a huge grin, “When did you start to remember? Actually, how much do you remember?”
“I remembered because of your laugh!” You laugh like a mad pony, not caring if you sound crazy. "As soon as that memory came back, all the others one's just followed. Thanks to your beautiful laugh." She looks away embarrassed and you take the opportunity to switch positions, with you on top of her. You lean down until your nose touches hers. “And I remember everything, Love.” At the sound of your pet name for her, she suddenly gasps. You take this opportunity to place your lips on hers, quickly sneaking your tongue in to meet with hers, just like you’ve done multiple times before. It only takes a moment before she starts to push back against you with enough force to reverse your positions again. Normally you’d put up more restraint, but after everything she went through in the past few hours, you happily allow her to take the lead.
She looks at you with a silent plea of thanks, knowing that you could take control if you wanted to, but were willing allowing her to stay on top. She closes her eyes and resumes the heated session. As she greedily attacks your lips, you move your hooves across her back, slowly massaging her body. Every muscle is tense, thanks to recent events. You continue working each muscle until it’s completely relaxed, making sure to avoid the area around her wings. You’ll save that for last. At some point, Ditzy gave up on attacking lips. Instead, she entrusts her body to you, slowly losing strength in her legs until she’s completely on top of you.
With her body completely drained, you lean down and whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for the best part?” She’s too weak to even answer, so you plant a quick kiss on her lips before massaging around the base of her wings. Her legs instantly try to stiffen, but she’s so relaxed that nothing happens. Instead, she’s trapped on top of you as you slowly increase the pressure in your hooves.
Her moans steadily increase until they’re screams of pleasure. Good thing we’re on an island, you think. We’d wake up the whole town otherwise. Setting your mind back to the current task, you press down with enough force to push her over the edge, her entire body shivering in pleasure.While she comes back down from the intense pleasure, you gently stroke her mane, causing her to relax even further. After a while, as she basks in the afterglow, she slowly wraps you in her wings before peppering your face with kisses. She rests her head on your chest and starts to fall asleep. Wrapped in the warmth of her wings, you follow her example. Right before you fall sleep, you hear her say something.
“What was that, Love?
“I said,” she sighs before continuing. “I’m so sorry.”
You look down at her face and see tears in her eyes.