My Little Pony Fan Fiction ❯ The Herd ❯ Feeling the Sparkle ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter 2: Feeling the Sparkle
“What do you think Gummy, will that work for Twilight?” Pinkie Pie asked, holding out the sheet of paper towards the toothless little gator. Wide, blankly staring eyes blinked out of synch with each other, and Gummy snapped docilely at the corner of the page. “Yeah, I think so too,” Pinkie said, and dropped the sheet on the growing pile on her bed. Chaotic, brightly colored lines crisscrossed the sheet, connecting various words and names in a pattern only she was likely to be able to sort out.

“Now then…” Pinkie murmured, picking up a colored pencil and settling the sketch pad in her lap. “Rarity, she’s going to be tricky Gummy.”

Just as she was putting the pencil to the paper, there was a small clinking sound, and Pinkie looked up. “What was that?”

The sound repeated, and she glanced over at her window. Setting the pad and pencil down, she got up from her bed and took a few steps that way. Something small and dark bounced off the glass with another clink. Reaching the window, Pinkie glanced out through it, and her face lit with a smile.

Down in the street, Applejack was looking up at her, one arm halfcocked back to toss another pebble. Standing a bit behind her was Big Macintosh, who was glancing around in a nervous fashion. Pinkie waved down at them, and then unlocked and opened the window.

“AJ, Macky!” she called out, and both of them made shushing gestures.

“Dang it girl, we’re tryin’ not to wake people up,” Applejack hissed.

“Oh, sorry,” Pinkie giggled, lowering her voice. “What’s up?”

“Think ya could come on down for a bit? Ah got somethin’ ah need to talk to ya ‘bout.”

“Of course!” Pinkie replied brightly. She glanced over her shoulder. “Stay here Gummy, and see if you can come up with any ideas for Rarity.” Gummy took a few waddling steps, and flopped over the edge of the bed, landing with a solid thud upon the floor.

Swinging her legs up, Pinkie slipped out the window and dropped lightly two stories down to the ground.

“Whadda wanna talk about?” Pinkie asked as she skipped over to Applejack, coming to a stop but continuing to bounce on her heels in barely contained excitement.

“Uh, do ya think we could maybe find some place we’d be less likely to be overheard?” Applejack suggested.

“Oooooo,” Pinkie cooed softly. “Are we gunna talk about super-secret things?”

“Uh, ah suppose ya could think of it as sum’thin’ like that,” Applejack allowed.

“Awesome!” Pinkie exclaimed in a load whisper, and promptly linked arms with both Applejack and Macintosh and began dragging them along with her. “So, what’s this big secret we need to talk about?” she asked as they passed out of town.

“Well…” Applejack stalled. Now that the moment had actually arrived, she was finding the situation somehow less simple to deal with. “…uh well…ya see…the thing is…”

“Yeeeeeeeees?” Pinkie prompted cheerfully, batting her eyelashes rapidly.

“…oh donkey spit,” Applejack swore. “Look suga’cube, Big Mac done told me…well, everythin’…’bout you two.”

“Yeah, and?” Pinkie replied without missing a beat or letting her smile falter in the slightest.

“And well…um…” Applejack closed her eyes for a moment. Looking into Pinkie’s cheerful face was sapping her willpower. She really did not want to see that bubbly enthusiasm get burst, let alone be the one holding the needle. “Do ya…really think askin’ all our friends to join the same herd is a good idea?” she finished in a rush, and tried not to flinch in anticipation.

“Are you kidding?” Pinkie laughed. “Why I couldn’t imagine being in a herd without them all.”

“Yea, well…” Applejack swallowed drily. The conversation was like trying to stack barrels of apples on an uneven floor. Destined to topple over, and obviously about to happen soon, but without knowing which addition would be the one to start things off. “Have ya thought ‘bout what ya gunna do if maybe…just maybe now…one of our friends might not feel the same?”

“Yeah, I have,” Pinkie admitted, and finally her expression changed. To Applejack’s surprise though, she didn’t look sad or disappointed. More…resigned, though her smile didn’t completely vanish. It was an odd, wistful expression that Applejack had never imagined seeing on Pinkie’s face. “I know getting everyone together might not be possible. But I have to try! Even though it’ll be really really really sad if someone says no. But at least…at least I’ll know who I won’t have to worry about leaving.”

“Leavin’? Whatcha talking ‘bout?”

“Come on AJ, do you really think everyone is going to be living in Plainsville forever? What’s going to happen when Twilight’s studies are done? When Rarity makes a big name for herself? When Dashy joins the Wonderbolts?”

“Ah…ah guess ah ain’t never thought ‘bout that,” Applejack admitted.

“Fluttershy at least should stick around, I can’t think of anything that would drag her away.” Pinkie bit her lip. “And you…”

“Don’t you go worryin’ ‘bout me, ah sure ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

“I know,” Pinkie said brightly. “So...how do you feel about…”

“Shoot girl, ah ain’t got against this,” Applejack stated, and Pinkie’s face lit like the sun coming out. Neither mare noticed the look of horrific comprehension that came across Big Macintosh’s features.

“Reeeeeeeeeeally?”

“Really, why not?” Applejack shrugged. “Ah mean, got to be honest with ya, the whole idea was a bit o’ a shocker at first. Ya ain’t never talked much ‘bout romancin’ and such, so ah guess ah just never gave much thought ‘bout such things with ya’ll. But ah think you and Mac could be good for each other. Kinda balance the other out, ya know?”  

Pinkie was practically vibrating from bouncing in excitement. “Ooooo, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that!” she squealed, flinging herself on Applejack in a sudden hug.

“Oof! Careful thar suga’cube, ah need those ribs whole,” she gasped.

“Sorry,” Pinkie giggled, letting go. “I was just sooooo nervous about asking you.”

“Now why would ya be nervous ‘bout a thing like that?”

“Um,” Mac said hesitantly. Neither mare heard him.

“Well you know,” Pinkie said. “I mean, he is your brother…”

“Shoot girl, ya think ah never noticed he was a grow stallion before? Ah ain’t no prude, and ah ain’t got no problem with such ideas.”

“Uh…” Mac tried again, with identical results.

“Oh awesome!” Pinkie exclaimed. “This makes things so much easier! I was honestly going to wait and ask you last, just cause then maybe it wouldn’t seem as weird for you if everyone else had already joined up too. ”

“Right,” Applejack agreed. There was a pause. “Wait, what now?”

“Well you know, if you knew you had everyone in the herd, it might not be so weird joining because…”

“Whoa nelly girl, whatcha talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Uh…” Pinkie blinked, looking confused. “I was talking about you joining me and Macky’s herd.”

“Do what now!” Applejack exclaimed.

“I…but you said…I thought you were…you said Macky told you everything…”

“Ah though he had!” Applejack growled, turning blazing eyes on her brother.

“Oh Macky,” Pinkie sighed in comprehension, shaking her head disappointedly.

“Ah don’t believe this!” Applejack fumed. “And ya just stood there an’ let me run mah mouth like a darned fool, thinkin’ ah knew what the conversation was ‘bout.”

“Sorry AJ,” Mac offered. “I just couldn’t get the words out.” Applejack made a disgusted sound and threw her hands up, stalking off and muttering to herself several unfavorable things about her brother.

“We are going to talk about this later, mister,” Pinkie warned Mac, and went after Applejack.

“Well boy howdy,” Mac said dully to himself. “Looking forward to that.”

Pinkie caught up with Applejack easily enough, as the cowgirl was putting more energy into stomping her feet with each step than with trying to cover ground.

“AJ?”

“Ah’m listenin’,” Applejack replied tersely.

“I’m sorry about that. That really really wasn’t how I wanted to handle that.”

“Naw girl, that ain’t ya’ll apology to make. Ya didn’t know any more than ah did.”

“So…where does that leave us?” Pinkie ventured.

“Oh suga’cube…” Applejack groaned. “Ya know what ya’ll asking o’ me?”

“I know it’s not exactly normal, but it’s not…”

“No, no it ain’t,” Applejack cut in. “Ah mean shoot, ah know the town ain’t exactly packed with free fellas, but it does have some. What’ll people say ‘bout me, joinin’ my brother’s herd by choice, not by lack o’ options? And what if ah want foals some day?”

“Maybe Twilight knows some magic that could…” Pinkie offered half-heartily.

“Pinkie, ah know ya really want this to work, but…” Applejack winced. There was the expression she had been dreading.

“But…but I really like you AJ,” Pinkie said softly. She seized both of Applejack’s hands in hers. “You’re one of my bestest friends, and I’d always hoped someday we…we could be even closer…”

“Ah really like ya too Pinkie. And ah’ll admit, ah have thought about ya like that, a few times. But…ah don’t think ah could do this. If it had been anyone other than Macintosh…”  

“We…we could find someone else…get another guy…”

“Two stallions in a herd?” Applejack asked incredulously. “Are ya tryin’ to get people talkin’?”

“Nooo, I’m trying to…to…”

“To hold ya dream together,” Applejack said painfully.

“Mmmhmm,” Pinkie nodded.

“Yea,” Applejack said softly. “Ah’m sorry Pinkie, but ah just can’t. Ah’ll always be there fer ya, but as a friend. Ah can’t be any more, not like this.”

Pinkie took in a deep breath, and let it out shakily. Then she nodded, and wrapped Applejack up in a fierce hug.

“I understand,” she whispered. “I’m sorry AJ, this isn’t how I wanted things.”

“Ah know,” Applejack replied, returning the hug. “Ah know.”

“I…I’m not giving up on the others,” Pinkie said softly. “I swear, I won’t let it change anything between us AJ, but…”

“This is sum’thin’ ya got to do?” Applejack finished in a resigned voice.

“Yeah, it is,” Pinkie said seriously.

“Ah just…” Applejack started, but her voice faltered. She couldn’t bring herself to say anymore. It had seemed so obvious, back at home, that she needed to put a stop to this crazy plan of Pinkie’s. Now though, having talked with her, seen what it meant to her, heard the conviction in her words, Applejack realized how pointless it’d be to keep trying to talk her out of it. Whatever was going to happen, it was out of her hands. “…good luck.” She finished instead, holding onto the bubbly pink mare tightly.

The two stood there for the moment, just holding onto each other for the reassuring comfort. Then Applejack slipped her arms free, and Pinkie reluctantly let her own grip slacken. Neither could bring themselves to look at the other as Applejack walked on by Pinkie, back up towards the path they had taken out of town, and over by Big Macintosh. Who she promptly slugged in the arm, hard. The big man let out a strangled sound of barely contained pain.

“Jerk,” Applejack said hotly. “Ya big stupit jerk.” She raised her fist again, and Mac quickly back out range. Applejack made a sound somewhere between disgust and satisfaction, and stalked off, heading back towards the farm.

“Ow,” Mac complained to himself, already feeling the bruise forming.

“You should have told her everything,” Pinkie said, her tone muted. “Well actually, you shouldn’t have told her anything and just let me handle it, like we planned, remember?”

“We?” Mac said, though not loud enough for Pinkie to hear.

“Oh well, what’s done is done!” Pinkie spoke as if announcing to a crowd. “We are not going to let bad start ruin everything, right!” She spun towards Mac, a fearsome smile on her face.

“Uh…right?” Mac said uncertainty.

“No no no!” Pinkie said hotly. “You have to mean it! Right!”

“R-right!” Mac said a bit louder.

“Right!” Pinkie screamed.

“Right!” Mac bellowed.

“Shhh!” Pinkie admonished. “Do you want someone to hear you?”

“But…but you just…” Mac spluttered.

“Now go on,” she told him, waving both hands at him a shooing gesture. “Get back to the farm where it’s safe. I’ve got everything under control here.

Mac stared at the little pink mare for a moment, his brain struggling to come up with an appropriate retort. Finally he just threw up his hands in surrender, winced at the discomfort from his bruised arm, and just nodded in agreement. It was just easier that way.

“No worries Macky,” Pinkie assured him. “Everything else will go much better. I’ve got a plan!”

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Early the following morning, Pinkie’s alarm went off, and was promptly smacked right off the nightstand. There was a muffled sort of sleepy noise from under the covers, and then the soft, regular rhythm of sleeping breaths.

Early the following afternoon, the beam of sunlight streaming in through the window finished its gradual trip across the floor, up the side of Pinkie’s bed, and along the length of her pillow to land on the mare’s face. Her features twisted in sleepy annoyance, one eye cracking open a bare degree.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!& #8221;

Pinkie managed to both sit bolt upright and spring to her feet in the same motion, an action that sent her summersaulting right off her bed and onto the floor with a loud “oof” of impact. There was a stunned moment while she tried to recover, and then Pinkie was on her feet…and then hit the floor again as the bed sheet twisted around her ankles tripped her attempt to dash for the door. Gummy poked his head out of the closet, and waddled jerkily over to stare at his hyperactive owner.

“I overslept Gummy!” Pinkie said in a panic, thrashing to get free of the bedding. “I was supposed to get started hours ago!” She kicked the sheets off and scrambled to her feet. “Got to hurry! Rumors could be spreading even now!” With that she blurred out through the door…and returned a second later. “Notes! Where are my notes!”

Gummy blinked in his little out of sync manner as Pinkie tossed half the room upside down looking for the plans she’d drawn up the previous night before she finally spotted them laying right where she’d left them, on top of her nightstand. Snatching the pile up, she once again hurtled out the door…and was back a second later.

“Clothes! Need clothes!”

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Twilig ht Sparkle was just about halfway through the trickily complex equations for the Multi-Spectral-Atmospheric-Parabola spell when there was a sudden and frantic knocking at her front door. She gave the door a hesitant look, and wished Spike had gotten back from his errands. She really wanted to get this spell worked out so she could discuss it with Princess Celestia at the Grand Galloping Gala. She’d heard the Princess mention it once with obvious appreciation, and Twilight really thought that…

The knocking repeated, more insistently this time. With a sigh, Twilight set down her quill and stood up somewhat stiffly, stretching out a few kinks she’d developed from being hunched over her desk for so long. She walked across the wide open main room of the library, and swung the door open just as another set of knocking started up.

“Alright, alright…” she said as she pulled the door open. “What is so…”

“Twilight!” Pinkie exclaimed as she blurred in through the doorway, half knocking into the purple mare and sending her spinning. “You’re here! Great!”

“Pinkie? What in Equestria…?”

“Have you been outside today?” Pinkie asked in a rush, bounding over to the window and dragging the curtains mostly closed, leaving just enough of a gap to peer out through with one eye.

“I…early yes…why do you…” Twilight started to ask in bewilderment, but her hyperactive friend’s dialog rode over her.

“Was anyone saying anything about…uh, some people?”

“Um…” Twilight paused, eying Pinkie with equal parts confusion and rising annoyance. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that.”

“Rumors! Were there any new rumors going around?” Pinkie exclaimed, then let out a gasp. She leaned in closer to the widow, practically hanging on the curtains now. She made a displeased noise, and Twilight peered over the top of her fluffy poof of a mane, but all she could see was Cheerilee striding by.

“Not that I heard,” Twilight answered. “But you’re always far more on top of the gossip than I am.”

“Oh, you would have heard this one if anyone knew about it,” Pinkie said gravely.

“Really?” Twilight asked, curiosity piqued despite her annoyance at the interruption. “Why, what happened?”

“I joined Macky’s herd last night,” Pinkie whispered conspiratorially, still glaring out the window. There was a brief beat in the conversation, and then she seemed to realize what she’d just said. “Uh, I mean, no wait, I wasn’t supposed to say that yet!”

“…you did what!” Twilight exclaimed in open shock.

“Nonononono!” Pinkie said, frantically waving her hands back and forth. “Forget that part!”

“Pinkie, I can’t just forget something like that!” Twilight said. “Macky? Big Macintosh?...I didn’t even know he had a herd.”

“I..you…we…ahhhhh!” Pinkie promptly plopped down on the floor, crossing her arms sternly. “Poo. Screwed that right up.”

“Pinkie, what is going on?” Twilight demanded. Then added after a second, “And what are you wearing?”

“Wha?” Pinkie asked, then looked down at herself. She had on a blouse with a tank top over it, jeans and a skirt, and a flip-flop on one foot and a sockless shoe on the other. “Oh, uh…I might have gotten dressed in a bit of hurry.”

“So that you could rush over here and ask me about any potential rumors about you and Mac without telling me about said rumors?”

“No, I was going to tell you, just…not like that.”

“Like what then?”

“Well…I…you see…” Pinkie groaned and hopped back to her feet. She mentally tossed her plan and decided to just play things straight. She took a deep breath. “Yesterday when I went a little crazy because I thought you all hated my parties and didn’t want to be my friends anymore I ran into Macky and he was really nice to me because I was crying and upset and he tried to comfort me and I ended up sleeping with him before running off the throw a party with a bunch of inanimate items and then Dashy came and drug me to the surprise party you guys had set up and everything was awesome again and then I met Macky again after the party and we talked and decided that the only right thing to do would be to form a herd and I told him I wouldn’t want to be in a herd without my friends and that I was going to try and get everyone to join and then went home to plan it all out but then he and AJ showed up and she didn’t realize I wanted her join…” She paused for just a second to take another deep breath. “…and we had a total misunderstanding and she got mad at Macky for not telling her and she told me she couldn’t join and it was very sad but I knew getting her into the herd would be tricky and I was planning on getting started asking everyone early today because if anyone finds out Macky is forming a herd there will be a stampede of mares trying to join up but I stayed up too late planning how best to ask everyone and over slept and then I rushed on over here to ask you but got too excited and accidently blurted out what was going on before I could ask you the way I really wanted to!” Pinkie took another deep breath, and wobbled a bit on her feet. “Woo, that made me dizzy…”  

There was a momentary silence as Twilight’s brain worked to process the verbal avalanche it had just been buried under. Then a few choice pieces clicked into her conscious mind.

“You slept with Big Mac!” Twilight exclaimed. “You want…me to join your herd!”

“Yepperini!”

“I…whoa whoa, Pinkie…I…” Twilight spluttered, trying to organize her thoughts.

“You don’t have to answer right away!” Pinkie said hurriedly. “Hear me out, there’s lot of good reasons to join up. In fact, I even wrote a song about it!”

“You what?” Twilight asked with a sense of foreboding.

“Friends make the bestest herd-sisters, it’s true, they do!” Pinkie started up.

“Pinkie…”

“Joining a herd with my friends would be a dream, it would, so good!”

“Pinkie…”

“We’ d have tons and tons of fun, all night, alright!”

“Pinkie!”

“We’d all take turns and totally share, we’d rock, Mac’s…”

“PINKIE!”

“&# 8230;yes Twilgiht?”

“Would. You. Please. Just give me a moment here?”

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay, I just really need to think about this,” Twilight told her, walking on over to take a seat in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Pinkie followed after her, taking a seat opposite. She was perched on the edge of the chair, twitching with poorly restrained energy as she watched Twilight intently.

“Okay…” the purple mare said. “Okay…okay…okay…” She took a deep breath. “Just got to think about this logically. What would be the pros and cons of joining a herd with…well who all is part of this herd anyway?”

“Just me and Macky right now,” Pinkie answered. “But I totally intend to ask everyone else!”

“And ‘everyone’ would be?”

“Our friends! Rainbow Dash and Rarity and Fluttershy and…well I already asked Applejack and she said no, but maybe I could try…”

“Why me?” Twilight asked over her.

“…why wouldn’t I?” Pinkie asked back with obvious confusion.

“Well you know…I’m just…” Twilight fidgeted. “ What exactly would I bring to this herd?

Pinkie just stared at Twilight as if she’d just grown a second horn. “What are you talking about?”

“What each mare brings to the herd,” Twilight explained. “There’s an entire chapter dedicated to it in my copy of ‘I Heard You Want a Herd: A Mare’s Model for Meeting Mates’. It stresses the importance of making sure a herd is well rounded, and gives tips for how to determine what skills and talents one should…” She trailed off at the increasingly skeptical expression spreading over Pinkie’s features. “…what? It’s a top rated book for planning a herd.”

“Oh Twilight…” Pinkie sighed. “You’re thinking too hard about this.”

“Uh, yeah!” Twilight replied. “Because it’s a big freaking deal. It’s not something you can just jump into without consideration.”

“Yes, but you’re thinking too hard,” Pinkie said with emphasis. “What does your heart tell you?”

“Thump-thump?” Twilight ventured, and Pinkie rolled her eyes. She slid off her chair, and plopped right down in Twilight’s lap, wrapping her arms around the shocked mare’s neck.

“Twilight,” Pinkie said softly, leaning down until her mouth was hover just alongside one purple ear. “I want to know how you feel.”

“I…I…I…” Twilight stuttered as Pinkie’s warm breath washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yeeeeees?” Pinkie purred.

“I…feel kind of warm actually…” Twilight said weakly.

“Twilight?” Pinkie asked, leaning back to look at her friend’s flushed face. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay,” Twilight replied breathily.

Pinkie blinked at her for a moment, and then a light seemed to click on behind her eyes. She leaned into close, until the two were literally nose to nose. “Twilight…you’ve got the firsties”

“I…what?” Twilight exclaimed, momentarily distracted from the butterflies that had been gathering in her stomach.

“The firsties,” Pinkie said seriously. “That nervous-shaky-jittery-make-your-mouth-go-dry feeling you get the first time you experience a new level of intimacy.”

“W-what?” Twilight laughed nervously. “D-don’t be silly Pinkie, I-I’m not nervous or…any of that other stuff…”

“Uh huh…” Pinkie said with a complete lack of belief. “Then why are you holding onto the chair so hard?”

Twilight glanced down, and found her hands fastened onto the armrests so tightly her fingers had gone numb. It took three separate attempts to finally release her hold.

“Sooooo,” Pinkie drawled, her lips curling up into a wicked little smile. “Does that mean you like me?”

“Wha…I…huh?”

“I mean, I know you like me,” Pinkie said playfully, leaning against Twilight until their bodies were pressing completely together. “But do you like me like me?” She ran her fingers lightly through Twilight’s mane.

“Pinkie…I…,” Twilight forced out through deep breaths. “Y-yeah…I like you…like you…I’ve just never really known…how to express…”

Twilight was brought up short as Pinkie kissed her. It wasn’t anything elaborate, just a simple pressing of lips together, held for a handful of slow seconds. It was something tender, gentle, and calmly affectionate.

It would have floored Twilight if she hadn’t been sandwiched between Pinkie and the chair. Her lips felt tingly and somewhere under the general dazed feeling her mind filed away the fact that the expression “jelly legs” was a very apt description.

As Pinkie pulled back, she let out a little giggle at the stunned and amazed expression she’d left on her friend’s face. She giggled even harder as Twilight let out an involuntary sound of protest at the cessation of kissing, and promptly leaned back in for a second round.

The next kiss was something deeper, more passionate. It sent a jolt of pleasure right down Twilight’s body and made her toes curl in her shoes. Pinkie shifted around in Twilight’s lap, displaying an unusual amount of coordination as she managed to end up straddling her friend and place Twilight’s hands on her jean-skirted hips without ever disturbing the kiss.

Twilight shuddered slightly as she felt Pinkie’s tongue press gently against her lips, seeking permission, and she slowly opened her mouth to accept…when the front door burst open.

“Sorry I’m late Twilight,” a familiar, youthful voice cut through the enjoyable haze. “You wouldn’t believe the run around I got at Quills and Sofas, you’d think that…” The tirade cut off with the sound of an armload of items hitting the ground.

Pinkie released Twilight’s lips, and the pair glanced over to find Spike standing behind a small pile of quills, ink jars, and scrolls, his arms still held out in front of him as if grasping an invisible load. What small bit of his face wasn’t taken up by his impossibly wide eyes was obscured by his open hanging mouth, which was emitting a steady stream of disbelieving sounds.

Then the purple and green dragon seemed to pull himself together, and looked like he desperately wished to be somewhere, anywhere else.

“Uh…I…um…” Spike glanced down at the pile, and then smacked himself on the forehead. “Silly Spike, why this isn’t nearly enough quills. What was I thinking? I’m going to go get some more…right now…” With that, he spun on one heel, and darted out the door.

“Wait! Spike!” Twilight called, and tried to get up.

“Whoa! Wait-a-minute!” Pinkie exclaimed, clinging to Twilight in an effort to avoid getting dumped on the floor.

“Spike!” Twilight called again, and in a sudden flash of light, she was vanished, reappearing at the door and running outside.

“Aw poo…” Pinkie pouted, before landing butt first on the ground. “Owie.” With a sigh she tilted over onto her back, arms and legs out stretched, and glared at the ceiling. “Just when it was getting good too. What is with today?” She bit her lip in thought. Then she blinked, and slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “Mmmm…raspberry chapstick…” she crooned appreciatively, before bursting out in a fit of giggles. Well, whatever else happened, she had at least gotten to get Twilight through her kiss firsties, and had certainly gotten the mare’s attention.

Spike was going to be a complication though, one Pinkie had completely forgotten about. The little guy doted on Twilight, and had gotten jealous of her attention before. Trying to work around him without upsetting him promised to be tricky.

Pinkie reached into one of her pockets…and then another…and then yet another before she managed to locate her notes. She glanced over her plans for Twilight, but couldn’t see any spot to fit in a clingy little dragon. Promising herself she’d give it some thought later, she shuffled the pages until she found what she was looking for.

“Hmmm, I wonder what Dashy tastes like?” Pinkie mused. Then she frowned. “Oh, I hope it’s not rainbows, that’d take a lot of water…”
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