A Pony a Day

by OfTheIronwilled


Concrete (8/22/2016)

Twilight sighs out into the emptiness of her castle, a book cracked open on the desk in front of her. A few more sit in a stack at her side, smelling of dull ink and dust, but she doesn't worry about those for now. Nope! No projects or assignments, no organization, just a peaceful day of contemplative study. Spike even made her tea! From that special packet of jasmine in the back of the cupboard!

Oh, this is just great. Now Twilight just has to kick back, relax and--

Twilight's door smashes inwards in a tremendous smash -- all around her the bookshelves wobble, and the book in front of her muzzle shuts on its own, as if it were scared. Twilight squeaks and tries to blink, but then in a split second there are hooves clasping her cheeks, shaking her in a panicked fervor.

"Twilight! Quick! Where did I put my concrete mixer?!"

"I-- Pinkie?? What--"

Pinkie gasps and grabs Twilight by the shoulders. "Oh, you're right! I should have checked Gummy's hiding spot first! I mean, of course he would have put it under that secret cave under Town Hall."

"A-- there's a what underneath--"

Twilight squeals as Pinkie Pie suddenly dips her down. Twilight's mane cascades to fall gently against the crystal; Pinkie Pie glides a gentle hoof down the side of Twilight's face, and rests it hotly at the center of her fluffy chest; Pinkie whispers something so quiet, so soft, so sultry in Twilight's ear.

In Prench. Twilight doesn't know any Prench.

"Anyway, thanks, Twilight! I mean, who knows what would have happened if I didn't have my concrete mixer?"

And... apparently Twilight is sitting on the floor now? How... how did she...

Pinkie giggles. The door closes.

Yeah. Well, that's... that's Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie, all right.

...Yeah........ You know, Twilight's just gonna... lay on the floor for a while...