Twilight couldn't even imagine what surprise she will find during a simple cleaning. Who would thought that her "number one assisnant" has a personal dairy? But secrets should remain secrets, isn't it?
Twilight couldn't even imagine what surprise she will find during a simple cleaning. Who would thought that her "number one assisnant" has a personal dairy? But secrets should remain secrets, isn't it? On the other hoof... What secrets could Spike have? What can hide little innocent dragon from her? Or... not so innocent?
This is translation from Russian of this story Thanks to flyinggirl, ocalhoun, Flcferret, Lord Vinder , Zervziel and Allottho for Proofreading. Special thanks to bolk37:)
"Sort the books by the letter P, check!" cheerfully sang Twilight, checking another item off the list. "Le-et's see, what's next?" The unicorn glanced down at the list. 'Tidy up the second floor,' she read. "That'll only take five minutes!" Confident, the librarian began to climb the stairs.
However, as it turned out, she had been overconfident. Cleaning up the mess made by her 'number one assistant,' was one hell of a task. It was all over the floor, and to the main hall of the library. Bits of long since eaten cookies could be seen scattered throughout the floor. Looks like Spike's love for tidiness was limited only to the central rooms of the library.
“Oh, Spike,” Twilight whispered with a smile, “Looks like I have to give you an earful, don't you think?” Unicorn noticed to herself, sweeping out litter, crammed under Spike's sleeping basket. Did he really think that she wouldn’t notice?? Naive little dragon. Nothing is hidden from the keen eyes of Princess Celestia’s personal student. As soon as he got home, the poor dragon would be in for a surprise.
"Phew," sighed the mare. "Spike has a lot of stuff." While Twilight paused to take a breath, she leaned on the wardrobe, inadvertently moving it from where it stood. A loud and harsh creak came from the wardrobe as it moved a couple inches. Examining the inside of it, so as to make sure it was still alright, Twilight found something, that caught her eye: a pile of paper, fallen out from behind of the piece of furniture.
"Well, well, well," Twilight noted, realizing that the stack papers turned out to be lists she had made. "So you said, you didn't know what happened with your to-do list from Monday, huh?" She said, blowing dust from the list in question. Curious as to what else she might find, she kept looking in the wardrobe. Behind all the papers, scraps and shreds that remained, there lay a little book. Bringing it closer so she could better see it, Twilight neighed in surprise for on the cover of the book, was a crude drawing, made in crayons, as she assumed, that depicted herself and a Spike on her back. Drawing was carefully attached to the book with a few strips of the tape by the corners, to keep it in place.
“A-a-and… what might this be?” asked Twilight, as Owlowiscious flew over to her. “Who?” “Hmmm,” she mused with a sheer curiosity, and opened the book.
"...My thoughts and actions. I hope to get the hang of it. Practicing further, I will reach my goal, and I can do it in the way I want. I only hope that Twilight won’t find these records. Unfortunately..."
Twilight slammed the book. It was not just simple records, but a personal diary. And it was clear to her that she should not read it. Secrets should remain secrets, unless somepony wished to tell them.
"I shouldn’t read this," Twilight said to Owlicious, her voice filled with hesitation. She closed the wardrobe and moved it back into its original position. "These are his personal entries, and I wouldn't want anyone to read my own. Then again, I don't have anything really personal written down" Twilight noted, a blush showing on her cheeks. "B-but if I did, then I wouldn't be happy if someone. But if Spike actually have them..."
The unicorn looked around the cabinet, not sure of what she should do. "Oh, seriously, who am I kidding? What secrets could Spike have? He's like my little brother; we’ve never had any secrets from each other, right?" Twilight asked into her empty room. "Who!" Owlowiscious said. Twilight wasn't sure what he said, but she assumed he was agreeing with her.
Twilight fidgeted in place, uncertain what to do. At first she was merely curious, but now she had a burning need to read the book. Before her, in her own library, was a book unread. A book, which she had no right to read. But that only fuelled unicorn’s interest. Somewhere, behind the cabinet the most intimate secrets of her assistant were laying. It screamed to her, like the forbidden fruit from the old stories, it called to her with its inaccessibility. Twilight looked around, hesitant as she stepped closer to the book.
“I shouldn't be reading this, right?" “Who," her feathered companion nodded. "But, on the other hoof, what if Spike is hiding something very important? What if he needs help? And I can provide it, but what if the poor guy is just too afraid to ask?" She wondered, starting to convince herself. "Who!" Owlicious boomed out, his tone disapproving. He knew where her logic was leading her to. "If I do it, it is for his own good. I'll just look at first two pages, and if I don't see something very important, I'll close it-immediately!" Twilight declared, her mind made up. "Who!" Owlowiscious cried out, knowing full well that Twilight wouldn't stop. "No, no, no!" the lavender unicorn replied. "Honestly! This is for his benefit only, and it's only the first two or three pages, I promise." Owlicious puffed his feathers, clearly disappointed at the mare before him. "Well, let get this done with!" she said, opening the book again, her voice more excited than it had any right to be.
"Unfortunately, Twilight doesn't keep secrets as well as Pinkie does."
Twilight frowned, pursing her lips as she looked away from the book for a few moments before continuing on.
"No, that's not fair. Twilight could help me. She'd point out a book or two, but I'm sure she would have done everything in her power to help me. Twi's like a sister to me, she's good like that." The mare in question had to pause and smile; Spike thought of her like his sister. "But, even she has her limits. And I believe that she would be unable to resist in not speaking out to someone. So i turned to Pinkie--she must know something about what’s going on."
"Pinkie? What does she understand better than I would?" Twilight asked, hurt by what she had just read. Owlicious just spread his wings in bewilderment. The mare groaned. "Okay Spike, I'll just find out what Pinkie does better, and then I'll stop. Sounds fair, yes?" "Who," the owl hooted, his voice sad. He knew no matter how hard he tried, she was just going to go her own way. "Okay, now where was I?"
"...And today, she did what I asked her. For that, I am grateful."
As Twilight finished with the first page, she flipped it and saw the inset drawing.
And as her eyes saw the image, she slammed the book shut at a breakneck speed. For a couple of seconds, the unicorn could not utter a single word, or form a single thought.
"I. Well, that was unexpected," she said with a slight tremor in her voice, as her cheeks blushed a bright red.
"Who!" The owl replied, distracting Twilight from the mental image.
"So, whatever it was," Twilight began, trying to think empathically. "It's none of my business. If Spike didn't want to tell me, it must be because he had a good reason. It is, it is serious." She flew the diary back behind the cupboard with her magic ready to move on.
"I cannot pry into his personal life," she said, making her way to the stairs. "But Pinkie, oh Pinkie how could you? Spike is just a kid! How could you even agree to such a thing?" Her eyes returned to where the book was hidden, and just stared at it...
"How could you consent to such a thing? What did Spike say to you? Did you really think that this would be appropriate, that kind of help? Ooh." Twilight howled softly, her mind all over the place.
‘Although I'm not sure that my books have appropriate records of dragon anatomy, but still ... Discord. I got involved in that?’ - The unicorn asked herself ruefully. “Hoo!” Owlicious boomed, hinting that she got what she was asking for. “Stop that! I mean, I guess I did deserve this one, what with just reading his diary. But I had to!” Twilight noted. “Who!” “You know what? If he needs help in such matters, what kind of ‘sister’ would I be, if I didn’t lend moral support? He’s growing up and doesn’t have parents who could help him with this, so the responsibility falling on me!” Twilight said firmly. “And you shouldn’t go to Pinkie when you could go to me! Yes, it’s embarrassing. Yes, it’s shameful. But he should know that I always do my best to help him! Maybe not like Pinkie.” A crimson blush played on her cheeks. “But I will do everything in my power!” Twilight set out to read the diary again.
"I can’t imagine what I’ll do without her. As I thought, she does it very well, and she showed me how to do it too.”
Ohh…
"She told me that I need to practice it every day, for at least an hour a day."
The librarian winced.
"Yesterday, I did just that. While Twilight was engaged downstairs doing some nonsense, I took refuge on the second floor and did that."
“Oooh!..” - drawled Twi.
"It felt just like it did with Pinkie!"
“Spike! Oh, well, for Celestia’s sake!” the unicorn exclaimed, clutching her hoof to her face.
"Pinky twitched it exactly so!"
...
"Well, it was a hilarious sight. Although, truth be told, I was even a little sorry about it. She had a hard time. "
Seriously?
"Ha! Hard times indeed. Perfect description."
...No comment.
"Otherwise she will not shake this shaft so hard, trying to squeeze out a drop."
...Well, so vulgar.
"Perhaps, we should have started the drawing lesson first, not waiting till after the dinner."
Um. What?
"Then we would have avoided this embarrassing situation. We may spent more time at drawing without wasting half day at searching for least one drop of water for Pinkie. How she manage to mistake sugar with salt? On the other claw, if she didn’t do it - there wouldn't be any idea for a picture. It was a lot of fun to look, how Pinkie was rattling and shaking the faucet that ran out of water! Oh. Important note: do not mention that to her. She may take offence in this."
The unicorn froze in amazement. A drawing lesson. That was why Spike visited Pinkie? She taught him to draw? “Ooh…” Twilight sat down on the floor, carefully averting her eyes from the glaring owl.
“How could I ever imagine something, like this? It's ... Spike! Little innocent Spike. No, it's not him being vulgar, it's:” the mare frowned. “On the other hoof, can I blame myself? Well, what else could I imagine?” ... - Her face flushed briefly. “Yes, in general, anything. But, seriously? A faucet?”
Twilight carefully studied the drawing, twisting it in different directions.
“Yeah, I can see why you went to Pinkie. She might be able to teach you something. Proportions, for example. She did such a great job decorating AJ’s barn, you’ve found yourself great teacher. But I still don’t get why you would hide that from me. And what could happen if I told anyone about it? I don't know. Maybe I can get a clarification... - The mare flipped the page.
“WHO!” - Owlicious hooted angrily in her ear. “Yes, stop it! We've already figured out that he does not keep something wild here, so we can continue.” “Who!” Ah, yes... I did want to examine the contents, just because something serious... But! - She exclaimed excitedly, - In the light of those events, my sacred duty is to find out what Spike could consider an embarrassment!
Letting it all hang out everything Owlicious turned away, covering himself with a wing. Waste of energy. It's impossible to stop an intrigued unicorn.
"I have never seen ponies do something like ... I ... I don’t know what to think. It is so ... strange. "
"So!" The book flew back once again.. “I promised not to pry into his personal life, but to pry into the sexual tastes of my friends? No way! Neight.”
Owlicious watched silently as theflustered unicorn ran in circles around the room. “I never thought that Dash would ... and what about Derpy? Oh, she certainly is... a bit odd. But this is ... and with my friend, too? My ... friend ... “ Twilight froze, remembering the pegasus's recent visit.
* * *
“Done already? I didn’t expect you to return it this week. You take more time usually." “Well,“ Dash hesitated,“ I guess I learned to read faster? Anyway, I need the next part. What’s next?“ "Daring Do and the Half-Blood Princess." And it's wonderful, Rainbow! Increased reading speed only shows your personal development! You're doing fine.”
Pegasus looked away sheepishly, with an awkward smile. “So, do you have a sequel?“ “Of course! I have to find it first, though. I haven’t gotten a chance to sort my books in alphabetical order after Pinkie’s prank. That's not a big deal. Besides, I wanted to recatalogue my books for quite some time now, so don’t worry. I’ll look for it.”
... “Well, it’s simply impossible! Where could it go? I've found the whole series, except that one book. Where is it?” Twilight asked breathlessly. Rainbow watched her from the afar, not interfering with the search. As she later explained she didn’t want to make unnecessary confusion. Watching the unicorn's agitated scurry was rather funny.
"Maybe you could hang around here?" asked Twi nervously, bowing to explore the lower shelves, her rump raised high.
“Uh-uh,” came a voice from behind, “I think you need to look deeper.“
“Hmm ...“ Twilight mumbled, not looking back. “Yeah! Right! Here it is!”
She pulled the book free and gave it to Dashie, as the pegasus stared at her closely. “Thanks. Would you mind if I read here?” “Of course. Did I ever refuse you? Go ahead. Don't mind me, let me just clean this mess up.” Unicorn frowned, looking at the chaos around her that she caused.
Dash made herself comfortable as Twilight began sort scattered tomes. Rainbow peeked at Twilight fussing from time to time. She sorted books so enthusiastically, her muzzle began sweat. Dash giggled. “What?” Twi gave her a quzzical look. “Nothing. Go on”
* * *
“By the goddesses, Dash! You aren’t trying to say that all this time you had … attraction to me?” Twi whispered dumfounded. “So when I wiggled my rump as I searching for your book you were… ow… ow!” uttered the unicorn with a sad voice. “Who?” “So why were you snuggling with Derpy, not with m…” the mare shook her head. “Wait. Derpy! Now I know what you were doing in front of Spike...Oh!” Everything was clear to her now.
“I can't believe you did that in front of Spike. How many of your… tricks did he see?! Poor thing, what would happen to his fragile psyche? I... I must find out how he took it. What if he's scared for life?” asked Twilight. “Who?“ Owl said uncertainly.
The unicorn took a deep breath and opened the journal once again.
"This is a very... odd. Usually, ponies don’t do such things. And then ... However, this is how it happened. I was heading to the Rainbow’s house to pass her an invitation from Fluttershy. But when I came closer to her house, I heard strange... sounds. Over hill I heard some kind of huffing, mixed with occasional yelps. Intrigued, I went closer to the souce of the sound and saw Dash, rolling on the grass, with Derpy . "
Unicorn made a face.
"They were so engrossed that they didn’t pay attention to me. Rainbow was pressing Derpy until she screamed loudly. For a moment, I did not know what to think."
“Spikeywikie.“
"Plucking up my courage, I approached them quietly. Dash saw me, but didn’t stop riding on the post-mare. "
“Oh come on!” "When I tried to separate them, Rainbow growled at me, so I immediately dismissed that idea ."
Twilight gnashed her teeth at the thought of such activities in front of Spike. "Oh come on!"
“I asked what was going on, and I found out that it was because of Derpy.”
“Even so? Hmm… ”
"It turned out that Dash was waiting for a "Wonderbolt Training Program" to arrive for her, but Derpy mixed up and put into her box an "Iron Will Training Program" instead.
“If you have a barrier on your route Then break it with your hoof.”
Rainbow Dash trained till an old oak blocked her way. She couldn't bring herself to doubt the Wonderbolts motto, so she kicked the tree. Fortunately, Dash wasn’t hurt, but spent half of her day trying to pull her leg that got stuck out. And when she came home and saw the mail mare who realized her mistake and came to apologize for it, Dash rushed at her and started a brawl.
“It was so... strange to see fighting ponies. Usually they behave so friendly and peaceful, but there… However, if such a misunderstanding never happened, I wouldn't have this new idea for my drawing. And practice is necessary. It won't work the other way."
“Rainbow, i’m so glad you can’t hear me now! How could I ever think that way about you?” “Who!” “I should have dropped all of Rarity's romance novels sooner. "You should expand your horizons, dear, and read something about real life!" Ugh. Only Discord knows where they could lead me to. “Who!” “Yes, I agree. Time to drop it. I shouldn’t read Spike’s diary anyway. Though I wonder why he is afraid to involve me in his "art", but the more I read, maybe the more ashamed I am…” The unicorn mechanically turned the page.
“This… This is… How could you…?” Twilight gasping in air.
“This… is me, right? The mane, coat. .. but what the heck is going on?”
Owlicious stared at librarian, without daring to express his assumption.
“Spike, what ... What the hay ...” the unicorn couldn’t take her eyes from the ‘picture’.
“...What am I licking?”
“Who?”
“NOT WHO! ‘WHAT’ IS THE QUESTION? Well it looks like a horn. Long, white horn…” the librarian grimaced.
“Spike ... Are you eavesdropping?”
* * *
“Do you understand?” Sad unicorn looked at the princess Celestia.
“Of course, Twilight. You need to calm down a little.” Celestia smiled warmly and tenderly moved her wing about her student’s withers, which trembled with excitement.
“I ... I spent so much time on studying the magic of friendship ... But time goes on, girlfriends trying to gently hint that it's time to make stallion friends and ... Well, you know” Twi slightly embarrassed wiggled a little a “Find a ‘special pony.’ But I feel so terrible ... and ...” filly sobbed quietly.”
“Well, Twilight ...” the slightly discouraged Princess tried desperately to find the right words to soothe her sad protégé.
“What? What can I offer him? My knowledge? He doesn’t need it. I'm not as graceful as Rarity, I have no natural charm like Fluttershy, I can’t even diffuse a situation like Pinkie does! I am a pony of average attractiveness who can hardly pick up a topic of conversation with the opposite sex. I have no idea how to build relationships with stallions. And with time passed, it’s more difficult to shirk questions from my girlfriends about it. I ... I don’t know what to do ...” Broken finally, the unicorn loudly sobbed , burying her muzzle into the side of the Princess.
The alicorn gently ruffled lavender unicorn's mane, while she was crying. Celestia gently hugged her student with her wing, pulling her closer, like a careful mother soothing a frightened child.
“Twilie” in the voice of the princess appeared new, as-yet unheard sounds, “You shouldn’t be so worried. “Believe me, this isn’t a canary in the coal mine. All ponies go through this. Sooner or later, you too will be someone ‘special’ ... Someone who will always care about you. Someone who always will listen and understand you. “Celestia gently lifted her head to Twilight’s chin and looked into her eyes “Who will always be ready to share your troubles . Do you believe me?” she asked anxiously.
“Tia. You know that you can always call me that, when no one is around”
“T-tia..I-I’m…”
“Besides ... You know that is not necessarily looking for someone ‘special’ among stallions, isn’t it?” Princess asked softly. “Your significant other may be closer than you think.”
“Twi, don’t be afraid. Trust me. Nobody will know. Unless someone eavesdrops on us at the door.” Celestia winked playfully. “Now the time has come for a new lesson for my favorite student.”
“W-what ?” the filly asked timidly .
“Lick my horn.”
The unicorn pupils widened. “W-what, right there?”
“Yes. Believe me, you'll get no less pleasure than I do. Focus my strength it’s very pleasant to the taste.” The Princess smiled lasciviously, kissing her puzzled student again, giving her confidence.”
“I… I’ll try.”
The Princess slowly lowered her head, holding her horn closer to Twilight. She hesitated slightly, finally decided to lick the tip.
“Mmm ... you feel it?” Celestia murmured quietly.
Twilight felt it. When she touched the horn with her tongue, feeling something like she of Princess magic. But a moment later, the pain disappeared. She licked Princess’s horn deeply and Twilight felt that wave of pleasure run over her body, like a of a sip of hard cider. Wanting to relive that feeling again, the filly swallowed half of a horn, languidly moaning with pleasure.
“Twi, you are the best student that I have ever had. I ... I love you.” Reddened unicorn, barely looked up from the ‘divine source of pleasure.’ “Tia ... you too …”
“Aaah” Twilight woke up, terrified jumping out of bed and breathing heavily.
“Discord’s sake ...” The librarian furiously rubbed her eyes, trying to dismiss the image. But damn dreams, still there like as if burned on the back of her eyelids. Twi ran to the bathroom and put her head under the icy water jet.
“Um ... Twilight ? ...” Into the bathroom, yawning loudly, entered a sleepy dragon.” Are you all right?”
The unicorn glumly looked up at the mirror and stared at the grim little face in the reflection. “No, Spike. Not all right,” the mare muttered, trotting into the hall of the library.
Scratching his head in amazement, the assistant followed Twilight. After that, he stood in amazement. “Are you burning ...the books?”
Twilight stood near the fireplace, methodically throwing books into the pit. “‘Fifty Shades of hay’, ‘Poninuel’, ‘Love and pony’ ... By fire be purged.” Muttered unicorn.
Shocked by such strange behavior, Spike gently took one of the books. “Isn’t … isn’t it the books that you borrowed from Rarity at last week? ... She may be offended and ...” Twilight glared furiously at the dragon.
“Um ... Okay, well, it’s your business I just... go to sleep, huh?” The mare returned to the destruction of ‘pernicious literature.’ “... Yeah. I’ll just go to.” Climbing the stairs, Spike could have sworn that he heard a loud rattle of someone's teeth.
***
“Oh...O...NO NO NO NONONO!” the librarian facehoofed. “Did you heard what I said in a dream?”
“Who!”
“What? It was a nightmare! Such things are impossible to control!”
“Who?”
“Well…” the filly shook her head and blushed hard. “Of course a nightmare! How else can that be called?” the unicorn mare sheepishly returned to the dairy.
“Such a shame! Howling shame! What if he spill his guts? I just have to find out!” She sighed heavily and opened the dairy.
“Sometimes Twilight just blows the mind. You think that you’ve seen everything, but no. Every time, she moves me to laughter with something new."
“...Hilarious.”
“Today wasn’t exception. I laughed into stitches. Fortunately, she will never know about it. She may be offended. Although it would be more offensive if she knew I told all to Pinkie.”
“No-oo, Spike!” Twilight grimaced painfully. Owlicious made a sound like a snort.
“It had to be seen. When I showed my drawing to Pinkie, she laughed so hard that she woke up Cakes’ kids. But Missus Cake didn’t yell at us, because after she saw that picture she laughed with us about five minutes!”
The unicorn mare slammed her head into the wall.
“...What else can I say? Twilight is sometimes so burried in reading that she is completely divorced from reality. For example, yesterday when she read Rarity’s book, she was so distracted she didn’t even notice that she blurred whole snout with ice cream. And for next five minutes she sat up like everything was fine! Great idea for a drawing.
“...Buck you, Spike.” gloomy librarian muttered, throwing away the dairy. However, she was a little nervous and she missed her target and the book hit the wardrobe, opening somewhere in the middle. Twilight grimly looked at Owlicious.
“Who!” Her feathered friend clearly enjoyed whole situation.
“You know, now I at least understand why missus Cake stared at me when i bought muffins. I doubt Spike explained what was REALLY shown on the drawing,” she hissed through clenched teeth, trotting to the closet for a dropped book.
‘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.
‘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’.
