//------------------------------// // Making out by GoG ToXiC // Story: Dark Paradise 2: The Twiluna prompt tag collab // by Majora //------------------------------// Twilight grimaced as she used her magic to bring the shot glass to her lips for what must have been the fourth time that evening, knocking back the liquid patience as though it was second nature. Celestia was right; the alcohol was a good idea. It wasn’t that she regretted offering to acclimatize Luna with modern Equestrian vernacular… She just hadn’t expected Luna to be this out of date. “And we have been informed by Tia that this ‘hanging out’ is not a new method of execution?” Twilight nearly spat out her drink. “Execution? Execution’s been outlawed in Equestria since” she couldn’t put her hoof on the number, but she was sure it was a large one. “Since forever!” Luna stared at her. “Truly?” Twilight nodded. It made her uncomfortable to even think about… that. Luna adopted a thoughtful disposition. “Perhaps our ponies feared us not for the night, but for the widespread execution of all who opposed our foreign policy?” Twilight blinked. “T’was a joke, Twilight Sparkle.” “Oh.” Twilight laughed nervously. “It wasn’t very funny.” Luna sighed. “Perhaps we should move on, Twilight Sparkle. It appears our sense of humour does us no favours this evening. What of the phrase ‘to make out’? We believe it merely meant ‘to see’, but Tia tells us it has adopted a new meaning? We are… confused, as to what meaning such a simple phrase could develop?” Yes. The alcohol was definitely a good idea. Slowly, she refilled her empty glass, bringing the drink to her muzzle delicately before slamming it back in a single gulp. “Twilight? Thou hast adopted a most peculiar crimson hue. Are you unwell?” I will be in the morning, Twilight didn’t say. “Making out is…” she stumbled on her words slightly, though she was more than happy to attribute the effect to the alcohol in her system. “It’s… umm… It’s hard to describe. It’s when two ponies-” Luna cut her off. “Perhaps it would be easier if you showed me?” Twilight didn’t remember Luna being so close before. In fact she was quite certain they hadn’t been muzzle to muzzle before. The lidded eyes were new too, she considered. Of course, Luna’s suggestion certainly made sense. The show don’t tell rule applied to things like this, didn’t it? Twilight could feel her body heating up as Luna held her gaze. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was both. Probably both. She probably didn’t have the vocabulary to properly explain it anyway. Luna leaned forward. Nope. She definitely didn’t have the vocabulary. Twilight gracelessly pressed her lips against the lunar diarch’s, misjudging the amount of force needed entirely and knocking Luna backwards to the balcony floor, wings splayed out behind her. Twilight paid the jarring impact no heed as she fell into the moon’s open embrace. - - - Twilight didn’t want to wake up. She could feel the sun beating down upon her, and the splitting headache that always followed a night involving alcohol. Intuition and experience told her that letting the two join forces could only end in disaster. She’d fall back asleep if she could - her dreams had been particularly wonderful and lucid - but the rhythmic breathing of her pony shaped mattress was distracting enough to keep that from being an option. The breath tickling her ear was also rather off putting and- … Twilight let one eye creep open. Twilight closed it again, and ordered her mind to reboot. She confirmed that all higher functions were operating as smoothly as she could reasonably demand of them under the duress of a hangover, and let the eye sneak open again. Logic dictated that once she’d eliminated all other possibilities, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Wings… Check. Horn… Check. Crescent moon emblazoned on flank… Check. She was reasonably certain Luna hadn’t relapsed, and ‘soulless being of hate eternal’ wasn’t checked off on the mental checklist, so it wasn’t Nightmare moon. Suddenly the lucid dreams made a great deal more sense. “Good morning Twilight Sparkle,” a mirthful voice whispered into her ear. Twilight’s eyes snapped open, and she desperately tried to blink away the blinding stream of light doing its best to impale her skull. “I must say, I found last night’s study session to be most rewarding, but I’m ashamed to say I forgot one of your lessons. I believe it was… the last one?” Twilight had regained enough vision that she didn’t miss Luna’s suggestive wink at her. “Perhaps there could be a morning review?” Twilight blinked. She looked at her mental agenda for the week. Spend the night making out with Princess Luna was checked. Below it, Spend the morning making out with Princess Luna had yet to be accomplished. Twilight nodded and leaned forward.