> A First For Everything - Luna's Slumber Party
>  by Sonic Rainblast
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> Part 1
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Celestia's sun, the glorious spectacle of the daytime period that had bathed the daily livelihood of Equestria with its perpetual sunshine and energy, was returning back to its rest in the horizon. It was the moon's turn to rise and dominate the altering sky; it was Princess Luna's time to saturate the country with her night sky once again. The dark blue hues painting the sky, the pearly sphere at its zenith, and the countless jewels enriching the scene: all of these aspects described its magnificence. It was another beautiful display by the moon goddess, and Princess Celestia couldn’t have been prouder of her little sister. 

Despite the solitude and life-affecting drawback of being banished to the moon for a thousand years, Princess Luna had caught up with perfecting her biggest royal duty of befalling her night over the land faster than her big sister had expected. Of course, Celestia was glad to be relieved of the duty of awakening both sun and moon, but she was admittedly skeptic about her little sister taking back control of the night after a millennium of zero practice. She was once not positive that Luna would maintain the proper balance of the heavens after no contact with pony civilization.

"Dear sister," Celestia spoke to her sister as they took a promenade through the peaceful royal gardens. "I respect your sheer enthusiasm, but I still believe you're not ready to retake accountability of raising the night. Not just yet."

"I plead that you reconsider, Celestia," Luna tried to reason with her. "Even during my exile on the moon, the royal task of providing the night over Equestria was still endowed within me. I have returned with nothing impure in my heart thanks to your student and her friends, and I should reprove to our subjects that I am perfectly capable of casting my half of the heavens. Think about it, sister: what kind of royal figure would I be if I let your attending of both day and night go unchanged? If this prolonged any further, how would that make me appear?"

Celestia had never thought of that. If critics were to discover their sun princess is still raising the moon even with Princess Luna present in the land, they would depreciate Luna. They would regard her as an inefficient asset to the heavenly customs of Equestria, and Celestia would feel terribly guilty for having them dispraise Luna's reputation as the moon goddess.

"I suppose you do make a valid point there," Celestia sighed retrospectively. "And what kind of figure would I be to you if I were to shun your responsibilities from you?"

"A caring but overprotective one," Luna answered playfully, her smile growing now that Celestia was meditating her persuasion. "Your concern for me is one of the many things I've missed from you, but it's time for me to take back my place in Equestria society. It’s time for me to reclaim my rightful place as arbiter of the night. Besides, I’m still graced with the power of the moon. It calls for me, Celestia, and I will not forsake it. I’m sorry if this may sound harsh to you, but it’s my duty and my duty alone.”

Princess Celestia didn’t know how to feel; astoundment and happiness had affected her equally. Never would she have expected such adamancy from the indigo alicorn who was once envious of the lively attention in the past Celestia herself received. Celestia realized that Luna had accepted the morality of the nighttime, and she wanted to make it up for the bad behavior she displayed before. Smiling with a slow nod, the white alicorn had understood her point.

“And here I thought I was the wiser one,” Celestia chuckled. “It’s obvious that you are determined to set this straight. You are the goddess of the moon, and you have convinced me that you are capable and confident of taking the night back into your hooves. I won’t stand in your way; I will give back your half of the time-changing.” Celestia nuzzled Luna gently and whispered, “I have faith in you.”

“I’m glad you reconsidered,” Luna smiled, “and I will be at the absolute best of my royal duty.”

If Celestia had declined Luna's ferocious self-confidence, she herself would have never viewed the true beauty and essence of the night sky that Luna displayed. The white alicorn stood out on the balcony connected to her royal bedroom, gazing at the wonderful work of her worthy little sister.

“You've impressed me, dear sister,” she thought with a content smile on her face. Princess Celestia could feel the serenity emanating from the cool atmosphere, and a deep inhalation took some of it in. Celestia chuckled to herself; it was a little foalish of her to doubt Luna and her steadfast affirmation, to deprive her of rapturous fulfillment, especially after viewing such a spectacular night like this. “Even after centuries of detachment from life, you still have that breathtaking caliber,” she lauded in thought.

Celestia now gazed at the approaching shadow figure of Princess Luna, and a warm nuzzle was waiting for her. The indigo alicorn came into appearance and landed in front of Celestia with complacency written all over her face.

“Well done on this wonderful night, Luna.” Celestia gave her that warm nuzzle. “You've done an excellent job on fulfilling your greatest royal task; you have truly vindicated yourself.”

“Thank you, sister. That means a lot to me.” Not only was Luna happy about her proficiency at bestowing the night upon Equestria, but also she was happy to feel the comforting warmth and to hear how Celestia was gratified. "But I hate to say I told you so," she added with a smirk.

"Indeed you have," Celestia chuckled.

“It’s great to have the feeling of redemption as well,” Luna said. facing the vast land that was sedated under her tranquil night. “I know that some ponies out there have believe that I’m . . . good.”

“I believe so as well, but you have always been good little sister. From within." The sun princess gestured to Luna’s chest with a hoof, indicating where her goodness would always be even under overwhelming, negative feelings. Luna smiled weakly and playfully pushed Celestia's hoof aside. 

"It's true," she giggled.

"Then I guess I've excelled in showing my true colors, too," Luna affirmed, puffing her chest out with righteous pride.

"It appears so," Celestia nodded. "However, that's only one aspect of yourself you've excelled in."

Luna relinquished her posture and blinked quizzically at her sister as the subject began to turn around. "What do you mean?"

“I mean that there are lots of other things that can express your character. You can develop more attributes of yourself besides your divinity and your lavishing endless time on books.” 

“Are you saying I’m a bookworm?” Luna narrowed her eyes.

“I never said that,” the white alicorn weaved through the question breezily. “But what do you call one who spends over half a day in the library studying a variety of books small and large while wearing secretarial glasses?” 

Luna didn’t have an immediate response, so she scowled at her sister; Celestia always knew how to shrewdly turn things around, even if she was teasing. “My . . . my curiosity got the best of me, that’s all. In correction, I was doing assiduous studying. That one book containing directions and histories of advanced magic seemed very intriguing, thank you very much. And for your information, I find myself quite attractive with glasses on.”

“Why? Did you look in a mirror?” Celestia tried hard to stifle her incoming laughter.

“Why, yes in fact,” Luna replied intently.

“Did you find yourself more appealing?”

“Why, yes I did.”

“Did you compliment on how ravishing you looked?”

“Why yes I–––“ Luna realized she walked into Celestia's dissembled trick and blushed lightly. "Celly!" she whined. "Not funny!" She stamped her hoof and crossed her legs in a fit. Celestia released her laughter and walked to her flushed sister.

"Oh, lighten up, Luna. I'm only teasing, and that's what big sisters do." She nudged her to loosen up, still chuckling. "But my point is that I would like for you to work on something else as a prospect of your personality."

"Such as?" Luna asked, raising an inquisitive brow.

"Oh, I don't know," Celestia said tantalizingly. "How about your . . . social life?"

"My social life?" Luna repeated her sister's evocative words.

"Mmmhmm. Why not work on developing interaction skills by socializing with other ponies?"

Luna wasn't quite sure whether to accept Celestia's suggestion or not. Celestia was and always would be the more social type. Whenever it came to special occasions, festivities, celebrations, soirees, or any average party, she would freely indulge on intermingling with her subjects. As for Luna, she would speak to no more than two or three of them no matter how casual or friendly they seemed. Either she rarely found anything to talk about, or she was too diffident to even reply. 

"I honestly don't know, Celestia," Luna replied solemnly. "You and I both know how . . . introverted I am, and you are always the more amiable one between us."

"That doesn't mean you can't improve in being sociable with others. Interacting with others can lead to a myriad of fun things. Isn't there at least one activity you have in mind that involves having fun with others?"

"Well . . ." Luna delved into her memory bank for anything she had interest in. "As a matter of fact, there was this information book about something that had me piqued. I think it was about some kind of party. It explained about having makeovers, ghost stories, games, and this . . . s'mores food that I've never heard of."

Celestia giggled; she knew where this was heading. "Let me guess: Slumber 101?"

"Yes! That's what it was called," Luna exclaimed.

"And I think a slumber party is a lovely way to start your path on association with others."

"That's actually a great idea," the indigo alicorn acquiesced. "I can follow everything the book says, and my first slumber party will be a success. But who shall I invite?"

"I prefer inviting Twilight and her friends," Celestia recommended. "I know they all will be more than honored to be guests of your very own social event."

Of course! The six meritorious ponies who all revived Luna's good spirit from the perverse chasm that was Nightmare Moon are perfectly suitable as guests. True, only familiarity aided the moon goddess whenever the young mares were thought of, but possessing the feeling of being comfortable around them was what really mattered. As pragmatic as it seemed, Luna would undoubtedly enjoy associating with Twilight and her friends and maybe even harvest a cultivation of mutual bonds.

"Then it's settled. I shall go make the invitations." Luna went for her quarters, but before she took a step, the white alicorn grabbed her shoulder to stop her.

"I also prefer that you prepare them tomorrow whenever you have free time. It's getting late, and we should get our rest. Don't get too excited," Celestia said in a moderate tone, but it didn't suppress the gladness she had for her little sister’s predilection of starting a social occasion of her own.

"Oh, of course," Luna said, consigning the idea for later attending. "Then I shall head to bed." This time Luna gave her sister a heartwarming nuzzle, and Celestia complied in the same manner. "Good night, Celestia, and thank you."

"Good night, Luna, my dear little sister," Celestia returned the favor. The moon goddess went forth to her quarters, gently opening and closing the exiting door. As soon as a thick air of quietude fell upon the sun goddess, she sighed softly in contentment. Luna's high hopes were certainly contagious; Celestia could hardly remember the last time she was this happy for her sister, but this beneficial endeavor would be fostered regardless.

And when Luna developed a beneficial endeavor, her big sister would always be there to make things quite . . . memorable. A furtive smile adhered to Celestia. This was simply swell.

"Mmmhmm. A special slumber party for Luna indeed."



Luna, after entering her bedroom with a décor reflecting her nature, desired to gaze from one of her grand windows (her quarters didn’t have a balcony like Celestia’s). Through the glass she viewed the masterpiece of her sky. Every sparkling star, the natural color of the night, and especially the beautiful moon: they all symbolized the renown of Princess Luna. Self-pride swept through the indigo alicorn again as she admired it all. She exemplified her good spirit over Equestria with her cool night, and in time she would do so again with her expedition into socialization. Luna couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

“I can’t wait for this weekend’s slumber party, but I hope nothing will go wrong.”

Luna’s ears perked up. She was hearing a wish distant from Ponyville. A soul was still awake, and unbelievably it was the recognizable voice of Twilight Sparkle talking about a slumber party. Despite being bemused by this, Luna kept listening.

“Boy did Applejack and Rarity made my first one rather interesting though, but it was a good thing they reconciled. Thanks to them it was a success, but I want this next one to be even better with all of us. I really wonder how things will be with Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy this time, but I hope it will be so much fun overall.”

A wide smile adhered to Luna’s face. This was simply perfect.

“Consider your wish granted, Twilight Sparkle.”

> Interlude
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The following morning was quite occupying for Twilight, for lucubrating once again on astronomy resulted in a scattered mess of books and scrolls. With the consequence of waking up late as well, Twilight–––mane not brushed and dental hygiene unattended–––worked fast to clean up her cluttered mess with the help of her loyal assistant, Spike. With her horn illuminating, Twilight gathered and neatly placed scrolls in pyramid-shaped piles on her desk as well as manipulating a duster for in-between dusting; Spike took care of the books with no magical help whatsoever, and he was getting quite an ear full of frequent commands from his violet superior. (It's times like this when Twilight combines acting like a boss and being a neat-freak.)

“No, Spike. These books go in this section. Put them right there,” Twilight ordered. The baby dragon had one hand full of a stack of books, while his other hand obeyed her command. Before inserting a third book in the second shelf . . .

"No, wait!" Twilight stopped him. "That one goes on the top shelf, so go get the ladder." Spike heaved a sigh and went to get the ladder with the over-bearing column still in his hands. 

"You know, why is it now that you do more work during the night than day?" Spike complained as he brought the ladder to the bookshelf and carefully angled it. "What were you doing for the past four nights anyway?"

"I told you, Spike. I'm conducting research on the history and formations of constellations," Twilight explained. "Didn't you ever notice the telescope on the balcony? Every night I find one, search their distinct shape in the "The Astronomical Astronomers' Almanac to All Things Astronomy" book, interpret them, and depict them as best as I can, with Owlowliscius helping me through and through. Each scroll contains my illustration of a constellation I found. See? Here's one I took two nights ago." 

Twilight unraveled one to show Spike her delineation of the constellation Gemini. The baby dragon scrutinized at the intricacy; he'd never thought anypony could make such a perplexing design with dots and lines. Then again, knowing Twilight, any research revolving astronomy would likely be attainable by her.

"So you have found . . ." He counted the scrolls that were situated on the desk and the ones in the control of Twilight's magic. "Seventeen constellations?" he approximated.

"Eight actually," she corrected. "The rest of them are failed attempts. You wouldn't imagine how frustrated I was at doing Cancer."

"So why are you doing all of this?"

"Actually, this is an assignment given by Princess Celestia. She wants me to identify as many constellations as I can with individual and sufficient information before Saturday of next week. This is a task I shall be very diligent in." Twilight finished her clean-up of scrolls and levitated forth a hoof mirror to brush her mane.

"But aren't you always diligent when it comes to stars and formations and stuff like that?" Spike made an effort to compliment the unicorn's expert intellect while putting away the books. "I mean, stuff about time and space and planets should be a snap for you right?"

"Not exactly time and space," Twilight giggled, "but thank you for the flattering, Spike." With a few more thorough strokes of her brush, Twilight straightened her mane back to its full glory. “Aah, that's better," she smiled. There was still time to get some breakfast for her rumbling stomach. "Spike, after you're done, let's go out for breakfast," she offered. A daffodil omelet with a sunflower smoothie sounded so delicious to Twilight it excited her impatient belly to audible growls.

"Sounds good to me," Spike said as he climbed down the ladder, thinking turquoise gems should fit his appetite. Twilight approached the door, and as soon as she opened it, outside greeted her with a gray and blonde-maned pegasus coming straight at her. She gasped before being knocked back by the impromptu visitor. The ponies crashed against the bookshelf where the ladder was propped at, causing the ladder to fall down and Spike and several books to tumble down on them. Thanks to that unceremonious advent, dishevelment returned within the confines of the library. 

Twilight, despite groaning and a bit disoriented from the impact, presumed it was her winged friend Rainbow Dash who lost control of herself by who knows how, but then a midnight-colored letter undulating in the air landed on her snout. Seeing this ruled out the presumption; Twilight figured out who flew in, in means of a physical and painful greeting that is. On another note, a letter in a different color? Twilight's curiosity no doubt became awake as she inwardly looked at the special envelope on her snout. Could it be something conventional? Could it be something imperative? Could it be for Twilight Sparkle? Before it compelled her to inspect it however, a groan from above diverted her attention. 

"Oh my. Ditzy, are you okay?" She arched upward to see Ditzy Doo on top looking unconscious. Thankfully, the mail pegasus wasn't as she shook her head rapidly but looking terribly dizzy. Then she gasped, growing into quite serious worrying.

"Oh no. Oh no no no no!" Ditzy flew up and frantically looked back and forth, her train of thought hopelessly in a haze. "The special muffin. Where's the special muffin?"

"Ugh . . ." entered another groan but from Spike, rubbing his head and seeing himself surrounded in a mess. ”Oh, great. Now I have to clean up again," he muttered, glaring disdainfully at the gray mail pegasus.

"Can't waste time! Must finish job or blueberry muffin becomes displeased!" Ditzy doled out more irrational sentences. 

The special muffin and a blueberry muffin she senselessly spoke of were arcane clues to Twilight, yet the unique color of this letter made the urgency of this situation comprehensible. The pieces of the puzzle began to fit together: this letter was made and sent by Princess Luna! Ditzy Doo was probably ordered by her to distribute it too, but who exactly was it for? Temporarily dispatching her curiosity, Twilight got up to allay the mail pegasus.

"Umm, is this what you're looking for?" Twilight gestured the letter on her nose to her. Ditzy gasped in joy as her green pupils crossed inward.

"The special muffin! It's alive! Thank you so much!" she cried. 

"No problem," Twilight replied, chuckling at the brief nonsense. "But may I know who that letter is for?"

"Oh, ummm . . ." Ditzy peered at it very closely with her tongue plastered below her mouth as though trying to crack open the number code of a safe. "It's for . . . Twi-light . . . Spar-kle." She slowly yet remarkably pronounced the name correctly. Twilight had a feeling she was the recipient, and wondering what news Princess Luna has written for her definitely increased her desire to discover.

"Here's your muffin, err, I mean mail," Ditzy blushed and handed her the unique envelope.

"Thank you, Mrs. Doo," Twilight giggled at the amusement and took her letter. Spike, after stowing away the books on a table for now, looked over Twilight's shoulder to see for himself. After opening, the violet unicorn read the document.



Dear Twilight Sparkle,

This is Princess Luna writing to you about something that will soon become a milestone for me. To begin, you and your friends will always have my deepest gratitude for freeing me from the malicious disposition of Nightmare Moon. Indeed I am at normalcy and top notch of my royal duty, but my dear older sister encouraged me to now work on benefiting my social skills. This is why I, Princess Luna, am holding a slumber party this Saturday exclusively for you and your friends, the ponies who possess the Elements of Harmony and saved me. As you read this Twilight Sparkle, the rest of your friends will have already been notified thanks to one of Ponyville's most trustworthy mail pegasi. I'll look forward to your reply and hopefully to your appearing.

Sincerely,
Princess Luna

P.S. I couldn't help but to listen to your wishing for a great slumber party of your own from last night. I knew this would surprise you.



"No way!" Spike spoke for a completely dumbfounded Twilight. The fact that Luna announced her own party in the same week was almost inconceivable to the unicorn, yet her inviting only of the six ponies who purified her once depraved spirit was reasonable. In fact, Twilight figured no other ponies in all of Equestria would have been chosen for Luna's affair in socializing. This may have caught her by utter surprise, but a party with Princess Luna–––and in that matter accompanied by Princess Celestia–––would be very thrilling for her and her friends.

"Looks like you have a change in plans for the weekend, huh Twilight?" Spike added with a chuckle. 

"Seems as though, Spike,” Twilight managed to agree, her mind still striving compliance for this turn of an event. "But wow! I can hardly believe this: a slumber party at the royal castle with the princesses. And tomorrow, too!"

"Which means tons of more fun for you and everypony else," Spike mentioned impassively.

"Awww, don't feel sad Spike. I'm sure you can find some kind of plan while we're gone," Twilight tried to lift his spirits up.

"Then again . . ." His reptilian green eyes went wide in delight. "I can sleep as long as I want! No need to worry about me, Twilight." 

"At least you have found a bright side," Twilight said, well knowing her assistant's love for sleep. "Thank you for the notice, Ditzy."

"No, no, no. You're welcome," the pegasus replied in mistake. Spike rolled his eyes while Twilight laughed, but their actions were interrupted by low growls emanating from their empty stomachs.

"Oh, my. We still haven't eaten breakfast yet! Excuse us please." Twilight beckoned Spike to climb on her back and he did. They rushed outside on their way to the nearest restaurant in town. "Thanks again!" the unicorn called to Ditzy who waved goodbye to them with her usual off-key facial expression. Before she departed to notify Princess Luna of her completed task, she realized the library door was left open due to Twilight's hastening. Seeing this compelled the innocent pegasus to mosey in.

"Ooooohhh . . ." She looked all around at the multitude of books in shelves, for this was her first times viewing the inside of the town library. "I've never seen so many books in one place. Does Twilight read every single one of them? No wonder she lives here." Ditzy approached the center of the floor while staring up, and then something caught her maundering eyes. She flew up to the upper level and saw the dark blue and golden-ringed telescope on a foldable tripod that Twilight has been using for her nightly task. Only one word prevailed in the unpredictable mind and mouth of Ditzy Doo:

"Muffins . . ."







“Can you believe we were invited to a nightly soirée by Princess Luna, Fluttershy?” an elegant and fashionable white unicorn began a chat with her friend before sipping more of a shared pink lemonade drink from her straw. 

“Hardly, Rarity,” replied a timorous but generous yellow pegasus who took her sip from the same refreshment. “And it’s scheduled on the same weekend as Twilight’s. I hope she’s not sad about canceling her own after so much anticipation on it.”

“Nonsense,” Rarity begged to differ with a dismissive hoof. “When it comes to being a guest of royalty, anypony would sacrifice their plans for it. Knowing Twilight, I’m certain she had no problem with it. Besides, who wouldn’t want to spend quality time with a royal figure?”

“I guess you’re right,” Fluttershy agreed meekly. Putting their conversation on hold, she went for her fork and knife for another piece of their yet-to-be-finished delicious cinnamon pancakes complemented with maple syrup and a dollop of whip cream.

“Ah ah ah. Allow me, Fluttershy.” The knife and fork were illuminated in a cerulean aura as Rarity offered to serve her friend with magic. She manipulated the utensils to cut an ample triangular slice of pancake and levitated it to Fluttershy. Despite blushing from this casual treatment, she complied and ate the piece, while Rarity helped herself to two moist strawberries from a clear bowl full of them.

“Mmmmm. Thank you, Rarity,” Fluttershy smiled.

“My pleasure, dear. Anyway–––” Before Rarity could continue, she spotted the hungry pair of her friends entering the diner’s atmosphere of pleasant food aromas, and they were escorted by an amiable waitress known as Clover Charm. “Oh, look! How positively fitting to have two of our friends here. Twilight and Spike! Over here!” she called for their attention. Spike was first to hear them.

“Hey, look! Rarity and Fluttershy are here.” He pointed to the yellow pegasus and white unicorn sitting on an arch couch that can accommodate at least five ponies. “Let’s go sit with them.”

“Well, what a coincidence. Miss, we would like to sit with our friends over there,” Twilight said to the waitress as she pointed to her friends.

“Alrighty, then. Here are your menus. What would like to drink?” Clover asked after handing two of them out.

“Iced tea with a lemon please,” Twilight answered promptly.

“And I’ll have lemonade,” Spike followed suit.

“Iced tea with lemon and lemonade.” She wrote their orders down respectively. “Okay. They will be served to your table right away.” Clover went to attend, while Twilight and Spike went to join their friends.

“Fancy for you to dine here with us, Twilight,” Rarity said as they sat down on her side.

“It sure is. So you two also come here for time together?” Twilight inquired. It could have had the ponies who were here first thinking suspicion was subtle in her tone.

“Umm . . . not often,” the stylish unicorn managed to respond. “It’s only this morning that Fluttershy and I decided to eat here for breakfast, for we desired an exquisite air of quality service and satisfying food. Specifically cinnamon pancakes as you can see.”

Twilight could see what their halfway-eaten meal was: a stack of three pancakes dripping with syrup and topped with whip cream and a serving of thoroughly-rinsed strawberries. A mouth-watering meal like this could have coerced Twilight to try it, but she was sticking to a daffodil omelet and sunflower smoothie. Adding some grapes or sliced apples wouldn’t hurt though.

Returning to the conversation, Twilight replied, “Yes, I can very well see that, and it looks pretty good. I guess eating at a fancy place like this could start a morning off well.”

“Agreed,” Rarity nodded. “So on an entirely different subject, I assume you received a letter notifying you of Princess Luna’s slumber party?” she asked, wanting to quickly expel the possible notion of Twilight thinking she and her yellow companion were on a date or something similar.

“Uh-huh, just this morning.”

“Splendid! Fluttershy and I were about to talk about it not too long ago. Spending time with royalty will be so wonderful and fun but quite unexpecting as my second slumber party attended.”

“Second?” Fluttershy piped up.

“Oh, silly me. I’ve never even told you about my first. Remember that dreadful downpour about two and a half weeks ago? You see, I, along with Applejack, was unfortunate enough to get caught in it while assisting in the park." Rarity explained to her pegasus companion all about the dissensions between herself and the farmer pony and the incompatible conditions during the inclement weather (plus lacing her speaking with drama). “So we were trapped, under the unforgiving rain, with inadequate shelter, until we heard a faint call from our sincere friend Twilight. Thanks to her, my wonderful mane was saved.”

Twilight blushed at the acknowledgment. “Well, I had to. There was practically no place else closer for you two to go.”

“Oh my. I wouldn’t like to have my hair wet either,” Fluttershy added.

“And that’s the unvarnished truth,” Rarity coincided. “Anyhow, Applejack and I ran to her home before any more damage was done to my hair, and we pretty much had to stay there. That’s when Twilight decided it was the perfect opportunity to throw, well, a slumber party. Now I wasn’t against it, but . . . Spike, what are you doing?”

“Uhhh . . .” The baby dragon was caught sneaking a strawberry into his open mouth, his visage melting into an apologetic expression. “I’m sorry, but I’m really hungry. May I please have one or two?”

“Actually, you may have the rest of them,” Fluttershy permitted with a smile.

“Just make sure you ask like a gentledragon next time, darling,” Rarity admonished.

“Will do.” Spike gladly took the whole bowl and ravenously munched the fruit.

“So, you were saying?” Twilight asked Rarity to continue.

“Oh, yes. I wasn’t against it, but Applejack was the only reason I wasn’t so engaged in it. She and I had many differences we couldn’t cope with, so we didn’t get along so easily. In the end however, we made Twilight’s first slumber party successful despite the arguments and a . . . little, messy problem.”

“A little problem?” Twilight conveyed disagreement.

“Okay, a huge problem, but it was initially Applejack’s fault. She ferociously pulled in half of a tree! Everything became a complete mess; but nonetheless, we interceded and took care of it.” The disdainful thoughts of her glorious coat defiled by mud and leaves nearly made her shiver in detest. It was the second time in her life Rarity had to sacrifice a beautiful aspect of herself, and she hoped to Celestia she will not come across that again. "I'm just glad she and I didn't fall into an altercation. Goodness knows the results had it happened."

“Oh, what a relief. I’m so happy for you two,” Fluttershy smiled, her closed eyes adding cuteness to the complexion.

“Thank you, darling, and what a relief it was for me and Applejack to get along together.” Rarity went back to eating more pancakes along with Fluttershy before her appetite was wasted.

“Your drinks are here,” said a voice remotely familiar to only Twilight. She saw Clover Charm gingerly carrying their drinks on a white tray on her back.

“Ah, thank you so much,” Twilight appreciated and raised her iced tea directly to her mouth with her magic. Spike thanked the waitress as well and took his smaller glass of lemonade.

“Are you two ready to order?” Clover asked and was ready to write.

“Yes. I’ll have a daffodil omelet and a sunflower smoothie . . .” the violet unicorn replied but then considered balancing her meal with luscious fruit. “And I guess apple slices too,” she finished.

“And I’ll have turquoise gems,” Spike applied his order.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t carry turquoise gems. However, I personally could make a gem salad for you,” the waitress generously offered. “It’s a mixture of rubies, emeralds, topazes, and so much more, all seasoned with paprika and coriander. Trust me, I am good with spices.”

Merely hearing all of this made Spike’s mouth water insatiably. “A gem salad? I am definitely trying that!”

“Alright. One gem salad for the young dragon, and a daffodil omelet, sunflower smoothie, and apple slices for the young unicorn coming right up,” Clover rechecked and went off to the diner’s kitchen.

“Well, aren’t you two fortunate to have such a nice waitress?” Rarity stated.

“I guess we are,” Twilight concurred, “especially one who was willing to satisfy her customer by means of making a delicious meal herself.”

“I’ll say. I can’t wait to try it!” Spike conformed as well before drinking more of his tangy lemonade.

“Oh, by the way, my sister Sweetie Belle is also having a little sleepover with her two friends,” Rarity mentioned. “But since I won’t be able to supervise them, I need someone trustworthy to be with them. Someone like you, Spike.”

Spike nearly choked on his drinking. Him? Watching over three fillies having their own slumber party? Letting his plan of reveling in sleep be ruined? 

“Umm, me?” Spike asked in case he had heard wrong.

“Yes, you. Twilight regards you as trustworthy, so why not?”

“Because, umm . . .” He twiddled with his fingers. He really didn’t want to waste this chance of acquiring all the sleep he can subconsciously enjoy in. However, this is a request from the most beautiful creature Spike had ever laid eyes on, and a feeling of chivalry inside impelled him to not reject it. He shall be the sole supervisor of Rarity’s little sister and her filly friends. He shall do this. For Rarity.

“Be-cause I am trustworthy,” he resumed, "and I’ll be the caretaker of your sister’s sleepover. I can teach them how to bake my homemade triple-decker nut-crazy vanilla-cream cookies. You can count on me, Rarity.”

“Wonderful! Thank you ever so much, darling.” Rarity craned forward and kissed him on his forehead as a token of appreciation. One kiss from the unicorn of his dreams was all it took for the baby dragon to lose himself in a stupor of warmth and hopeless love. A lengthy sigh matched the ardent blush on his face as he slowly slumped under the table. Twilight idly looked at the ridiculous reaction and sighed in full knowing: Spike will never be over Rarity.

“Well, then,” Twilight spoke to dispel the awkwardness, “it seems he’s more than happy to comply with you. He’ll be up when he smells his gem salad on the table.”

“Then Fluttershy and I hope you two will enjoy. It’s time for us to leave.” All that’s left on their plate were thin trails of the sweet, viscous sauce as they had finished their cinnamon pancakes. The white unicorn placed about seventeen bits on the table as payment for it and got up. “It twas a lovely morning eating here and talking to you two, but we must begin our impending afternoon affairs. Right, Fluttershy?”

“Oh, yes. I still have to tend and find a home for a cute little ferret,” the tender pegasus mentioned with glee.

“Goodbye, Twilight and Spike,” Rarity waved as they went their way to the exit.

“Bye, girls! And best of luck with your furry friend, Fluttershy," Twilight bade her friend good luck.

“Thanks, Twilight,” Fluttershy replied as she and Rarity left the fancy diner. As soon as they entered outside, they smiled to each other as though in a telepathic consensus.

“We should really do this more often,” Fluttershy insisted happily.

“Indeed,” Rarity conceded. “If only we weren’t hindered by our daily tasks though. We could spend even more time together at the spa or any other place.”

“But we will definitely see each other at the slumber party tomorrow.”

“Definitely.” Their smiles induced hopefulness into each other, their eyes linking in perfect concord. Then, after being certain nopony seemed to be watching them, Rarity went for the kill and kissed Fluttershy on the cheek. The short, surprising moment had the pegasus taken aback in complete shock and wide eyes as she blushed furiously. As for the unicorn who impinged this effect, she winced in regret, thinking she might have encroached on her. Thankfully, she didn’t, for a smile blossomed on Fluttershy.

“Th-thank you, R-Rarity,” she replied, the action still taking its toll.

“Oh, did I overwhelm you? I’m very sorry,” Rarity apologized.

“Oh no, I’m fine. Really. What you just did was very sweet. I . . . really liked it.”

Fluttershy's decisive affirmation relieved Rarity, and she was thankful it didn’t go wrong. Before she could speak, the sweet winged pony shared her affection with a soft nuzzle. It was now Rarity's turn to blush as she easily took the impending warmth in. With that done, Fluttershy slowly walked away, leaving her friend in peaceful content. It happened: the two had conclusively conveyed their liking for each other. Of course dining in a favorite eatery, sharing–––and feeding–––a delightful breakfast with a friend, and having a conservation with that friend can make anypony’s morning, but what just happened won over everything.

And thank Celestia it didn’t go wrong.







“Woohoo! I win again!” proclaimed a feverish pink pony as she had won yet another Horseshoes game against two of her friends Applejack and Rainbow Dash–––neither of them believed it was sheer luck.

“I dunno how ya do it, but that’s seven games in a row,” Applejack pointed out, amazed of course. “What are ya a secret expert at this game, Pinkie Pie?”

“Nah. I just have really good aim from throwing licorice into Gummy’s mouth,” she explained. “He really likes those.”

“Looks like somepony has another skill besides throwing parties all the time,” Rainbow Dash quipped and received laughs for her facetious comment. “Now, who’s up for best four out of ten?”

“Hmmmm . . . nah,” Applejack declined. “Besides, I’m hankerin’ for some fresh apple juice. Ya’ll want some?”

“Sure!” Pinkie Pie agreed.

“Okay,” Rainbow Dash complied as well.

“Three apple juices comin’ right up.” The orange pony dashed to her apple cellar to fetch the refreshments. The two ponies that were left alone decided to hang around a nearby shady tree until their rustic friend comes back with their cool drinks.

“So, Rainbow Dash,” Pinkie began chatting with the blue pegasus, “Aren’t you excited to go to Princess Luna’s slumber party? I am! I mean I’ve been to tons of parties, but this one is a slumber party!”

“That’s because you throw those tons of parties,” Rainbow Dash corrected in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Oh, right, but still! It’s a party at night! Thrown by Princess Luna! And as her guests we shall give her the most greatest and funnest time ever.” She added a hoof salute to her declaration. “Plus, this’ll be my chance to tell my ghost story.”

“You really have a ghost story?” Rainbow Dash queried as they had entered the shady borders of a tranquil tree.

“Mmhm! I’ve been saving it for a special time, and tomorrow night will be the time. I guarantee it’s gonna scare everypony! Do you wanna know what it’s about?”

“Scare me? Hah! I’m not scared of anything you or anypony else throws at me. Nothing at all.” Rainbow Dash enhanced her hubristic attitude with a whip of her flamboyant mane and a bold pose.

“Except for dragons,” Pinkie Pie objected, disconcerting her friend’s superficial affirmation. Rainbow Dash glared listlessly at Pinkie as the memory of the pink pony frightening her by imitating dragon roars replayed in her mind. A casual joke at best, but it wasn’t that funny. It made her scared stiff for pony’s sake! Just like Fluttershy's reaction to add to that.

“Oh, whatever,” she replied impassively. “And nah. I don’t wanna be spoiled, but I know I won’t be scared whatever it’s about.”

“Okie dokie lokie then!” Pinkie Pie said, her happy-go-lucky demeanor lacing each word. She further displayed it with carefree rolls on the grass and humming a cheerful tune. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes at her sanguine friend. Doesn’t that pony ever take a break from being too happy? That Pinkie . . .

Rainbow shook her head and flew up to a sturdy branch to rest and relax a bit, but not to cease their talk.

“But do you know what I wanna do at the slumber party?” she asked the buoyant earth pony while casually laying back. Stopping on her back, Pinkie Pie took a minute to guess.

“Hmmmm . . . is it trying makeovers?”

“Yeah, wait, no! You know I don’t like that girly stuff!”

Pinkie giggled at her friend’s careless reply. “Then what is it?”

“Owning every single pony in a pillow fight,” Rainbow Dash professed. “I've learned expert maneuvering skills from playing Air Dodgeball; it’s like regular Dodgeball but it takes place in the sky and the balls are made of clouds. Anyway–––“

The brash pegasus went on and on about how she dominated her opponents in every match with speed, reflex, power, and even strategy. She emphasized her story-telling with lively and correlative actions in the air, and she especially included her biggest comeback ever when all odds were against her.

“So there I was: solo against three other pegasi who were ready to take me out, but I was more than ready to take evasive action. They covered their left, right, and center fields as they prepared their move. I said ‘Bring it on!’ and they brought it alright. A ball came from the left, I dodged right; a ball thrown from the right, I quickly dodged left. As soon as I did, another one was coming straight at me from center. I acted fast. I raised my hooves and caught it in a split-second. Then it was down to two. With two dodgeballs and two targets, it was time for my finishing move. I ran up to the dividing line, sprung up high in the air, unfurled my wings to release the balls, and to trick them, I criss-crossed the shots! Before they knew it, wham! Direct hits!”

“Oooooohh,” Pinkie Pie marveled at the falling action.

“It, was, over. Yours truly was, and still is, the Air Dodgeball champ.” Finishing with a fluent flip, Rainbow Dash landed next to Pinkie, curving her hoof as part of another dynamic bearing. “So you see, I can rule a pillow fight just like in any sport. Nopony is a match for me.”

“In a match of what?” As if on cue, an audible voice intruded the statement. The ponies turned to see Applejack pushing a cart with three bottles of apple juice and straws on top. All she heard was the boastful statement, but one (especially from the rainbow-maned pegasus) would never fail to capture her interest. "What's this yer goin' on about now, Rainbow Dash?"

"She said that she can own every single pony in a pillow fight," Pinkie Pie cut in with the exact words previously spoken by Rainbow. 

"A pillow fight?" The orange pony wasn't expecting an activity so . . . unprofessional. "Now why in tarnation would you honk your horn about somethin' that's not even a real sport?"

"While you were gone, Dashie told me all about how she won an Air Dodgeball match with her awesome skills. She was all 'whoosh' and 'zoom' and 'pow!' Pinkie spun around, waved and flailed her front hooves, jumped in the air, and fell straight down as she vivaciously explained. "She said she'll use those skills in the pillow fight at Princess Luna's slumber party."

"And that no pony is a match me. Including, you," Rainbow Dash added with an intimidating grin. Applejack would be darned if she let this slide by. There was no way she would allow this flaunting pegasus have all of the glory.

"Is that a challenge? Well, Rainbow Dash, you better bring yer best, cause I'll be the one ta win th' pillow fight. An' when I do, you'll jus' be a bark wit' no bite."

"Oh yeah? Well bring it, Applejack! Me and my skills are gonna take you down!"

"I bet my right hind leg that stuff about you getting yer skills from winnin' a Dodgeball match is just a bunch of hay. I think yer head was literally in th' clouds."

"Well, why don't we find out tomorrow night at the royal castle?"

"You, betcha." Applejack and Rainbow Dash did the ritual: They spat on their hooves and steadfastly clashed them together, thus finalizing their reciprocation. Thereafter, a childish but eager voice detracted them from their audacious inclinations.

"Applejack! Hey, Applejack!" it cried. Everypony turned to see three fillies galloping towards them, a determined cohort in discovering their individual talent, the leading one being the orange pony's little sister.

"Hey, Applebloom," Applejack greeted. "What brings ya'll up 'ere?"

"We jus' wanted you ta know that our Cutie Mark Crusader sleepover has a new location," she informed.

"But what's wrong wit' yer treehouse? Ya'll spic-n'-spanned that place faster th'n a pony cleanin' the cobwebs in mah apple cellar. An' haven't ya'll found somepony ta look after yerselves?"

"But our new spot is waaaaay better," Sweetie Belle interjected. "Besides, the treehouse is more of our headquarters for crusading plans."

"And we have found somepony to be with us. Well, actually, somedragon," Scootaloo included.

"Dragon? Yer talkin' about Spike, right?" Applejack wanted clarification on the supervisor in case they possibly asked an unknown dragon by Celestia knows how.

"Yeah! He's gonna be our caretaker at Twilight's place: Ponyville's library," Applebloom specified the location of their sleepover. Applejack raised a skeptical brow. Her little sister may be competent in behaving herself, but being in another pony's home was a whole different story in Applejack's perspective. A filly's curiosity is never quelled–––she knew good and well Applebloom would be compelled to touch their property and possibly break or damage them, let alone her two comrades causing the same problems.

"Ah dunno if th' town library is a good place for ya'll ta have a sleepover at," her voice carried forthcoming disapproval, "especially fer a filly wit' sticky hooves. Remember?"

“Thank you two again for helping me gather honey and almonds for my recipe,” Fluttershy smiled at her rustic friend as they walked into the pegasus’ cottage. "There's so much, I could make almost seven batches!"

“Nothin’ to it. It was a good thing the bees weren’t at their hives, or we would’ve been leavin’ wit’ bumps on our rumps,” Applejack quipped, the two sharing a chuckle at the rhyme.

“How about some nice lemonade for you and Applebloom?”

“Much appreciation, Fluttershy. Speaking of my li’l sis, where is she?”

Crash! The answer came in the form of a sound with such disturbing volume that it made the mares wince, and it came from the kitchen. It sounded as though something huge (and valuable) broke into a hundred pieces. Fluttershy gasped as instinct told her to inspect the accident, while Applejack bit her lip from letting out language that should neither be heard nor known by anypony outside Apple kin.

There sat Applebloom in a heavy quantity of the golden, natural, and viscous substance with interfusing fragments of one of Fluttershy's large, ceramic storage containers (now broken). Her scarlet bow drooped due to the sweet content, but not as much as the excitement in the poor yellow pegasus. All of the forwardness to making her treats: shattered and scattered just like this unfortunate mess.

"Applebloom!" Applejack yelled, grinning angrily.

"Hehe," the honey-coated filly uttered nervously. "Oops?"

"Okay, okay," Applebloom huffed. "Ah know Ah shouldn't have climbed Fluttershy's counters ta reach for that huge pot o' honey that Ah thought was sugar, but Ah was jus' tryin’ ta help."

"Exactly. It took hours ta getcha fully clean an' outta that mess, not ta mention how sad she was fer wastin' her honey like that."

"But Ah was very sorry about that, and Ah learned my lesson of keepin' yer hooves to yerself. Please trus' me on this one, sis. Ah promise Ah won't be touchin' anythin' at Twilight's house; in fact, Ah Pinkie promise! Cross mah heart an' hope ta fly, stick a cupcake in mah eye."

A gasp of delight from Pinkie Pie remarked Applebloom's citation, for hearing her infamous and unconditional promise from a filly gave her pride. She knew anypony who pledge those words are serious to keep their vow and maintain it. Hearing how adamantly she professed it, Pinkie knew right there and then she deserved to go.

"Applejack!" The pink pony popped up in front of Applejack and squeezed her cheeks. "Your little sister just said my Pinkie promise. You have to let her go. No one who says it has ever broken it. Well, except Twilight one time when she was trying to keep a secret for Rarity and Fluttershy, but still!" She inched her face closer. "Let, her, go."

"Yeah," Rainbow Dash went with Pinkie Pie on this. "She even said she learned her lesson. Come on, AJ. Give her a second chance, and let her have a blast with her friends."

After her face was free from contortion, the orange pony sighed in contemplation. A tinge of doubt still clinged to her, but her decision was taking a positive path. Maybe Applebloom was worthy of a second chance. Maybe they were right. Applejack considered that everypony can learn from their mistakes and prove themselves that they have. She realized that in order for her sister to prove herself justified, she had to give consent. And for once Rainbow Dash had a great point: everypony deserves a second chance. As much as possible risks were digested, it would be worth the try.

"Well . . . alright, Applebloom. Ah'll letchall go," she decided, ruffling with the filly's scarlet hair. "Ah can trust my li'l sis ta control herself."

"Really? Ya mean it?" The filly gave a short jump in glee.

"As sure as sweet apple pie, but ya had better learn yer lesson. No touchin' things wit'out permission, or trouble will be await'n for ya, missy. Got it?"

"Got it," Applebloom nodded and faced her friends to share the high spirits. "Didja hear that? Our Cutie Mark Crusader sleepover location is now confirmed."

"Awesome!" Scootaloo cheered. "I can't wait to chow down on those triple-crazy, vanilla . . . cream . . . whatever those cookies are called."

"You mean triple-deckernut-crazyvanilla-creamcookies?" Pinkie Pie helped define with remarkable speed, winning baffled looks from Applejack and Rainbow Dash behind her.

"Yeah, those!"

"Oh my gosh! Those cookies Spike makes are the absolute best! I would love it if any of you save some for me! Please, please, pleeeeease?" She flashed several blinks in a needless attempt to convince the Cutie Mark Crusaders. 

Applebloom giggled at her begging. "Sure thing, Pinkie Pie. Ah guess if is wasn't fer yer promise we wouldn't be goin', so we owe ya one."

"Aww, it's no problem. I just hope you all will have as much fun and excitement as we do!"

After smiling at the pink mare's indestructible positivism, the yellow filly sought determination among Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.

"Ya'll rarin' fer tomorrow night's sleepover?"

"More than raring!" the orange filly pegasus contended peremptorily.

"So am I!" the white filly unicorn responded with the exact same promptitude.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS SLEEPOVER AT TWILIGHT'S LIBRARY! YAY!"

And they dashed off, leaving Applejack and Rainbow Dash with their ears and eyes shut painfully tight; as for Pinkie Pie, not a single flinch or twitch prevailed. Either she was used to such loudness (probably thanks to the continuous resonance of the music in her parties) or the elation coursing within her body made her invulnerable to it. All in all, knowing a group of fillies who will have a slumber party concurrent with hers tomorrow easily brought happiness to Pinkie. They were just as excited as she and her friends were.

"Ugh. Shoulda heard that one comin'. Looks like they gotta knack fer cheerin' together as loud as a whole crowd of ponies goin' wild," Applejack noted.

"But aren't they a great bunch of fillies?" Pinkie Pie grinned, oblivious to the lackluster attitudes her friends exhibited. 

"Yeah. Those three are a charm together," Rainbow Dash snorted as her eyes rolled.

"An' now Ah'm concerned about somethin'." Changing the subject, Applejack walked up to Pinkie. "What's this thing about Twilight keepin' a secret for Rarity and Fluttershy? Ya'll should know keepin' secrets from others is never a way ta solving things."

A lapse discommoded the contentment in the pink pony as a guilty grin replaced the smile on her face. Judging by Applejack's tone, she thought it was some sort of a solecistic act of friendship that once happened. Pinkie Pie's "fastest way of losing a friend forever" notion had parallel aspects, but what she said was true (and it was that fact that brought Fluttershy and Rarity into a cherished cognizance back then).

"Of course it is, silly!" Pinkie steadfastly reanimated her sprightly demeanor. "It's a looooong story, but here's how it all began."

> Part 2
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tonight was the night: the slumber party of Princess Luna was moments away for the special six ponies. Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie were all ready to make their hostess' first party the best after a day of hopeful talking and anticipation. 

Everypony had an eager desire to seek satisfaction in a certain activity of the nightly occasion: Rarity and Fluttershy indulging in makeovers, Applejack and Rainbow Dash vying in a pillow fight, and Pinkie Pie whipping up a scary ghost story. As for a resolute Twilight, she was more inclined to share her constellation progress with Princess Celestia, but playing Truth or Dare for the first time would be intriguing. She had packed her best work and her trusty telescope in her saddlebags, hoping to find more star patterns tonight; but this time, with her mentor.

Dusk had fallen upon Equestria, and the six friends had rendezvoused at Twilight's home, waiting with an air of excitement for their transportation to appear. Pinkie Pie happened to be the only pony in the group wearing pajamas; they were light blue, arrayed with apple-topped, pink-frosted cupcakes, and were amazingly soft and fleecy. No matter what Pinkie wore (even if they were surprisingly casual), they would always express her alacritous spirit.

"Lemme guess: your favorite PJs?" Rainbow Dash asked while hovering next to her.

"Uh-huh!" Pinkie Pie nodded. "These are my all-time favorite, even though I got these yesterday. The cats and pajamas store had all kinds of them, but none were as soft and snuggly-wuggly as this one!" Pinkie nuzzled the sleeve of her left arm as proof of it. "So I'm like a huge pillow! I also wanted a cute little kitty, but I was afraid Gummy might become jealous of me having another pet around."

"They certainly fit you and your love for cupcakes," Fluttershy remarked.

"Thanks, Fluttershy, but I bet a caramel apple pair would be perfect for me!" She punctuated her statement with giddy bounces. Alas, not all of the young mares fully assimilated the spirit of recreation.

"Are you sure Spike c’n handle my li'l sister an’ ‘er two filly friends in yer library, Twi?" Applejack spoke to the violet unicorn, wanting to be rest assured.

"I can trust Spike to handle those three," Twilight promised. "All they're doing is having a sleepover just like we will. What harm can they do?"

"Make a mess of yer entire home, or lose some of yer possessions, or drive Spike crazy," she protested.

"Applejack," Rarity stepped in, "you need not to worry so much. This is a time of cherishing and fun for them and for us. Don't forget my little sister Sweetie Belle is in there as well, and I know she has manners when in a pony's home. So relieve yourself of doubt, Applejack. The cheerful mood of tonight is what we should have."

Rarity's more fluent assurance yielded a smile for the now ingratiated orange pony. "Yeah, Ah guess yer right. This 'ere night is all about fun, and Ah'll enjoy it like bein' in a rodeo. Ah hope you two are right about placin’ trust on ‘em."

"We're positive," Twilight affirmed, sending a “well-done” wink to Rarity who reacted in correspondence.

“Look! Our ride’s here!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, projecting a hoof to four royal pegasi arriving with a carrier. The transporters landed in front of the six, retaining their stoic composures. The ponies took heed to their discernable pantomime and proceeded to the carrier. Fortunately, it was large–––and comfortable–––enough to accommodate them in a small circle.

“Here we go, everypony,” Twilight zealously said to them.

“Onward to the slumber party!” Rarity cheered. As if acknowledged, the pegasi arched, extended their wings, and took off at an angle safe for ascending. In no time, they all were high enough above Ponyville to see the roofs of abodes and nearly the outskirts.

Because their direction was west, they were directly facing the captivating descent of Celestia’s sun. The expanding below view was marvelous, but it was nothing compared to the grand and awesome view of the sunset and its intermixed colors. Everypony was enthralled to see such a sight of stunning and spectacular surrealism; it was virtually an once-in-a-lifetime moment for the earth ones to witness a display like this, too.

“Go-lly. Ya don’t see somethin’ like this every day now huh?” Applejack spoke.

“Next to fireworks, nope!” Pinkie Pie concurred as she hung over the edge of the carrier, feeling the altitude's flowing breezes.

“And it’s all thanks to the princesses of Equestria,” Twilight added with gratitude.

“You two must always enjoy glorious sunsets like these do you?” Rarity spoke to the only two pegasi of the group: Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. “At least you two aren’t limited like the rest of us when it comes to being in the sky.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t usually pay attention to them, but I would from time to time,” the blue pegasus clarified.

“I love to watch them whenever I get the chance. They’re so beautiful,” Fluttershy answered in contrast with Rainbow Dash’s statement. 

“Indeed. Such natural works of art,” Rarity accorded. Then she leaned towards the yellow pegasus and discretely whispered, “We have got to share a moment like this together.” Fluttershy nodded as her cheeks tinted red.

“So, are you ready to get thrashed by pillows, AJ? Because I intend to,” Rainbow Dash ensured.

“Not as much as I wanna pummel ya wit' ‘em, Rainbow,” Applejack retorted with a daring grin.

“Like I said before, I’ve developed mad skills in Air Dodgeball. You don’t have a chance.”

“Always puttin’ yer bits where yer mouth is. We’ll see when we get there.”

“Yes, we, will.” Rainbow Dash pressed her face against Applejack’s, proving her growing, competitive disposition.

“Remember you two: this is Princess Luna’s party, so show good behavior under any circumstances. Okay?” Twilight advised them.

“I bet that she wouldn’t even allow such a vigorous activity. Pillow fights aren’t proper for royalty,” Rarity interposed. “We must show self-control and be formal.”

“Chillax, Rarity. We saved her life from Nightmare Moon; we’re bound to get a break from her in having fun,” Rainbow countered.

“Yeah! I mean, what kind of a party doesn’t have fun? Bor-ing!” Pinkie Pie zestfully chirped in.

“Still, we don’t want to make any bad impressions on Princess Luna. She doesn’t entirely know us,” Twilight stated.

“Umm, if I may say, maybe Princess Celestia has told her all about us beforehoof,” Fluttershy inserted herself into the fluctuating conversation. “Maybe she explained to her our personalities or behaviors.”

“Very reasonable, Fluttershy,” Rarity commended. “If so, I hope she informed her about my passion for beautiful and exquisite things and how I lavish on recherché items.”

“Re-sher what?” Applejack inquired into understanding this beyond word.

“Oh, that’s just a fancy word for something exotic or rare. And we all know royalty includes exotic or rare things.”

“Like the attractive flowers and fauna in the royal garden,” Fluttershy exampled with verve and received a nod from the white unicorn.

“Well, I hope so too, because we’re almost there.” Twilight pointed to the large, spiring realm ahead of them that was the royal castle. Going to the most affluent place in Equestria for a night with the princesses can make anypony consider the six friends extremely lucky. All of this was only for benefiting Princess Luna’s socializing skills, but fortune was going to give them a memorable experience.

Nighttime prevailed as they had finally arrived at the castle. After landing, the guests stepped out of the carrier (Rainbow Dash flew out instead only to use her wings). Twilight briefly gazed above her, seeing another dark but dazzling display of dominance by the moon princess; the night seemed as if it itself was inviting them into the castle. The violet unicorn was starting to appreciate the night and its noble nature. In fact, without any of this, starting her assignment wouldn’t have been possible. Now she felt like thanking the moon princess for bestowing her stellar zodiac signs all over Equestria.

“Welcome, my honorable subjects!” a feminine voice from above perturbed the placid atmosphere. All eyes and attention went up to see Princess Luna and Princess Celestia standing on a cloud next to the center facade of their domain. The alicorns jumped off and gently hovered down like the natural levity of snow, landing almost soundlessly. The ponies were about to bow until . . .

“No, everypony,” Luna stopped them. “There is absolutely no need for any show of deference nor address us using titles. Not for tonight." Taking that into relief, everypony stood back up with grateful smiles. Celestia was pleased to see this. “Anyway,” the indigo alicorn continued with a smile, “I want to thank you all for coming here on this special night of ours.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed interruptedly and sparked a reprimanding glare from Twilight. Even in the presence of paramount figures that effervescent pink pony would never refrain from acting herself.

That one must be Pinkie Pie, Luna assumed in thought, also noticing her fitting pajamas. Just like my sister said: excitable, pink, and loves cupcakes. She resumed with an amused chuckle. “I appreciate hearing that. Along with my sister’s faith, I have high hopes of gaining great things from this slumber party we are about to start on. I am counting on you six so I can harbor interacting competence and enjoy this night. Are you all with me?”

“You bet!” everypony prompted in unison. Luna, despite bemused by the simultaneous replies, was glad to hear such readiness.

A definite connection between them all, she affirmed in thought. “Wonderful! Follow me so we can begin.” Luna took lead, and (respectively) Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle trotted behind.

“I see you’ve brought stuff along with you.” Princess Celestia’s voice halted the violet mare in her tracks, her speaking insinuating curiosity. Twilight turned her head back to see the white alicorn graciously approaching her.

“Oh, y-yes,” she stammered at first. “I’ve brought my progress of the constellation project you’ve assigned me and my telescope. I really wanted you to see how far I have gotten, and to let you know, I’ve enjoyed every night of researching them.”

“I’m glad to hear so. I would love to see your progress, but remember what you are here for. My little sister is depending on you and your friends so she can grasp the joys of felicitating with others.”

“Of course,” Twilight hearkened the premonition. “I’ve had a slumber party of my own, so my knowledge could come in handy.”

“Actually,” Celestia said serenely, “you’ll be quite surprised at how my sister will manage it. You’ll see my faithful student. Let us catch up with her.”

The alicorn went forth, while Twilight trailed behind, her mind in requisition. How will Luna manage her slumber party? A list to be done in a specific order? Everypony to instruct her how it should be done? A book demonstrating . . . no, it can’t be: not the same book Twilight herself utilized for organizing her past party. She quickly discarded that assumption; there was just no way. Besides, this was royalty they were adjoining in. There were bound to be unique and exciting things in store for The Elements of Harmony.

Deciding to desist her thinking, Twilight stayed close beside Celestia, a sheepish smile conspicuous. The group ahead of them had already come to Luna’s quarters. The door was cobalt and adorned with a luminous crescent, matching the color and symbol of the moon princess. With a dark blue glow of her prominent horn, Luna swung her door open. The indigo alicorn leisurely stepped in, while her guests awed at the ambrosial and furnished décor of the bedroom. Sapphire was voluminous: the walls, the ceiling, the opaque curtains of her grand windows, and the drapes of Luna’s canopy bed deluged the color. Most noticeably, a blue chandelier of six concave-shaped shades that contained the lights hung from the star-plastered ceiling. 

On the center of the floor, there were eight large pillows conveniently situated in an almost perfect circle all with individual, bright colors: yellow, red, pink, orange, blue, rainbow, purple, and sapphire. 

“As you can see,” Luna directed them, “these pillows designate the color of your coat along with Celestia’s and mines. Well, the rainbow one shares my sister’s multi-colored mane and tail. They are yours to keep.”

“A pink pillow for me? Thanks, Luna!” Pinkie Pie flopped onto her pink headrest.

“I’ll say. Mighty kind of ya,” Applejack added and hugged her orange one. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash also reveled in their respective gifts of softness, but Rarity seemed confused as to whether the red one or purple one was supposedly hers.

“The red one is yours,” Luna clarified for her. “I thought a white one would be too plain of a gift for you, so I hoped a red one would suffice.”

“Oh, it most certainly does. I have a comforter patterned and laced with red, so this will be fitting apparel for my bedspread. I would’ve been flexible with a plain white pillow, but thank you, Luna. I am quite satisfied as your guest,” Rarity credited Luna’s thoughtfulness.

“You’re very welcome . . . Rarity, is it?”

“That is correct,” Rarity nodded. “I am the proud proprietor of the Carousel Boutique in Ponyville, where I make all kinds of beautiful dresses and designs that are more than worthwhile.”

“Yes. My sister has told me about you and every one of your friends. I only need to polish up remembering your names. Now is everypony ready to begin?”

Twilight and Celestia had just joined the circle to their according pillows, so everything was set. After resting on hers, the hostess levitated forth a hazel-colored book with two golden rings on its spine and a picture of two colored pillows on its front. Twilight, Applejack, and Rarity were all instantly struck with familiarity as they saw the same book the violet unicorn had for her slumber party before. Well, this is in fact Luna's very first, so one could surmise that anypony who engages in this fun occasion would by high chance consult a Slumber 101 guide book.

So that’s what Celestia meant by me being surprised, Twilight thought. So much for new and exciting, but at least I will know what to expect after each activity.

“Alright. The first activity we will do is . . . makeovers!” Luna declared. Rarity foresaw this and squealed in excitement inside, clearly anxious on discovering what unique cosmetics the princesses have; Applejack gave a convincing grin, deciding to capitulate with any means of being prettified for the hostess; Rainbow Dash grew uneasy, for girly things didn’t–––and never will–––fit her nature.

“Umm, I think I’ll pass on this one,” she effortlessly fought shy of participating.

“Awww please don’t pass on this, Dashy,” Pinkie Pie pleaded. “We know makeovers aren’t your thing, but you gotta have fun with us and for Luna!”

“Yeah,” Applejack stepped in. “Ah may not be a big fan of girly or froufrou things, but Ah'm willin’ ta oblige if it means helpin’ the princess. So do it fer Luna.” She then faced the indigo alicorn with a sorry smile. “An’ no offense, ma’am.”

“None taken, Applejack,” Luna gave a relieving smile. The Element of Honesty indeed.

“Oh, al-right,” Rainbow Dash gave in, slumping desultorily on her left hoof. Despite the self regrets she will have, it wasn’t as though it will kill her. Perhaps relaxing under a face mask or trying a fruity fragrance won’t be so bad. What could be worse?

“Yay! I can’t wait to see how you look in curlers!” Pinkie Pie ironically said.

Please have mercy.



Still wielding a nonchalant countenance, Rainbow Dash found her chromatic mane and tail coiled in magenta curlers, and she was feeling the ickyness of a chartreuse mud mask. The things she does for the group, but at least Pinkie Pie was the one who applied these on her.

“See? You look fine, Dashy. Turn that frown upside down!” The pink pony tried to cheer her friend up as she rubbed more of the creamy substance on her face. Applejack, who was already dolled up in curlers, snickered quietly at the blue pegasus’ annoyed expression.

“Yes, Rainbow Dash. You look positively darling,” Rarity supplemented, but Rainbow Dash knew she was teasing for the fun of it and repelled her fake compliment with a glare. Deciding to leave her alone, the white unicorn returned to her voluntary task of having Luna luxuriate in this activity. “Are you finding this treatment satisfactory, Luna?” she asked while refining the layer of the salubrious content with a delicate brush.

“This all feels very new, but I like it,” Luna answered. Aside from the ticklish feeling of the moving brush, the composition of purified minerals bestowing its cool, tactile smoothness on her complexion what was she really took delight in; Luna could practically discern a new texture being added onto her face. She was really glad that makeovers were the first activity dictated by the book. “How about you, sister?”

“I’m feeling quite relaxed thanks to these two,” Celestia replied, referring to Fluttershy filing her resplendent horn with meticulous care and Twilight doing the same (with magic) on her bare left hoof.

“A-Am I being too rough, Celestia?” Fluttershy asked warily.

“No, Fluttershy. You’re doing quite fine. In fact, it’s been a while since I remember my horn being treated like this. This is very kind of you.”

“Oh. Th-Then it’s my pleasure, Celestia.” Celestia's salving rendered the yellow pegasus blushing.

“And the same goes to you, Twilight,” the white alicorn sent an impressed smile down to her generous pupil. “Since when did you learn about proper hoof care?”

“A few resourceful books, but the twins that own the spa in Ponyville really deserve the credit. I gained plenty of knowledge about proper and luxurious care from them,” Twilight explained after finishing. “But I hope it’s enough so I can make you feel comfortable.”

“It’s comfortable enough having you around,” Celestia cooed. Twilight hid her smile and blush from the sun princess but went ahead to tend the right hoof.

“Now it’s time for these,” Rarity said as two circular slices of cucumber were delicately placed on Luna’s eyes by the unicorn’s magic. “These are for restoring the natural smoothness around your eyes, not to mention complementing the face mask.”

Being blinded by a green vegetable as part of rejuvenating your skin? Luna thought this was silly; nonetheless, she went with it free of reluctance. Luna giggled to herself; her green-covered face must look like some kind of vegetable pie, healthy for the body but a sickening taste as a downside. The cucumbers were quite the touch though. Their crisp freshness must really contribute to this whole skin-refreshing activity. Plus, if she was hungry, she would freely lick one right off and eat it. She made a mental note: cucumbers can serve as eye healers and at the same time convenient pastime snacks.

Unfortunately, the good feelings were discontinued when all of a sudden her nose began to twitch. Luna dropped her smile as she tried to control it, but then an underlying yet mild irritation occurred, forcing a desperate need to scratch her nose. What was this disturbance that vexed her so? This contradicting feeling can’t possibly be part of the activity. 

Her question didn’t apprehend an answer–––in fact it seemed to have made her problem worse–––for the agitation increased to unbearable levels. Luna couldn’t take this anymore. Sacrificing the looks of her veggie pie face, she firmly rubbed her nose, smearing off some of the muddy content. She scratched as roughly as she could, but the itching refused to decease. Now water was building up in her eyes, and then sneezing took its toll on the poor indigo alicorn.

Everypony gave nonplussed stares at Luna’s strange, involuntary acting. None of them had the foggiest idea why this was happening, while Celestia had a preventive hoof to her mouth in silent giggling.

“Oh my goodness. What’s wrong, Luna?” Twilight asked in complete worry.

“I don’t *achoo* know. Something that’s *achoo* provoking my senses *achoo*. Please excuse me *achoo*." Luna dashed to her bedroom’s bathroom as more sneezing trailed with her and resonated behind the closed door. All of the guests were left in a stale air of awkwardness, but Celestia’s recalcitrant laughing audibly broke it.

“Please forgive me, everypony,” she spoke after settling down and regaining her regal composure. “I knew it would come to this, but I couldn’t resist seeing how funny it really is. You all must know: Luna is allergic to cucumbers.”

“She is?” her subjects responded in unisonous unbelief.

“Yes. This exact issue happened when she ate her first salad: she swallowed a piece of cucumber, and seconds later, she had an inflamed throat, watery eyes, and a red nose. I couldn’t help but laugh at how she reacted, and ironically, she thought the problem was the salad dressing.”

Rainbow Dash rolled on her back in a burst of laughter, for a goddess being allergic to a mere vegetable sounded ridiculously hilarious to her. 

“And you never ever told her about it? Never thought you were like that Celestia, hehehe.”

“I fail to see what's so laughable about a pony who has allergies or their allergic reactions, Rainbow dash," Rarity scolded, but then she faced down disconsolate, looking as though she had floundered on perfecting the intricate constitution of a gem-encrusted dress. “Even if somepony herself committed that reaction by mistake.”

“It’s not your fault, dear Rarity. You never knew,” the white alicorn abated her grief. “And Rainbow Dash is right. I should’ve told my sister about it when I had the chance.”

“I’m right? I mean, yeah, I’m right.” The blue pegasus’ complacency kicked in for receiving agreement from the sun princess. Twilight rolled her eyes at her conceited friend.

“Will she be okay?” she asked Celestia.

“Yes. Fortunately, the effects don’t last long for her,” she also informed. “In fact, she should come out as fine as my morning day.”

“Aaaah, that’s better.” Luna popped out of the bathroom, her appearance clean from the lenitive material and relieved of all the adverse conditions. “I’m sorry about that display. It seemed as though I’m allergic to cucumbers, but cold water easily took care of the sinuses.”

“You’re not upset with me at all, are you?” Rarity asked, hoping not to be berated.

“Of course not. You never knew, and I never knew, so everything is fine,” Luna magnanimously assured after trotting back to her sapphire pillow. “But let us move on to the next activity shall we?” Now she took a new mental note on cucumbers: have sister send them to the moon.

The fashionista’s expectancy of trying the finest and most superlative cosmetics that the princesses own became a letdown. As much as she wanted to whine in protest, she had to stay professional and yield to the advance of Luna’s party. Rarity forced an accommodating smile as Luna brought forth the slumber party guide book and a red quill to mark off the first part as done.

“Makeovers, check.” Immediately, the hair and skin care items disappeared, and everypony was reverted back to their normal looks. Rainbow Dash thanked all that was good and awesome this practical nightmare was over; Fluttershy and Twilight wished to have done more but were nonetheless content for satisfying Celestia. “Next on the list are . . . ghost stories.”

“Yes! My time to shine!” Pinkie Pie jumped up in surefire preparation of introducing her story; alas, all but one pony was willing to hear it.

“G-G-G . . . Ghost stories?” Hearing those two words sent dismaying shivers down Fluttershy’s spine as her pupils dilated. Aside from her fear of dragons and her own shadow, listening to scary tales of horrifying creatures and suspenseful scenes were enough to have the yellow pegasus hide under her pillow. And she definitely didn't want traumatic nightmares in her sleep. “I . . . I don’t know if I want to hear one,” she squeaked while crouching behind her soft, yellow shield.

“Oh, come on, Fluttershy. Ghost stories too?” Rainbow Dash groaned. “They’re not even true; they’re just made up, so get a grip of yourself.”

“But some can be true, and they’re so s-s-scary and terrifying.”

Timorous, diffident, and easily frightened, hence her name, Luna reviewed in thought. She must also be an introvert just like me, so she and I may have similarities. Only one way to resolve this.

“Aw, there’s no need ta be shakin’ in yer horseshoes, sugarcube. Ghost stories are nothin’ ta be 'fraid of,” Applejack tried to allay Fluttershy.

“I’m still not sure.” Her trepidation refused to subside its hindering on the party, but a determined Luna approached the pegasus to mitigate it.

“It’s okay, Fluttershy. We all have fears that force us to consider them,” the alicorn solaced in a sincere tone, crouching to Fluttershy's level. “I had a fear of listening to ghost stories myself when I was a filly.”

“You did?” Fluttershy lifted her head. Luna’s alleviation began to work.

“Mmmhmm. Whenever Celly tried to tell or read me one, I’d hide in my bed or under my pillow and didn’t come out until she raised the sun again. But as I became older and more comprehensive, I learned that they are fictitious, purposed to scare ponies for generations, and sometimes full of nonsense. So I overcame my apprehension of ghost stories and listened to them without a problem. You may be hesitant of it now, but once you realize how silly it actually is, it won’t be so bad. Alright, Fluttershy?”

Of course taking advice like this from anypony would have been first time’s the charm, but hearing it from a princess was unconditionally fruitful. Fluttershy had procured dauntlessness thanks to Luna.

“Thank you, Luna,” she understood with a smile and nod. “I guess I’ll try to listen to Pinkie’s ghost story.”

“Perfect. And I’ll even be by your side in case you happen to be frightened,” Luna generously acted again.

“And I as well,” Rarity concurred and walked over to the pegasus’ other side, providing herself as another wall of comfort. She and Luna consolidated the inspiration with nuzzles. To Fluttershy, there was no better way of consolation than this.

“Oh, thank you both! I feel much better now,” she showed her gratitude with a blush.

“Great! So is everypony ready for my super scary story?” Pinkie Pie jumped to the center of the circle for the attention.

“Yes, Pinkie Pie. We’re all ready,” Luna said for all.

“Good. Celestia, hit the lights.”

A white aura illuminated one of the light switches as Celestia flicked it off. Darkness flawlessly engulfed the room; it was so dark that nopony could see their hooves in front of their face. Only the lofty windows altruistically broadcasted their light and visibility, but then a cone of white light appeared, kindling the audience of various faces and revealing Pinkie Pie’s intimidating grimace. In the upside-down spotlight, with the atmosphere set, and with an adjusted low voice, she began.

“It was a dark and stormy night, and four friends were preparing the last batch of creamy cherry muffins for tomorrow’s annual bake sale in their messy kitchen. One of them discovered that there were no more cherries for the recipe, so that pony had to go outside in the storm, and get some more from the garden. With a raincoat and a bowl, she set out despite the cold rain and the threatening thunder and lightning. She went to the garden where ripe cherries and other juicy fruit were just waiting to be picked. She started gathering one by one, but then a rustling sound disturbed her attention. She gasped, looked around, but saw nothing but ominous darkness, like something was bound to erupt out of nowhere and attack her. With a nervous gulp, she continued her picking with watchful eyes. As soon as she had finished, and picked up the bowl, there were more rustling sounds, but louder. Frozen stiff and heart beating faster than a speeding pegasus, she slowly turned around. A gasp . . . then a flash . . . and then the bowl of cherries spilling on the ground was what happened next.”

As Pinkie Pie’s scary muffin story progressed, it had implemented silent but petrified expressions on most of the ponies: Applejack and Rainbow Dash shivering to the bone, Twilight biting her lower lip in angst, half of Rarity’s face cowering behind her hooves, and ironically Luna gulping under her pillow. As for Fluttershy and Celestia, they haven’t shown any signs of being fazed at all–––disturbed, but not fazed. Soon enough, Pinkie had most of them right where she wanted them as she was about to conclude the hanging suspense.

“And just when the last pony thought she was safe with her last muffin, there . . . standing right behind her . . . just inches away . . . with a machete was . . . the MUFFIN PONY!”

In a flourish, the pink pony jumped on her hind legs as though primed to pounce on an unlucky target, her front hooves arched menacingly over her listeners. Suddenly, the single wide ray of translucent light deceased, and everything went pitch black again. A split-second flash occurred, and then a huge, ghostly white silhouette of the malicious murderer wielding two blades appeared where Pinkie stood. Applejack, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity all broke out in terror-induced screams as it seemed horror manifested itself and was about to claim their lives. Miraculously, nothing gruesome or fatal happened. In fact, the next thing was hearing fits of laughter from Pinkie Pie and strangely from Celestia herself. Their eyes opened to seem them sprawled on the floor together.

“Hahaha! We really scared them! Way to go, Celestia! Up high!” Pinkie raised her hoof, and Celestia high-hoofed it with hers. The four were baffled at this but then realized they were holding one another securely. Rainbow Dash and Applejack automatically released each other, while Twilight and Rarity slowly dropped their hold from around a startled Fluttershy.

“So, wait. You two did all of that?” Rainbow Dash inquired Pinkie. 

“Uh-huh! She did the flash and the whole muffin ghost thing,” she explained. “I sent her a letter yesterday all about my ghost story and my plan, and she agreed to do it with me!”

“It was a little over-the-top, but I knew it would be a good scare for you all,” Celestia added, smiling furtively.

“A little? That story was downright sick-twisted!” Twilight asserted. “I couldn’t stand the part where they ate the cupcakes that had their friend’s blood in it, and the bake sale became an epidemic!”

“Or the part where they ate strudels and blood gushed out as soon as they bit into it,” Rarity cohered. “Disgusting and unpleasant if you ask me.”

“But I liked the part where in the middle of the night, they saw cupcakes on their counter that they had never made, and each one had a letter spelling out, ‘You’re next’!” Rainbow actually favored.

“Well, land sakes, Pinkie Pie. That hair-raisin’ tale of yers scared the horseshoes outta me,” Applejack admitted. “Guess you were right about it bein’ frightenin’.”

“But I don’t get how you went through without so much as to flinch, Fluttershy,” Twilight pointed a demanding-to-know hoof at the yellow pegasus. Fluttershy looked down at her wrinkled pillow but was consistent to reply.

“Oh, well, I did react a few times, but they were subtle." She raised up to display a self-content smile. “I tried not to think about any of those terrible images, so I kept hugging my pillow. I kept hugging it tighter and tighter when even more terrible images tried to enter my mind, and none of them did. So I guess it’s thanks to my lovely pillow, also to Rarity and Lu–––“ Fluttershy turned left to see nothing beside her; the indigo alicorn was gone. “Oh my. Where’s Luna?”

“Did the muffin ghost get her?” Twilight’s eyes darted back and forth anxiously.

“Don’t be silly, Twilight,” Celestia calmed. “The ghost isn’t real, but I do know where she happens to be.” She sauntered over to Luna’s bed and knelt down to the sapphire bed skirt. “It’s okay, dear sister. You can come out now.”

Slowly, Luna’s head and hooves peeked out like a scared little filly unsure that all danger was gone. All she viewed was light and color, so she assumed that the dark event was over. 

“Are, are you sure?” she asked while looking around sharply.

“Yes, Luna. The whole thing was a contrivance by me and Pinkie Pie, so come on out.”

Cautiously, Luna came out from her hiding place and into sight, her pupils still shifting in paranoia. Confirming that nothing threatening was present, she huffed in relief but then glared at her mischievous sister.

"Ahem. I should've expected something like that from you, Celly, but I'll admit that charade was brilliant. Good story, Pinkie Pie, despite it being so," she shivered a little, "gory."

"Thanks, Luna!" Pinkie replied, taking another negative comment as a compliment.

"Anyhow, ghost stories, check. Now it's time for . . ." Luna telekinetically flipped through a few pages in her aiding book for the next activity, "oooh, s'mores!" Fluently dismissing her previous worries, Luna was now appetent to taste one of those delicious-looking treats that were specifically for slumber parties. The Slumber 101 book had a picture depicting the common s'more: a piece of rich chocolate and a roasted marshmallow smothered between two perfectly square graham crackers, like a dessert version of a sandwich. It was an all-in-one sweet, gooey, and crunchy confection. There couldn't possibly be a way this, an activity centered on a toothsome snack, will go wrong. "I'll get the contents!" she fervently persisted and dashed to the royal kitchen. Everypony looked at the sudden change of Luna with a little perplexity. 

"Well, looks like she's more excited th'n a cowpony gettin' ready ta lasso down a bull," Applejack figuratively commented.

"That is because she has been waiting eagerly to try one ever since she read that section about them," Celestia mentioned. "Frankly, I think it is the chocolate that she really seeks to savor."

"Then we shall send her taste buds on a chocolately and delicious journey!" Pinkie Pie assured.

By the time Luna returned with the food items, the fireplace was lit and ready along with fireproof skewers for roasting the marshmallows. The indigo alicorn took charge of gingerly rotating the white cylinders over the tractable fire, while Celestia critically centered a toasted-brown one on top a square piece of chocolate and half a honey-graham cracker. In the meantime, two impatient ponies were already eating to their heart’s content.

"Umm, shouldn’t you save some for the rest of the s’mores?" Fluttershy advised Rainbow Dash.

"Yeah, but this chocolate is way too good to be left hangin'," Rainbow said after tossing another piece into her mouth.

"Tell me about it!" Pinkie Pie coincided, munching with a chocolate-coated mouth, even after proclaiming to enliven the host's palate senses. It was a good thing Luna had brought plenty of the perforated bars, for all would have been gone by the time the marshmallows were done.

"Now calm yer cravin's you two," Applejack tried to order them, "fer most of this 'ere good stuff is fer Luna's appetite."

"Funny hearing that from a pony who was once unyielding to let her hostess try the first s'more," a satirical voice perturbed the orange pony. Applejack faced Rarity with a provoked brow.

"An' what's that s'pos ta mean?"

"Don't you remember? You didn't let Twilight eat the first delicately made s'more regardless of her briefly marveling at it, when you were quite inconsiderate back then."

"Now Ah wasn't bein' inconsiderate back then. Ah was jus' showin' 'er how ta . . . take th' chance ta . . . ta jus' . . . not waste time an' eat 'em?" Applejack gave a wry grin after her poor self-defending. 

"It's okay, Applejack. I wasn't upset at all," Twilight saved her friend from the pangs of guiltiness. "Although, technically, it was made for me. Just make sure Luna gets the first one made, okay?"

"Right. Don't you worry none about it," Applejack nodded.

"Especially from these two." Before another piece of chocolate fell into Rainbow's mouth, Twilight froze it in mid-air with her telekinetic grasp as well as seizing the spare pieces from Pinkie. "I think that's enough for you two."

Rainbow Dash huffed and crossed her hooves like a spoiled filly, while Pinkie Pie turned her attention to Celestia who had just finished assembling the perfect s'more.

"All done. Luna, the first s'more is waiting for you," she called for her sister in a motherly tone. Luna looked back to see the small, sweet creation beheld to view. Oh, how she couldn't wait to sink her teeth into such diminutive goodness. She rested the unfinished marshmallows on the metal rack near the fire and went over to the table, her eyes fixed on her mouth's target.

"Oooooooh." Luna licked her lips and awed at it as though it was something priceless–––pricelessness that was edible. One could've sworn they had seen a string of drool cascading from her mouth.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" her sister giggled. "Go ahead and enjoy your treat."

A sapphire aura surrounded the s'more. Luna carefully levitated it to her yearning, open mouth. As soon as it was near, she expended no time and ate it whole. A faint taste of honey was present on her tongue and roof, but when she crushed it all with her teeth, a plethora of mouth-watering flavors flooded her interior fleshy sanctum. Fletcherizing, Luna lost herself in the delectable coalescence: the pair of graham crackers supplied their scrumptious crispness, the chewy warmth of the marshmallow welded satiably inside her puffed cheeks, and the chocolate. The sweet, divine, luscious taste of it ultimately made every second of chewing pleasurable, deeming itself the best out of the other palatable sensations. Luna gave hums of satisfaction as she flexed the fluctuation of fanciful flavors, and after several more thorough chews, the delectation was ended by a swallow. Her mouth had just experienced something unprecedented, and only one simple word could describe it:

"Delicious!" Luna happily declared. Everypony cheered for the alicorn's enjoyment of her first s'more. "And now for all of you to enjoy a s'mo . . . oh no!" All post reveling was relegated when she realized she left the marshmallows near the fire for too long. Luna hastily withdrew them from the fire, but it was too late. They weren’t just burnt to a crisp; they were cremated to their fluffy, sugary centers, completely charcoal black.

“Those were all the marshmallows that were left. I’m so sorry to let this happen. I guess my enjoyment got the utmost best of me,” Luna grieved.

“Umm, that’s okay, Luna,” Twilight said submissively, masquerading her disappointment of still not tasting a s’more of her own. “It’s really no big deal.”

“At least we still had this amazing chocolate to eat!” Pinkie Pie brought up.

“Ah, yes, of cour . . . wait, had?” Luna turned around and froze in a gasp, her jaw dropping dramatically in disbelief. There stood Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Celestia, and Fluttershy all with cocoa-colored evidence plastered on their faces, plus discarded candy wrappers adjacent to them. It was self-explanatory: those four had eaten the rest of the chocolate.

“Pinkie!” Twilight reprehended.

“Rainbow!” Applejack glared.

“Fluttershy?” Rarity gasped.

“Celly!” Luna whined.



Luna sighed despondently; so far it’s been a faux pas for each activity. First the cucumber conflict, then retreating under her bed from being scared half to death, and not a while ago accidentally burning her guests' marshmallows (plus not having any of her savory chocolate to happily devour). What’s next to possibly mess up?

The book answered her pessimistic question: Truth or Dare. The name itself didn’t seem so propitious, but the rules of the game itself were intriguing. You had to give an honest to every question, or do what any pony dares you to do. Simple but oh so advantageous. Luna could target her vulnerable sister with questions or dares, and she would have no choice but to fulfill them. Now with an ulterior motive set, Luna hoped for a thrill from this.

“Alrighty,” she said unctuously. “Next up is Truth or Dare, and as the hostess of this party, I shall–––“

"Generously let one of my guests go first. Isn't that right, dear sister?" Celestia intercepted the young alicorn's speaking with contrary words. She faced Luna with a discrete smirk that told her, "Two can play at this game." Luna's eyes were broad in shock. That cheater interpolated on purpose! That Celly always knew how to craftily turn things around, even at the last moment. While her mind was registering this situation, Luna retaliated with an acute glare that said, "This means war."

"W-why yes that's correct, what I was just about to say," she feigned agreement. None of the ponies discerned the underlying incitement in her tone, but Celestia and her deft side certainly did. Abridging Luna was what it did best. "So, who wants to start first?"

"Meee!" Rainbow Dash seized her chance for some real fun, sporting an indirect but cunning grin. To Rainbow, selectivity was bucked out of the window, for the reticle had already pinpointed her target: Applejack. "Alright. I dare Applejack to say, 'Rainbow Dash is better than me'. Three times!"

"What!?" Applejack gasped. "Until every single apple in Sweet Apple Acres is sold if ya'll think that Ah'm gonna repeat somethin' false like that three times." Starting off with a merciless and degrading dare was pretty expecting from the blue pegasus, something her adversary would no doubt hate to have cross her lips. Luna would have done something similar to Celestia had it not been for the unforeseen intervention that forced her to show generosity, but she schemed swift payback on her sister. In the meantime, this current and artful impasse should be quite amusing.

"Hate to break it to ya, but you have to do it," Rainbow Dash grinned maliciously. "It's the rule."

"Sorry, Applejack, but she's right. You  have to fulfill it. Thrice to be exact." Luna may have sounded sorry for her, but deep down she couldn't wait to speculate some humiliating entertainment. This game can involve one to downplay another, but it all should be facetious. Nothing too serious whatsoever.

"And make sure we can all hear it clearly," Rainbow added for provocation.

"Ahh hayseed. Fine, I'll do it." After a silent mutter, Applejack proceeded with the loathsome dare. A voice in the back of her head reminded her of the bright side however—'This won't kill me. Yeah! An' after Ah git through this, Ah c'n get Dash back twofold fer pullin' this off on me.' 

"Rainbow Dash is better than me."

Ugh! It felt as though a degenerative poison was sparked on her tongue, and it began its deleterious course throughout her body.

"Rainbow Dash is better than me."

It was already the second time, but the demoralizing effects were taking their toll. This was nothing but pure torment, but just one more would end it all. It was doubtful if her body were to fully recover from this, but . . .

"Rainbow Dash is better than me."

She was still alive.

"And it's alllllll true." With the deed done, the blue pegasus obtained her thrill alongside a condescending smirk. Applejack clashed it with a listless glare, but now it was her turn, and her target was indisputable.

"Alright, Rainbow Dash. You think yer so high n' mighty with that no-good dare o' yers? Well, git a load a this!"

Prying looks took over everypony's face as they leaned in to precisely hear the next verbal action. A few had a bad feeling what kind of mandatory challenge the orange pony will dish out. As for a prehensile Luna, she was desirous to hear it all. It took only one dare to have the indigo alicorn eager for her chance to deliver one of her own, but for now, she had to be patient.

"Ah dares you ta not fly fer a whole day! A whole twenty-four hours!"

A ring of catenated gasps occurred from the ponies (except Celestia albeit surprised). Rainbow Dash's face froze in horror, for she was just given the bane of every pegasus in the form of a dare: being grounded. "Didn't see that one comin' now didja?"

Wow, what a daunting dare for a pegasus like Rainbow Dash, Luna deduced in thought. And she has to accept it. Hehe, I would be shocked as well if Celestia gave me a dare similar to that.

"Ooooooh. That's a good one, Applejack," Pinkie Pie remarked, unmindful that she irked a glare from Rainbow. It's true this affected the unfortunate blue mare, but her demeanor refused to be afflicted.

"No flying for a day? No problem!" she bluffed behind a pretense of confidence. "I can take it! Just you see, Applejack!'

"Mmmhmm. I'd like ta see ya try, Rainbow."

"Okay, you two," Luna said in-between her mirth. "Let's have somepony else take a turn. Somepony like . . ."

"Meeee!" cried the restless voice of a rambunctious pink pony as she jumped on her pillow. "I wanna go next! I wanna go next! Please, please, please, Luna?"

Luna blinked as though stupefied. Darn it! It was almost her chance for some traumatizing fun! Of course that pony had to call for it. 

"O-oh, umm . . . o-of course you can, Pinkie Pie," she allowed before a silent sigh, sacrificing her opportunity. Curse her generosity, but hopefully it will repay her with the chance to go.

"Okay," she began. "Is it true that you, Rarity, once drank so much of Applejack's apple cider at my last party that you became drunk?"

Rarity took exuberance to a whole new level as her cheeks became fiery red, and her expanded eyes complemented them. She couldn't exactly recall being lost in a drunken stupor at the event, but remembering the awkward yet irresistible taste from the first bottle she had was fresh in memory. Admitting such an unbecoming fact was embarrassing enough, and having attracted the eyes of everypony (including the princesses') didn't fail to induce excruciating discomfort in her.

"Well . . . even though half of that event doesn't seem to cross my memory . . . yes. It's true."

Another round of gasps (except Celestia albeit quite amused) was brought forth, while Fluttershy was more transfixed than merely shocked.

"Ya mean that was you who drank five bottles of that stuff? Dang, Ah knew Ah shoulda mentioned there were sum hard cider bottles mixed wit' them apple ones by mistake."

By now Rainbow Dash's lungs needed a gallon of air from all the tearful laughing she had done. "Of course! No wonder Rarity was dancing so weirdly with Berry Punch that time and was knocked out on the floor with her. Hahaha!"

Twilight's, Applejack's, and Pinkie Pie's irrepressible laughter accompanied Rainbow Dash's; even Luna and Celestia were finding this plight comical as they silently chuckled. 

Oh my. Am I glad that I wasn't chosen so far, Luna smiled. This game is so fun to be a spectator of.

Rarity's glower showed that she obviously was neither happy nor letting this go unchallenged. "Hmph! You all must really take amusement in such a frivolous game. Right, Pinkie Pie?" she directed her chide to the pony who caused this.

"Uh-huh! As long as it's all in good fun!" she replied blithely. Theoretically, Pinkie Pie's overly-optimistic personality and naivety would prevent her perception of anything pernicious, (unless self-evident or her Pinkie Sense self-activates). Thus, little did she know that dispiriting retaliation was approaching her.

"Well how's this for good fun? I dare you to not hold a single one of your parties for an entire week!"

The spitefulness in that sentence overpowered the cheerfulness in Pinkie as her tenacious smile disappeared.

"Th-That's not fun," she whimpered behind the sleeves of her pajamas. "That's not fun at all . . ."

"Hey!" An indignant Rainbow Dash snapped at the white unicorn's indiscriminate act, her wings flaring up to match her anger. "That wasn't intended to embarrass you, Rarity. This is how the game goes! You should've lightened up and not have taken it seriously!"

"Well, I couldn't!" Rarity argued back. "I couldn't stand to have something so unladylike of me exploited like that."

"Oh, boohoo. Pony up for once and don't be so sensitive! Wanna not stand anything else? I dare you to not make a fancy shmancy dress for a week."

"Now wait just a minute!" a meek yet assertive voice disconnected the quarrel. Fluttershy, the pegasus who always succumb to reticence, was taking a stand. "Rarity is making a dress for me as a gift, and that dare you just gave her will keep it from being done. So listen here! I dare you to . . . to, umm . . . to go to the Ponyville spa with me and Rarity one day."

"What!?" First restricted from flying and now forced to attend a day at the last place she would ever want to be in Ponyville? Rainbow Dash couldn't have been more chagrinned. 

"Ha! Good one, Fluttershy," Applejack snickered.

"Oh, that's funny huh?" Rainbow scowled at her. "I dare Twilight to turn your hat pink."

That reprisal paralyzed the orange pony. Applejack dared not to picture her most personal possession altered into such an outlandish quality, but a connate feeling convinced her that Twilight probably wouldn't commit something that would devastate her own friend. 

"Ha!" Applejack gave a smug grin. "Like Twi would ever turn mah hat–––"

She was interrupted by a brief flash right above her. Fearfully looking up, Applejack's mouth went agape. Twilight had done it: the orange pony's Stetson was bright pink, and it practically burned.

"Sorry, AJ, but a dare is a dare," Twilight said before letting free a humored laugh. Feeling affronted, Applejack huffed.

"Yeah? Ah dare you ta dye your mane a different col'r."

"I dare you to get a new mane style," Rarity told Applejack. 

"I dare you to mess up yours," Rainbow Dash shot at Rarity.

"I dare you to uhh . . . umm,  paint your mane a different color," Fluttershy added to the concoction of mane-altering dares. "Umm, if that's okay with you."

As the onset of those dares converted into a cacophony, Luna bit her lower lip and made another conjecture: this game can involve altercating and quality-degrading dares. Before she could cease the dissonance, one singularly sound dare did the trick. 

"I dare Celestia to let me prepare the Grand Galloping Gala!"

All was then silent thanks to Pinkie Pie's wishful attempt to lay the groundwork for the forthcoming Gala. Unfortunately, Princess Celestia knew her too well.

"As much as I modestly regard your skills in party preparing," she smiled playfully, "I am afraid I can't comply with that."

"Awwwww. That's okay, 'cause I know it'll be super funtastic anyway!"

"It will, Pinkie Pie. Anyhow, I believe it is my turn since you picked me, so . . ." Celestia gave some thought for a perfect dare, and then a realization occurred to her. Pillow fight was the next activity for the slumber party, and since everypony owned a pillow . . .

"I dare everypony to throw her pillow at Luna!"

Darn you, Celly, gulped a wide-eyed and confounded indigo alicorn as Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle all grabbed their respective pillow.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Can do!"

"Okie dokie lokie!"

"Why certainly."

"I-I hope it doesn't hurt you."

"Sorry, Luna."

"Wait!" Luna flailed her hooves but to no avail of stopping them. She was struck face first by the blue pillow, knocked back by the orange pillow, and finally enclosed in a colorful mountain by the pink, purple, red, and yellow ones. Feathers undulated in the air as Luna's head lifted the yellow pillow above the pile. After spitting out the few feathers in her mouth, a mindset of payback had procured.

Despite the fact her guests were dared to assault their host with pillows, Luna had an impetuous inclination to get them (including her sister) back. After all, pillow fight was the following activity, and thanks to Celestia, the colored pillows were in Luna's possession now.

It. Was. On.

A dark grin slowly broadened on Luna as each surrounding pillow was being levitated by her telekinesis.

Oh my, Celestia thought in hindsight. Perhaps I should not have done that.

"Uhhh, girls?" Twilight said, voice shaken with fear. "I think we should run."

"Yaaaaaaah!" was the indigo alicorn's initial yell before simultaneously launching all of the pillows right back at her guests. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Pinkie all luckily foresaw the volley and jumped away from their oncoming pillow, but Twilight, Rarity, and Fluttershy were all directly hit and knocked back. 

An invigorated Luna smirked, for she had more ammunition in store: the numerous cerulean pillows on her bed. Lifting five of them, she hurled one by one at Applejack first.

"Woah, nelly!" The orange pony barely had a chance with dodging the first two velvety projectiles. Alas, two more consecutively brushed the hat clean off her head and knocked her to the wall. Recollecting, Luna's next target was bouncing and pink. 

"Heeheehee! I bet you can't get me!" Pinkie Pie giggled, overtaken by her frolicsome proclivity, but it didn't seem to be acknowledged. Before she knew it, she was repressed by a hail of Luna's pillows. Pinkie emerged as her eyes rolled in a brief daze, and yet she gave a laugh as though all of this was loads of fun. "Hahaha! Good one, Luna!"

"Oh yeah? No way you can get me!" a presumptuous voice acquired Luna's attention. None other than Rainbow Dash was off ground, looking down at Luna provocatively. The indigo alicorn gathered seven of her fluffy weapons and propelled one after another at the airborne pegasus. As each pillow came at Rainbow, she executed one successful dodge after another, resulting in seven consecutive evasions. After that unsuccessful barrage, Rainbow Dash crossed her hooves triumphantly, closing her eyes.

"Ha! Is that all you got?" she scoffed. Her self-glory of becoming unscathed was about to end however. There was a tap on her left shoulder, Rainbow turned, and she was instantly struck in the face by a cerulean pillow. Luna had teleported.

The blue pegasus fell down fortunately onto her blue pillow. Luna had viciously returned the favor to her guests, but . . .

"Feel my fluffy wrath!"

It wasn't over.

While in the air, Luna telekinetically amassed every single pillow present in her room. The seven that belonged to each pony plus the seven cerulean ones (including hers) equaled fourteen deadly bullets of softness. Luna raised her hooves, and the pillows were above the defenseless ponies. With a single downward thrust of her hooves, she assailed them all. Feathers were rife and prevalent in the air, and they signified the victory of Princess Luna.

"Muahahaha! I have proven myself superior in the sport of pillow fighting! I have dominated all competition! I, Princess Luna, have . . . won . . ."

She slowly but finally became conscious of what she had just done: mercilessly beat everypony with pillows, not to mention the huge mess of feathers everywhere. Luna winced at the groans coming from most of the young mares, but what about . . .

"My, my, Luna. You certainly have proven yourself superior when it comes to pillow fighting," Celestia commended over Luna's right shoulder.

Of course.

"Woohoo! That was awesome, Luna! Can we do that again?" Pinkie Pie fervently asked with feathers festooned in her mane, apparently fine in almost every way. Before wondering on how that pony could sustain such impacts, Luna sighed dispirited.

"I'm so sorry that I became so carried away like that," she frowned. "I hope I didn't hurt any of you."

"Are you kidding?" a surprised Rainbow Dash flew up to the depressed alicorn as well as everypony else conjoining around her. The pegasus did wanted an aggressive battle against her favorite adversary Applejack, but after witnessing (and suffering) Luna's more dynamic display, she rather not attempt to entice her. Nevertheless, Rainbow highly regarded the outplay. "That was some serious skill the way you threw those tons of pillows at us! And it's okay. None of us are really hurt."

"Agreed, and I myself don't favor such an uncultured activity," Rarity endorsed as she magically brushed away the artificial plumes from around Luna.

Despite the esteeming and sight of nopony superficially injured, Luna still didn't smile. "No, it's not okay. My very first slumber party is a total disaster! I had to cut the makeovers short thanks to my cucumber allergy, I hid under my own bed like a filly, I incinerated the marshmallows, I didn't get a turn in Truth Or Dare, and just now, I ruined both your pillows and the pillow fight! On top of that, I've learned not a single essential prospect of having fun with others, so I can't check "Have Fun" off. And it's my fault for it."

After ending her self-reproaching with a hoof stomp, Luna fell onto a deformed pillow and gave another suspire of failure. The feeling that there was no point in continuing now painfully stymied her endeavor; all of the past anticipation and enthusiasm was for naught. She discomposed her trial of cultivating her social skills, just as she disarrayed her previously clean room with feathers, pillows, and scrolls.

Wait, a scroll?

Derailed from her crestfallen state, Luna looked at the object in front of her before raising it in her magic. Where could this have come from? It apparently wasn't hers, for it was accentuated with a golden seal of Celestia's cutie mark plus a red ribbon. Only one particularly studious pony could have owned this manuscript.

"Oh, that belongs to me, Luna." Twilight approached her prior to realizing her own saddlebag toppled over due to Luna's finishing bombardment.

"May I know what this contains?" the alicorn asked.

"My illustration of a constellation and information about it as part of my assignment for Celestia. You can look in it if you want."

"Constellations?" Unraveling the scroll showed her Twilight's esoteric picture of networking lines with dots that construe the actual image. Luna easily recognized this one: Gemini. Underneath it was an ample description telling its history and the name of the stars that produce it. Luna knew Twilight Sparkle was a very intelligent unicorn as far as being acquainted with her, but seeing how she was even capable of work like this increased positive thought about her, plus feeling honored.

"Gemini. This is quite accurate for a mare at your level of interpreting," she smiled and then faced her sister. "Celly, you never told me you gave your student an assignment that relates to my charisma. I'm impressed with her work."

Celestia came up to see for herself. "I knew it would be a surprise for you, Luna. Twilight has developed an admiration for your night ever since she began this."

"I really wanted to show Celestia how well I've done so far, so I took your occasion as a chance to do so," Twilight explained. "It wasn't the sole reason I came if you happen to think that. In fact, I knew showing you would delight you, too. You may be lacking the intimacy of making friends, but you will never lack the will needed to obtain it. Just like your will of procreating one beautiful night after another."

No doubt she was right; Luna couldn't have been any more venerated by the unicorn's creditable sedulity and such . . . motivational words. The fact that her slumber party didn't go as planned lost its deterring linger on her; no more has her impression been dissuaded. Getting up on her hooves, Luna dismissed her downcast mood, proving so with a weak but reconstituted smile.

"Thank you very much for those influential words, Twilight Sparkle. Let me admit I did have a few fun moments during our time, so our slumber party wasn't completely a catastrophe. However, I still can't check the last task off."

"Awwwww," everypony repined, complementing their disappointment with lowered heads. As for Celestia, a suspicion of playful pretense had her guessing.

"And why is that, dear sister?" she asked in an affectation of surprise. Luna's newly-founded but happy grin was a portent of something grand she had in store.

"Because . . ." 

Before finishing, Luna concentrated forth a white glowing sphere of magic on the peak of her horn. Thereafter, the entire clutter of feathers and pillows was instantly cleaned up.  All feathers were gone and all pillows were replenished to their original condition. Not only did Luna's magic proved itself highly proficient but also set the grounds for the indigo alicorn's fresh zeal and imminent disclosure.

"The slumber party is not over yet."







The guests wondered what their hostess was planning after they had followed her to a grassy field outside Ponyville, vast and capacious of ground and air. The night sky furnished Luna with newfangled energy just waiting to be discharged in accordance to her idea. Nearly likewise for Twilight and Celestia, who both hold admiration of the moon princess's glorious nighttide. The cool grass blades tickling their hooves provided an easeful ambience. This environment was perfect.

"Alright, everypony," Luna called their attention. "What I'm about to do is something that ponies rarely see me do. Only my sister has witnessed it once or twice."

Celestia's eyes broadened as her memory went back over a thousand years to what Luna was referring to. Ah, she remembered well enough: how Luna aesthetically portrayed her divine power; how she showed her ability to call upon the heavens; how simply beautiful the act was, and it was time for Celestia to experience it again. The white alicorn softened her face into a smile, and she sat down with the audience of young mares.

"So for my special guests, you all will be the first to have this view of it. I hope everypony will enjoy."

Taking a few ceremonious steps forward, the moon princess prepared herself. Wings extent and horn opulent of ancient magic, Luna ascended at a leveled speed with an outstretched hoof seeming as though she was reaching to touch her celestial objects. Her other hoof joined her first before she reached high altitude. The umbral image of Princess Luna obscured the moon. The power was now at its crest, the moon was at aid, and the stars were ready.

Stars in the heavens, hear my voice
Acknowledge my presence and hearken my choice
To present to Equestria, all of the land
Our virtue of divinity from where they stand

I call for you, my stars, upon this very night
To share with every creature your awesome light
Now it is time, in this very hour
Cast forth from the sky a heavenly shower!

Countless twinkles multiplied within the blanket of stars as though they were responding to Luna's call. And responded each and every single one had.

Twilight, Rainbow, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie were all riveting in awe so far, silently oohing and aahing, while Celestia kept on her serene expression. The sun princess knew what to expect next of this ethereal display; in fact, she could discern it at the very moment.

Her pupil was the second to see through the optical illusion. Several of the twinkles were becoming bigger. She did remember hearing the word "shower" in Luna's incantation, so were the stars actually . . .

Everypony else made a commixture of indistinct plaudits, purely the fact that this was nothing they had ever marveled at.

"That's awesome!" 

"It's incredible." 

"Simply dazzling!"

"It's lunartastic!"

Twilight didn't make a laconic comment, but instead raised a perceptive hoof in the air, having an idea of what was precisely happening. Indeed, numerous seemed as though they were approaching ground. Everypony stood up as they had finally noticed. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy went airborne with their speculative thirsts and copied their friend's action. Celestia watched her captivated ponies probing the abstract phenomenon with an amused smile.

'Three . . . two . . . one.'

Fluttershy flinched. The twinkle she gazed at touched her right hoof. What she didn't expect was to slowly disappear from twinkle to tail and to leave a tiny but pleasantly warm feeling that nearly made her squeak. She realized the falling stars were harmless and tactual. An open smile brightened as she had found a wondrous facet of this experience (as did Rainbow Dash and the rest). This was unlike anything they have ever experienced!

With Twilight, she was more fascinated at the magnitude of omnipotent magic this feat required. Making stars cascade from the sky proved Luna's power paralleled to Celestia's, and it definitely proved the powerful connection she retains with her night. So many wonders immersed her mind in ruminating, but the warmth of two more contacting stars detracted Twilight. Perhaps it was best to watch and enjoy the atmosphere like Rarity or jump aimlessly around like Pinkie Pie. 

With everypony having a delightful taste of the "heavenly shower" she had bestowed upon them, Luna returned to the group, only to be immediately tackled by the pink pony.

"Wow, Luna!" Pinkie exclaimed to Luna face-to-face. "I would've never imagined you doing something like this! How exactly did you do it?"

"Yes, Luna," Fluttershy coincided, wanting to know as well. "The stars feel so lovely. This is nothing like I have seen in my entire life."

"Same here, Fluttershy," Applejack nodded, "an' I bet ponies far n' wide are enjoyin' this as much as we are."

After being helped up, the memory of watching her subjects' skylarking in this exact scenario centuries ago elicited a content sigh. "It's true. All of Equestria does frolic in this rare night, a night where I display the righteous power of an alicorn."

"And it pleases me how you have adeptly shown it," Celestia added, her smile as fulgent as the many stars in the landscape. "It looks as though your slumber party has turned out great after all."

Luna happily adhered to that truth. "It certainly has, Celly. I've enjoyed this night even though most things didn't go so accordingly. Which means," she brought out the guide book and the red quill from Twilight’s saddlebag, "I declare this slumber party a success! Have fun, check!"

Luna's declaration was met with cheers of approval, both inducing more vivacity for all to indulge in. The infinite, spiritlike entities of the midnight sky continued to bathe Equestria with their sheen and warm tidings to what seemed like forever. More of the incorporeal objects did so with the six mares and the two alicorns, and everypony savored them as they vanished at their fur.

This endeavor was worth it, Luna thought while watching the liveliness she yielded among her ponies. Through the whole cucumber, chocolate, and pillow gaffe, it was the most fun experience I've had since my return. No more am I skeptical of making friends thanks to this. New confidence I have definitely awoken.

Fluttershy and Rarity catching as many falling stars as they could together; Rainbow Dash flying through them all in a laid-back fashion; Applejack reclining on the grass, taking the scenery at the best view; and Pinkie Pie jumping on her hind legs, undoubtedly loving the feeling of the tangible warmth (excluding her pajamas). Luna took amusement in all. 

But, of course, there are two things I must attend. One, to repay Twilight for the cherished words with new constellations for her project.

The indigo alicorn smiled at the violet unicorn, knowing which astral figures to conjure for tomorrow's time.

And two . . .

Luna directed a devious smirk to a preoccupied Celestia. She knew half of the mishaps during the slumber party were her sister's doing. Underneath the regality and sheer beauty of the white alicorn was a mischievously playful little ego Luna figured out.

To get Celly back.

> Postlude
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Best, slumber party, ever!" Rainbow Dash proclaimed as she, Twilight, Rarity, and Applejack cantered their way to the town library after giving "good nights" to Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. It was indubitably agreeable that all the events they have been given this night were treasured by the six young mares as well as by the princesses of Equestria. From being bedazzled by a sunset, to being maimed by pillows, and to being (literally) starstruck by Princess Luna's incredible feat, everypony couldn't be more approving.

"Couldn't agree with ya more, Dash," Applejack concurred before playing a smirk on her face. "Though I'm still itchin' ta sock ya wit' this heapin' headrest o' mine."

"Ha! I was just about to say the same thing," Rainbow Dash complied with the playful proposition.

"Come now, you two," Rarity interrupted them. "Haven't we had enough ruffian play for one night? My mane is dying for a refreshing wash and grooming."

"Aw, yer jus' upset cuz ya couldn't git yer eyes an' hooves on their high-quality, fine-tunin' liniments."

"Hmph." The white unicorn turned up her nose before retorting. "I neither was nor am I now upset. Did I show any signs of being upset, Twilight?"

"Hmm?" Twilight Sparkle only half heard the question thanks to her contemplating of that last, unforgettable event. All that magic and aura she previously felt stirred up a conundrum she did not want to leave unattended. "Oh. Uhh, sorry. I couldn't quite tell?"

"What's grazin' in yer head now, Twilight?" Applejack leaned forward, eyeballing her suspiciously. "You should be more concerned about me gettin' yer tail back fer turnin' my hat pink, ya perp." 

Twilight folded her ears in wincing at her friend's glare. She couldn’t help herself that time; it was only for humorous reasons she committed so. And besides, a dare is a dare, no matter how ludicrous it may seem. Although, deep down she had the feeling Applejack would be highly upset for magicking a possession she valued. A wave of remorse washed over the purple unicorn, only to be countered by an amused chuckle from beside her.

“Jus’ kiddin’, Twi. Nothin’ personal's between us,” she rest assured. “Ah woulda done th' same if I had some magic.”

“Oh, yeah,” Rainbow Dash grinned. “That was a good one, Twilight. You should’ve seen the look on your face when she “pinkified” your hat. Hahaha, “pinkified.”

“Quite hilarious indeed,” Rarity said, holding her giggling in with a hoof.

“Alright, alright,” the orange pony dismissed the frivolity among her friends. “We should also be concerned if our li’l troublemakers done any harm to yer library, Twi.”

Upon arriving at Twilight’s home, the young mares wondered how the rambunctious fillies and Spike spent the night. All the windows showed yellow circles, indicating that the lights were still on inside. No sounds seemed to emanate from the building. How long were they gone exactly? Twilight tried not to think of the possibilities: a dismantled interior could be waiting to shock her, her belongings or research apparatuses could be misplaced, or maybe they all were sound asleep and just forgot to turn the lights off. Her mind stayed positive.

“I told before we left, Applejack,” Twilight took lead of them, “that Spike has them under his supervision. I’m sure he took everything under control.”

“I tried to tell you as well,” Rarity furthered, “but it looks as though you still worry about them.”

“Oh yeah? Well let’s jus’ see how much collateral damage them fillies done.”

Twilight rolled her eyes as the doorknob glowed pink. “For the last time, I’m sure they have done nothing–––“

And there goes my positive thoughts.

Four pairs of wide eyes met the sight of countless books littering the floor and hanging off of tables; several of them rendered the stairs a considerable hazard. Every deficient bookshelf was an eyesore compared to the widespread mess upon them. To add to that, various cookies (broken, eaten, or whole) were part of the concoction. Even the kitchen and Twilight's loft fell victim to this virus-like catastrophe. Nothing could provoke a librarian more than seeing such a calamity (unless it was Reshelving Day).

". . . wrong," Twilight finished in an utter after scanning the extent. Part of her waited for Applejack to point at her face with a big "Ah told ya so!"; instead, a crash! awoke everypony from their fazed state along with a frustrated voice.

"I said get back here!" The command came from Spike as a gray pegasus flew out the kitchen with an object she protectively held.

"No! I need it for my muffin!" the mare refused.

"Ditzy!?"

The situation wasn't the only thing way out of order now. Why was Ditzy Doo here? And why was she flying around with . . .

"My telescope!" Twilight exclaimed. Indeed, the mail pegasus had her three-ringed telescope, and apparently Spike was trying to take it away from her. Despite a sea of questions flooding their heads, the four knew things had to be settled down first. Twilight certainly wasted no time and chased the flying pegasus.

"What in th' hay is she doin' here?" Applejack asked Spike who was catching his breath.

Spike panted as he answered. "I don't know. Applebloom found her hiding under Twilight's bed for some reason, with her telescope. She wouldn't give it up; she kept saying she needed it for her muffin. So now," he jumped to grabbed Ditzy but failed, "we're trying to get her to come down!"

"Aha!" Rainbow Dash flew straight at the thieving pegasus. Ditzy surprisingly acted fast and shifted left for Rainbow to smash into a bookshelf, causing more books to add to the clutter. Applejack and Twilight jumped as high as they could below Ditzy; unfortunately, she was just too out of reach. As for Rarity, well, let's just say her obsessive compulsory disorder kicked in while trying not to step on any cookies.

'Give me my telescope!" Twilight demanded, glaring at the mailmare who situated herself on a high bookshelf.

"No! Mine! I need it to make dreams come true!" she refused again before dodging another attack from Rainbow Dash.

The nonsense was rejected as Twilight was about to take it by magical force, but then a trio of voices threw her off thought, a loud declaration that foretold more unnecessary disasters.

"CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS PEGASI LASSOERS!"

Out from the kitchen came the three determined fillies, all holding a piece of a lasso in their mouths. Their stances and smiles radiated the energy and obstinacy that will have them bring down that pegasus in no time, all the while throwing more damage upon everything.

"What!?" Rainbow Dash, still connected to a wall, clearly did not favor what she just heard.

"Here they go again," Applejack groaned.

"Don't worry, Twilight. We'll git 'er down lickety split," Applebloom ensured.

"The Cutie Mark Crusaders are on it," Scootaloo cosigned the promise. The yellow filly gave the loop a number of good whirls before launching it at Ditzy Doo. Fortunately, she didn't see it coming, and the lasso caught her in its grasp.

"We got her, we got her!" Sweetie Belle happily exclaimed, carelessly letting go of the rope. As always with their triumphs, disappointment was right around the corner. Ditzy, eyes crossed and lips curled in, merely took flight again, her wings unrestricted from the lasso.

"W-wooooaah!" Applebloom and Scootaloo were swept up and away, dangling from their teeth. The clumsy pegasus didn't even seem to notice the luckless fillies below her; it must be a very special reason she wanted Twilight's instrument of astronomy so badly. 

"Oh, no ya don't!" Applejack hurried to grab the end of the lasso, and she brought Applebloom and Scootaloo to safety. Together, the three (but mostly Applejack) pulled hard, stopping the mailmare in her aimless flight. What they didn't expect, however, was for her to fall straight down and land on Rarity, disrupting her telekinetic book placing.

"Aaaah!" she gasped as she felt weight on her withers. "Get off of me this instant, you careless culprit!"

The telescope remained intact, while Ditzy's mind went into more of a scramble. She flew off of the white unicorn as three mares and three fillies approached, forcing her into a corner.

"No! Back! Stay back!" she hissed, stroking her object of desire as though it was a precious pet. "Without it, I can't make the stars bigger for my muffin to see!"

Twilight sighed in the back of her mind. As much as she wanted to zip her mouth shut and just take back what was hers, reasoning was the best method of ceasing this problem. She just had to cope with the irrationality streaming from the gray pegasus. Nothing to it.

"Okay, Ditzy," Twilight began. "We all see you want to use my telescope. To see the stars in the sky, right?"

Ditzy nodded promptly. "Uh-huh! And the big cheese!"

"The big cheese?" she deadpanned.

Yeah. Nothing to it all right.

"I think she means the moon, Twilight," Rainbow Dash clarified. "You know, like every filly believes that the moon is made of cheese."

"It's not?" three surprised voices asked along with frowns, raising silence among everypony.

Right. A grown mare with the mind of a delinquent.

Twilight facehoofed before continuing. "Okay. So you want to see the stars and the moon."

"Not for me, for my muffin," Ditzy corrected, turning her strokes into caresses.

I swear if she kisses it. Why can't she buy her own darn telescope!?

"You mean Dinky?" Scootaloo stepped in to solve the confusion.

"Yes! My sweet, little muffin has always wanted to see each and every sparkle. That's where her wishes are! And if she sees them, she'll become Supermare!"

Before Twilight could impulse on the ridiculousness, more light was shed by Sweetie Belle.

"Oh! You mean those new, cool-looking capes? I've always wanted one, too, but Rarity keeps saying no."

"Because a cape can not give you superpowers," Rarity finally made herself focused on the matter at hoof. "That's just silly. All a cape is good for is to show off the style and appearance of that superhero, or superheroine in this case."

"And this case is pretty much solved," Twilight said as she walked forward to a disheleved Ditzy. Putting her frustration out of mind, she told in a calm voice. "Ditzy, all you had to do was ask Spike, and we wouldn't end up in such a huge mess. Now, despite everything, I'll let you borrow my telescope for tomorrow night. And only tomorrow night. Okay?"

"Yes sir, private Sparkle!" Ditzy blurted with a serious look and a hoof salute. Whatever clicked in her convoluted consciousness had her understand well enough. Among a few chuckles from Rainbow Dash, a sigh from Twilight portrayed her relief of this nonsense. 

Twilight further proved it with a smile. "Thank you, Ditzy. I hope you and Dinky will have fun stargazing and wishing and whatever else."

The gray pegasus reflected Twilight's content with her signature visage: wayward pupils and a goofy smile.

"Alright. Ah think it's time fer all of us ta really hit th' hay," Applejack said with a puntcual yawn. "Let's git home, li'l sis."

"Say good night to your friends, Sweetie Belle," Rarity chirped.

"G'night ya'll. Be ready fer tomorrow's adventure," Applebloom reminded, sharing the flame of hope among her comrades.

"We will! And good night," Sweetie Belle returned the favor.

Pegasi lassoers, Rainbow Dash snorted. Of all the crazy group names they come up with. I'm pretty sure no pony has a talent of roping up pegasi. Who does that anyway?

An answer matched her rhetorical question: Rainbow felt something grab her rainbow tail and a small tug. She turned to see the lasso tight around her tail and a certain Rainbow Dash fanatic who had done it.

"Gotcha!" Scootaloo exclaimed, giving off a rather freaky grin. Of course, the cyan pegasus did not appreciate it, but all she did was shrug.

Eh. Should've seen that coming.

"C'mon, kid," Rainbow rolled her eyes, while the orange filly jumped in glee from behind. Twilight, Rarity, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash all exchanged their "good nights" as they left, and the violet unicorn was reunited with the peacefulness and cleanliness of her library. Spike had thrown away the rest of the discarded cookies after Rarity's hasty but thoughtful clean-up.

"Whew. What a night." Twilight slowly walked to her loft; her body couldn't wait to get some snooze. Through Luna's slumber party and this unexpected predicament, rest was all she could think about. She knew she will arise late in the morning, but right now, it wasn't even remotely concerned.

"You said it," Spike agreed, stretching his limbs and a yawn to complement. "I bet you girls had tons of fun at the royal castle, huh?"

"We sure did, but I'll tell you all about it in the morning." A yawn escaped Twilight as she went up the stairs, seeing her private quarters back in order. She silently thanked Rarity and her urge for neatness before flopping onto her indigo comforter, not bothering to even lift it up and over. Lights off and calmness set, the somnolent unicorn breathed relaxingly. Her half-lidded eyes took in a final view of the starry canvas. A thin waning crescent was what appeared outside her window. Her sideways glancing made it look as though it was a bright, white smile.

You’re welcome, Princess Luna.

A feeling of satisfaction joined Twilight as she turned to her left away from the window, feeling the warmth and coziness of her life-size gray and yellow pony plushie.

Wait . . . I don’t have a plushie. And this feels . . . real.

Awakening from her repose, the violet unicorn did in fact see a figure in front of her despite the dark, gray and yellow. It blinked once, showing two golden, unaligned pupils.

“AAAAAAH!!” Twilight flailed her arms in panic and fell to the floor with a thump! Just when she was about to go to sleep! Recovering, she quickly turned the lights off with her magic, exposing Ditzy Doo on her bed, blushing and smiling apologetically. She thought she had left! She thought she finally pacified her stubbornness and let her have the telescope!

Why? Just why?

“Ditzy! You scared me!” she growled, anger replacing the sleepiness in her eyes. “What do you possibly want now!?”

“Do you have the x plus y equals z manual for this?”

A manual? A manual!? I got scared out of my fur for a manual!? It’s not rocket science! You just look through the stupid . . . you know what? Forget it. Time for caffeine to work its magic.






This is perfect.

The morning after the best slumber party ever had arrived. Although the sun reanimated the livelihood of Equestria, it was quiet–––too quiet–––and calm in the sanctuary of the royal castle. The presence of an indigo alicorn, however, was probable to changing that. Strangely, the presence of a wine glass containing a dark red liquid floating beside her was also going to stir up something.

After her slumber party, Princess Luna had formulated the perfect plan for getting revenge on her sister, Princess Celestia. Every single blunder that happened during the party was related to her and her mischievous side. Yes, it was all just for fun and laughs, but Luna embraced the need to get her back tenfold. Just like Celestia’s antics, Luna’s prank had the same levity. The drink she possessed looked as if it was some type of rich and indulgent wine most fancy folks would have conversations over. However, it looked as if it was a fancy beverage. In actuality, it was hot sauce. Luna had masked the appearance and smell of the liquid with her magic, and now she was heading to Celestia’s bedroom to give it as a peace offering, sporting a malicious grin on the way.

Get ready for retaliation, my dear Celly. Even your own sister has some tricks up her sleeves, if I wore some. But nonetheless! You shall be shocked to taste spiciness instead of sweetness, and you and your tongue shall beg for mercy before me. I shall be redeemed! Mwahahahaha!

At last she made it to the sun princess’ dorm; two royal guard pegasi stood like stonewalls, flanking both sides of the scarlet door.

As usual, Luna rolled her eyes, but this posed no hindrance at all. Due to her position as princess of the night, authority was on her side. She can cast them off without lifting a hoof, and they wouldn't dare to neither hesitate nor object. All she had to do was make herself present and they'll obey.

Nothing shall stand in my way!

Luna stood before the two stallions, and they responded by shifting away from the doorway. The alicorn nodded at their conformity before proceeding to quietly open the door, splitting the sun insignia that adorned it in half.

There was her target: sleeping ever so peacefully under the bright and rarefied atmosphere of her private quarters. Luna nearly squinted; she was so used to the indigo color of her room. All of this contrast hurt her eyes. Even the walls seemed to be alive with luster, and the alpine windows–––they were taller than her room’s–––seemed to enhance the brightness. Nevertheless, she had to admit being in Celestia’s bedchamber felt more refreshing than a warm shower. Everything, including Celestia’s flowing mane, was replete with vivacity. Such a lovely interior would induce coveting to even the most discerning of room interior specialists. A balcony would be a great feature for . . .

Ugh! What am I thinking? Stop praising her room. Your mindset is revenge. The object is sleeping like a filly, so this is your advantage. Just offer her the drink and watch her suffer from the fiery sting on this condiment cloaked as wine. And then I can enjoy my triumph with some vanilla ice cream.

Soundproofing the clops of her hoofsteps, Luna approached her serene sister along with the object of farce. She became inches away from contact, picking up her breathing pattern. For some bizarre reason, a tiny part of her wanted to go against the plan and just drench the stuff on her pretty head, giving her a hilarious wake up call.  But that would be too cruel, and she would besmirch Celestia's white coat and bedspread. 

Only a gentle wakening should do about.

Silently placing the glass on a dresser, the indigo alicorn went forward with a favorable way to wake a pony up: a smooth, heart-melting nuzzle. 

"Rise and shine, Celly." Luna brushed her snout against the white alicorn's right cheek, awakening her from light slumber. Celestia's visible eye slowly opened, her amethyst pupil looking around before finding a dark blue image beside her.

"Luna?" she spoke unfalteringly. "Why did you wake me up?"

Luna put on her biggest, most innocent smile. "Oh, only so I could give this Zinfandel to you for a good start of your morning and as a token of appreciation."

Celestia rubbed one of her eyes, taking scrutiny at the wine in Luna's telekinetic grasp again. "Appreciation? For what exactly?"

She bought my impression. Excellent.

"If you had not mentioned that I lack the attributes of being sociable, none of last night would have happened. Such a fun slumber party it turned out to be!"

"Yes, it was very enjoyable, especially with the falling stars," Celestia pointed out. "I knew you had potential just waiting to burst."

"And it had. So as I said," Luna brought the drink closer, "here is my gift for your support. I'm sure you're familiar with this type of wine, correct?"

The white alicorn took control of the glass, sending her kind sister a pleased expression. Not everypony would be offered dark red wine in the morning as a thank you. This was something she neither could resist nor refuse. Swirling the content a little, Celestia was happy to accept it.

"Ah, Zinfandel. My favorite kind of red wine. I'm surprised you remembered from all those years."

"It was either that or Merlot. I wasn't sure, but I do recall with falling in love with one of them over a serving of Crespelle alla Fiorentina stuffed pasta."

"Very true," Celestia giggled. "And thank you for this lovely drink. I'm sure this will freshen my morning."

"You're most welcome, and it will."

It most certainly will. Now drink it!

Celestia slowly brought it to her parted lips. Luna practically couldn't contain herself; just a few more inches, and she would be in for quite a shock. Her grin was reaching new boundaries, until her sister paused.

"Oh, I know."

No! What now!?

"Yes, sister?"

"How about we have a toast? Here." Her horn sparkled and glowed as she took a wine bottle and a wine glass from atop her dresser.

Strange. I didn't notice that when I entered her room, Luna thought while watching the crimson liquid fill the glass. Ah, well. As long as she has the hot sauce one. More victory for me.

"To us," Celestia proposed.

"To us," Luna complied, clinking their glasses together. With that, the alicorns sipped half of the Zinfandel down.

Yes! She's drinking it. Now she shall . . .

Luna stopped drinking, for her eyes bulged and watered and her cheeks grew fiery red. Instead of a tart flavor, she tasted hot zestiness. It was obvious what she had just drink. The only question is . . .

How!?

"Is there a . . . problem, dear sister?"

Luna clearly couldn't speak. Her entire mouth was on fire as beads of sweat trickled forth. Her resistance couldn't take it anymore. Jets of smoke rang out from her nostrils, sounding as a  mid-pitch train whistle. She jumped up and dashed to the kitchen in a blur. She then rushed the fridgerator open, took the pitcher of water, and hastily guzzled it down. She ended up swallowing over half the cooling liquid, but the intensity gradually diminished. Heavy breaths showed how unbearable that palatable pain was, and how beyond confounded she was.

How in my aggravating sister's name did that come to be? I know I gave the fake one to her. What I drank was from the wine bottle. Unless she–––

"Gotcha."

"Gaaah!" Celestia jolted Luna's thought reviewing, causing the pitcher to tip and to spill the rest of the water on herself. Tongue burnt and now body soaked, the indigo alicorn simply sat there, letting hot and cold adjoin her in her folly.

"There were two things wrong with your scheme," Celestia skipped to the facts. "One, I sensed your presence when you used magic to carry the drink. And two, Zinfandel isn't my favorite red wine; it's Merlot. But cheer up, Luna. One day, you will get me where I least expect it."

Which you highly doubt.

"Yes, which I highly doubt. You better dry yourself and clean up. We have a big day ahead of us.” And with that, Celestia walked off, leaving a wide-eyed, wet, and beyond confounded indigo alicorn.

Did she just . . . how did she . . . you know what? Forget it. Where’s my vanilla ice cream?