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// Discovered Plans 
// Story: Dancing in the Twilight 
// by Mindpalace 
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Moon Dancer walked over to her desk. She picked up a parchment and quill with her magic. She tried to think logically. What part of the plan went wrong?

She screamed.

She threw the quill at the wall. Then the parchment. She picked up a book and threw it at the door. She picked up a stack of books and threw them at her shelf. She picked up a neat stack of parchment and threw it at the ground, stomping on it.

The next thing she picked up was a picture of Twilight.

Technically it was a picture of Twilight, Moon Dancer, and the rest of their friends. It was the one Spike and Twilight had originally planned to give to Moon Dancer on her party. But the only pony the mattered on it, as of the moment, was Twilight.

Moon Dancer sank down onto her desk and began to cry. She had failed. Why couldn't she say it? She had wanted to say it the entire night, and yet the words had stuck on her throat. She didn't understand.

"Moon Dancer?"

Moon Dancer looked behind her to see Twilight with a concerned look on her face.

"Moon Dancer, are you okay?" she asked.

Moon Dancer lifted her glasses with her magic, wiping away her tears. "What are you doing here?"

"I left my quill." She moved to sit next to Moon Dancer and put a hoof on her shoulder. "Whats wrong?"

"I tried to tell you Twilight, I tried. But I guess I was to afraid. I couldn't say it. The words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I tried. I really did. But I couldn't."

Twilight looked at Moon Dancer, confused. "You tried to tell me what?"

Moon Dancer looked up at Twilight. There was no denying it now, no matter how much she wanted to. 

She was in love with Twilight. 

She wouldn't be as distraught as she was if she wasn't. She had to accept the fact. This wasn't just a crush. This was actual, legitimate, full blown love.

Maybe, now that she had accepted it, she could say it.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could do this. She had to do this. She wanted to do this.

"Nothing."

Twilight looked at Moon Dancer concerned. She had come back to get her quill, and had found Moon Dancer crying on her desk. There had to be something wrong. "It can't be nothing. Come on, Moon Dancer, you can tell me anything. I'm your friend."

Moon Dancer stood up. She lifted her glasses with her magic and wiped away a tear with a hoof, then set the glasses back on her face. She looked at Twilight, at the pony she loved. "Twilight, I..."

"Yes?"

"I lo-love y-you."

Moon Dancer internally cringed. That had sounded horrible. To cliche. 'I love you'? Really? She looked at Twilight, watching for her reaction. Would she be shocked? That seemed to be what happened in her books.

She didn't expect what happened next.

"Of course you love me! I already knew that."

"Y-you did?"

Twilight smiled. "Of course! We're friends after all."

"Um, Twilight?"

"Yes?"

"I didn't mean as a friend."

Twilight looked at Moon Dancer, first with a confused look.

Then a blank look.

Then a look of realization.

Then she blushed furiously.

"Oh, um, well, w-well then, okay..." Twilight had a hard time putting her words together, understandably so. It wasn't every day somepony confesses their love for you.

"W-well?" Moon Dancer asked sheepishly.

Twilight, who was never really good when put under too much pressure, did the first thing that popped into her head.

She leaned forward and kissed Moon Dancer.

It had been a fleeting kiss. Nothing to deep or sensual. But it was a kiss none the less.

Twilight pulled back. "Oh, oh Celestia, Moon Dancer, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

Moon Dancer responded with a kiss of her own.

Her kiss lasted much longer than Twilight's, with the signature intensity of a pony who was in love and had never experienced the emotion before. When Moon Dancer pulled back, she was panting. 

"So are we dating now? Isn't that how this works?" she asked.

Twilight took a while before answering.

"Yea, I think so."





Twilight was back in her castle in Ponyville, lying on her bed. Spike was sleeping nearby, his slight snores loud in the otherwise quite room. Celestia would be raising the sun soon, and Twilight had been up all night, but she didn't feel sleepy. She had to many thoughts running through her head. Just a few hours ago Moon Dancer had confessed her feelings to her, and had even kissed her.

Of course, Twilight had kissed first, but that was a beside the point.

Twilight rolled over in her bed. She had never been in a relationship before, at least not romantically. Sure, she had crushes,  but she had never acted on them before, not like Moon Dancer had. Knowing Moon Dancer, she had probably planned out the entire thing.

But that didn't explain why she had found her crying on her desk.

Twilight resolved to ask Moon Dancer about it. She cared for her, and now, with Moon Dancer's feelings revealed to her, cared for her more than ever. 

Twilight closed her eyes. What happens next? Do they begin dating? Would this work out? How should Twilight act?

Twilight imagined that this was probably what Moon Dancer had felt like. Worried. Anxious. Planning, trying to make sure everything goes right. 

As she finally began to drift of to sleep, Twilight was struck with a thought. A question.

Did she love Moon Dancer back?