//------------------------------// // Want // Story: Things you don't want to know // by SkuzlBuTt //------------------------------// ‘No-no-no-no-no-no-no!’ Twi hid the diary in panic. ‘I don’t want to know! It was just my imagination! Did you see anything?..’ ‘Who!’ ‘No, you didn’t! There wasn’t anything there. The diary is over. Just as my patience. Enough.' ‘Who!’ the owl flew over to the wardrobe being clearly intrigued about the last drawing. ‘Hey!’ Twilight rudely moved him away with her magic, ‘Where are you going? Private notes are called so because nopony is allowed to look through them, is that clear?’… Annoyed, Owlicious pecked the unicorn mare’s leg and reached for the diary again. 'Ow! No-no-no!’ she carried the disgruntled bird back to the perch, ‘There’s nothing there that’s worth my attention, or yours!’ ‘Who!’ ‘No, I’m another matter entirely. I read his notes purely for his sake. And you want to peek at it for selfish motives,’ she continued talking the owl away. ‘Who!' ‘Stop it! So there’s A…’ Twi swallowed convulsively, ‘…a bunny sitting between Shy’s hind legs in the picture, it doesn’t at all mean that’s Angel!’ Owlicious looked at her dourly. The unicorn mare bit her lip, pondering something. ‘Yet, who else can it be except for him?.. After what Shy told me, there aren’t many… other variants to go around.’ ‘All in all… Hey!’, deep in thought, she didn’t notice Owlicious darting back to the wardrobe. ‘We DON’T’ want to know what is depicted here, got it? Let’s say Angel… any other bunny is lying between Fluttershy’s… Ahem! Hind legs, and resting. And Shy’s throwing her head back in pleasure because she… uuuuhm... basically, she is looking at the ceiling and yawning, see?... Celestia, what a bunch of hooey’ Twilight touched a hoof to her forehead. The unicorn mare snatched the book away from the frowning owl and brought it to her. “The idea for today’s drawing formed when I was peeping at Fluttershy.” “Ooh…” * * * ‘…Just give it a try! This stuff really relieves tension!’ – Dash stretched out a hoof with a mug of hard cider. ‘No, thanks, Rainbow,’ Twilight refused the offer softly, ‘You know my stance on alcohol.’ ‘One mug won’t do much harm to your head, Twi…’ ‘Of course it will! Even one mug can cause structural change to a pony’s body, and… ’ The pegasus mare rolled her eyes. ‘Okay, okay, I got it. Just stop. But, you know, even Shy took a sip. You could follow her example. It’s cider season after all.’ 'Ahem-ahem!” Twilight fixed her with a defiant stare, “And let us recall, who gave her cider instead of juice, huh?..’ ‘I don’t know who you’re talking about!’ Dash gave a laugh and flew back to the partying crowd. The unicorn shook her head and turned to Fluttershy. She didn’t celebrate with the others, but lay down beside a small fence, singing a simple tune under her breath. ‘Fluttershy? Are you alright?’ the approaching unicorn asked with worry. The Pegasus looked at her absently. ‘What?..’ ‘How are you feeling?’ – Twi asked again, raising her voice a bit. ‘Huh.. Wonder-hiccup-ful’, Shy mumbled inaudibly, smiling at something. ‘Yeah.. that’s Dash and her ‘relieves tension’ for you!’ – Twilight mocked. ‘Tension.. Angel always relieves my… hiccup… tension.’ Fluttershy stammered out, staring somewhere. ‘What?..’ ‘He’s my little… my very best… errm.. tension reliever!’ the pegasus chuckled softly, blushing somewhat. ‘A-a-and I still don’t get you.’ ‘What did Rainbow say?.. One mug won’t hurt me much? Won’t hurt much my flank.’ When I get tired after a long da.. hiccup! My bunny sits down between my hind legs and…’, Shy’s cheeks burned red, ‘Te-hee hee.. hiccup.. and makes me feel so good I.. ’ Twilight opened her eyes widely, lips curled in surprise. ‘Alright, Fluttershy’, the mare looked around, ’Let me see you home, before somepony hears you.. especially Dash.’ ‘B-but.. hiccup.. I’m not tired!’, the tipsy Pegasus whined. ‘Let’s go’, Twilight lifted her friend up with her magic, ‘Or you won’t hear the end of it tomorrow.’ ♫I have a little bunny Whose ears are soft as silk His eyes are round as saucers His coat as white as milk My bunny cannot talk to me But only twitches his nose I can tell when he’s happy As twitchety-twitch he goes…. ♫ Twi carried the drunken pegasus on her withers, who was humming happily all ride long. ‘Princesses, how did I deserve this?..’ * * * ‘It’s good nopony but me heard her. And even better, she forgot everything the next day. But, how I am supposed to get it out of her head’, Twi thoughь turning the diary over musingly in front of her. ‘Who!’ ‘Alright! We’re going to read it some more. But then again, it’s all for Spike’s sake. We need to find out how the poor guy took in this …spectacle’, she jerked “Frankly speaking, I never expected this from Angel. Usually, this bunny is such a pain, this little restless bandit. Fluttershy has not once tried to convince me he’s not what he seems to be at first glance.. But before today I’ve never imagined how.. um.. “sensitive” he can be. And what a ‘strong bond’ he shares with Fluttershy.” “So it went like this: I came to her house and knocked the door. But nopony answered me. So I decided to peek at the window to make sure nopony’s home. And here’s what I saw. Fluttershy sprawled on a couch (I know her couch is green, but I’ve run out of green color) and Angel was sitting between her hind legs and doing… what I never saw him doing.” ‘Oh, Spike…’ “It’s hard to believe it. Angel! Massaged! Her! Legs! Can you believe it?... This little egotist did something for Shy! Frankly, I was shocked. And tried to draw it, of course. Failed to observe proportions, but I’m working on it. But that’s the idea – get better at drawing.” ‘A-ha’, Twilight swallowed, ‘Massage... Shy was talking about massage... That explains a lot.’ ‘Who!’ ‘Well, at least she didn’t order the “Widespread infections” book for... Herself. Because thought about consulting the Princess on the matter. Without mentioning names, of course’, the unicorn smiled sheepishly. ‘Who!’ ‘What? The Princess has ruled for many years. Surely she had to deal with such matters.’ ‘Who-who!’ ‘NO! I didn’t mean ‘dealing personally’. I mean… ‘Who!’, the owl cheered up. ‘Oh, stop it. Let’s finish this debate. Shy’s okay, Spike is too, and…’, with these words, Twi turned the page of the diary. And, jaw dropped, gazed upon the new ‘piece of art’. ‘Somepony had a ‘good time’ too, huh?!’