There probably won't ever be any sex (ha! not even close!) but there are words like 'estrus.'Infatuation At First...What WAS That?
Pinkie Pie sat on top of a large statue's pedestal outside Canterlot High, as Flash entreated her.
"For the last time," Pinkie Pie insisted, "I don't want to go out with you."
"But...you have something really special. Something I can only aspire to."
Pinkie shook her head. Then she shook her torso. "Do you mean big boobs? You can't build a healthy relationship on that one thing, Flash. Or two things? Whatever."
"I don't care about your chest!" Flash said. "Haven't you ever even listened to what I've told you?"
"Once you start trying to sound romantic, I listen as little as possible! I'm sure you're a very sweet boy, Flash, but you need to find--"
"I know about the portal in your hair!"
Pinkie blinked. "What?"
"I know you have...something in your hair, where you can hide really big things somehow. I've seen you duck behind a bush in one place, and a second later pop out from someplace else a football field away. I guess lots of people say women are mysterious, and us guys can never understand them. But with you, Pinkie...you make me feel you really ARE a mystery, and in a GOOD way." Flash held out one hand. "There's something magical about you, Pinkie. Maybe I'll never comprehend you, but you make me feel miracles can be real. Not just can be, ARE real."
Pinkie smiled. "Awww! That's sweet!"
"Won't you be my miracle, Pinkie?"
Pinkie pursed her lips. "Would you like to know what would be an even BIGGER miracle?"
Flash's smile vanished. "Are you about to say, if I would go away and stop talking to you like this?"
"No!" Pinkie shook her head. "Well, kind of, but I don't mean it like that. What I mean is, I think I'm a lesbian. Or...anyway, you're not my type, Flash, and there's nothing you can do about that. Even if I tried to explain it to you...I don't want you to waste your time and mess yourself up trying to be someone you're not."
Flash sighed. "So there's no hope for me?"
"I have a LOT of hope for you. But with me, as a boyfriend-girlfriend thing? No. Aren't there other girls who really like you? I think there must be."
"But they're not like YOU, Pinkie."
"If you're looking for magic...what about Trixie?"
Flash laughed. "She isn't real magic, not like you. You have more magic in your little finger than she has in her whole body, and in her hat, and all of her silly props."
Somewhere far away, someone screeched, 'Trrrixie HEARD THAT! And you're a buffoon, Flash Sentry! It's no wonder you can't get a date, if you can't recognize magic when you see it every day!"
Pinkie glanced in the direction the complaint had come from, and giggled. Flash smiled, for a moment.
"But seriously," Pinkie said, "You have to find another girl, Flash. Or accept being alone for a little while. I don't mean ALL alone, because I know you have friends. But I'm not the right girl for you, and you're not the right boy for me."
Flash sniffled, and walked away.
***
About an hour later, the statue's pedestal lit up with an eerie glow. A teenage girl seemed to fly out from nowhere, through solid concrete, and tumbled onto the grass, rolling across the lawn.
Looking out the window while Mister Cranky droned on to the class, Flash Sentry said, "Whoa!"
Cranky asked, "Flash? Is there something you'd like to share with us?"'
"Sorry!" Flash replied. "It's nothing. I mean...I'm sure she just tripped. Please tell us more about how to solve that equation! It's really interesting!"
Out the corner of his eye, Flash tried to watch the strange events on the school's front lawn. The girl was moving very oddly, like someone who was just now learning how to walk normal human style. And was she having a conversation with a dog? Lots of people talk to their dogs, but not many dogs move their lips like they're talking back.
Could it be? Flash wondered. A girl who's really, truly, magic...and maybe, just maybe, might be interested in him?
He had to find out!
As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Flash gathered up his things and ran out the door into the hall. He ran to his locker, from which he pulled his guides to Fortean phenomena, other unexplained mysteries, and how to tune his sports car's crappy fuel injection (which sometimes seemed like the biggest, hardest to solve mystery of all, but wasn't relevant right now, so he threw it back in his locker.)
Meanwhile, somewhere behind Flash, the weird new girl staggered and tottered across the floor on her two long, spindly human legs. As other students rushed and pushed past her, the brat Diamond Tiara shoved the new girl over onto her back. The girl crawled through the crowd, trying to dodge the rushing creatures' scary alien feet. She rolled out of the crowd and fetched up against a locker next to Flash, who heard the metallic 'bonk.'
He looked down. "Whoa! You ok?" It was HER, the girl who had suddenly, miraculously appeared on the front lawn a few minutes ago! Did she need help getting up? He smiled and extended a hand.
She smiled back, and tentatively touched his palm with her fist.
No boring, regular human being would ever do that! Flash thought. She must be someone very special! In a good way, he hoped.
The girl's fist touched his hand again, and slowly unclenched, her palm cold and gritty against his. She smiled, and blushed. Flash grasped her hand in his, and pulled gently, to help her stand up.
She nodded silently. But she didn't say anything! Maybe, Flash thought, wherever she came from, dogs were the ones who talked, and the humans were silent. Like Planet of the Apes, but with dogs.
No way could he date a girl who was just a dog's pet! That would be weird, and not in the 'hot space alien girl with two navels' kind of way.
He should walk away now. Flash turned away coldly and left.
He knew his own 'type,' and he knew his own weaknesses. He just hoped he hadn't started falling in love with her already.