Alone Together


                                            Part I:

                                            >You gulp nervously and take a step closer towards the town square.

                                            >Today's the day.

                                            >The other townsponies glance your way for a brief moment before returning to their business.

                                            >The day you move into Ponyville.

                                            >A fruit vendor calls out to you, eager for her first sale of the morning.

                                            >The day you officially join equestrian society.

                                            >You stop to buy some apples and place them in your weathered saddlebags.

                                            >The day you can finally feel...NORMAL.

                                            >You reach the town hall where a tan mare with white hair happily greets you.

                                            >"Hello there! Welcome to Ponyville!"

                                            >She trots up to you and extends a hoof.

                                            >"I'm Mayor Mare, the mayor of this happy little town!

                                            "Hi, I'm Anonymous." You reply while shaking her hoof. "But you can call me Anon."

                                            >Normally you'd bumble through conversations like this, but today is special.

                                            >"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mous!" She exclaims.

                                            >Damnit, you told her to call you Anon!

                                            >"I take it you're ready?" She asks after eyeing your saddlebags.

                                            >You nod with a smile.

                                            >"Splendid!" She clops her hooves together.

                                            >The kind mare guides you through the maze of happy cottages and shops until you're standing in front of the old town windmill.

                                            >"Here she is!" The mayor exclaims.

                                            >You look the place over and physically cringe.

                                            >The door is faded and full of cracks.

                                            >The windmill's blades crack and groan as they struggle to rotate.

                                            >Hell, the entire building looks like a remnant of the last pony war!

                                            "Well, it's uh, very....rustic?" You scratch your chin.

                                            >Words fail to adequately describe the state of this absolute trainwreck of a structure.

                                            >"Oh, wait until you see the interior!" The mayor happily hops in place.

                                            >Mayor Mare grabs the key hanging around her neck and unlocks the door.

                                            >*GROOOOAAAAANNNN*

                                            >Holy bits, it sounds like this place is ready to crumble!

                                            >You duck for cover in a nearby bush, earning a playful chuckle from the old mare.

                                            >"Oh my, did something spook you?" She asks.

                                            >You frantically shake your head.

                                            >Don't get cold hooves now, you bleedin' idiot!


                                            Part II:

                                            >You cautiously follow Mayor Mare into the old windmill, its old floorboards creaking with every hoofstep.

                                            >The mayor stops and directs your attention towards a large room at the end of the entryway.

                                            >"This is the living room, perfect for those cozy little get-togethers with friends!"

                                            >You look around the rundown room in disbelief.

                                            >The floorboards are warped and splintered.

                                            >The curtains are torn and tattered.

                                            >The sofa is covered in dust and exposed springs.

                                            >The windows are muddy and dark.

                                            >Cozy for who exactly? Zombies? Ghosts?

                                            >The cheerful mare then trots past a winding set of stairs to the adjacent room.

                                            >"And this is the kitchen!" She declares.

                                            >Worn appliances huddle atop a grungy countertop while an old refrigerator hums against the opposite wall.

                                            >The stove is rusted with its door hanging open, revealing a small nest of mice among the debris.

                                            >You'll definitely be ordering takeout for the foreseeable future.

                                            >The more you see of this old place, the more you regret buying it.

                                            >You force a smile to avoid hurting the old mare's feelings.

                                            >After all, it's not like she was the one who ran this dump into the ground.

                                            >The mayor squees with delight at your reaction and continues the tour.

                                            >"And up here you'll find all the comforts of home."

                                            >Your ears perk up at the sounds of soft grunts floating down from the second floor.

                                            >Sounds like the poor mare and stairs don't get along very well.

                                            >You quickly trot upstairs after her and find yourself in a small windowless hallway lined with three doors.

                                            >Beyond the third door lies another, smaller set of stairs leading up to a dark room that's hard to make out.

                                            >"Phew! That counts as my workout for the day!" The mayor says in a huff.

                                            >You can't help but giggle at her joke.

                                            >"Y-You're too kind, Mr. Mous..."

                                            >The mare blushes and nervously plays with her gray mane.

                                            >"A-Anyhoo...this is the master bedroom!"

                                            >She quickly points to the faded blue door next to you.

                                            >The door almost flies off of its broken hinges as the two of you walk into the room.

                                            >She flips a switch on the nearby wall, flooding the room with a dim yellow light.

                                            >Your jaw drops.


                                            Part III:

                                            >You see a large red bed sitting in the middle of the room.

                                            >The windows are clean and adorned with navy blue curtains.

                                            >Beautifully crafted wooden furniture lines the east and west walls.

                                            >The carpeting is vibrant and soft to the touch.

                                            >There isn't a thing out of place anywhere in the area.

                                            >Aside from a thick layer of dust, this room is immaculate!

                                            >You turn to the mayor and stare at her in shock.

                                            "How-?" You gasp.

                                            >"How what, Mr. Anon?" She asks in confusion.

                                            "How is this room so perfect when the downstairs looks like a-?!"

                                            >You stop short at the sight of tears forming in the old mayor's eyes.

                                            "Erm, w-when the downstairs areas look so dirty?" You quickly divert your train of thought.

                                            >The mayor sighs and turns towards the window.

                                            >"It's a long story." She confesses. "I wouldn't want to bore you with the silly details."

                                            >Okay, now she's DEFINITELY provoking your curiosity.

                                            "Tell me." You firmly respond.

                                            >The mare removes her glasses to look at the outside scenery.

                                            >"Once upon a time, a happy young couple moved into this windmill."

                                            >You stand by her side and pretend to look out the window.

                                            >"They were the sweetest lovers anypony had ever met, 'a match made in heaven' one might say."

                                            >Her voice suddenly drops to a whisper of sorts, compelling you to move closer.

                                            >"But one day something terrible happened."

                                            >Sheesh, what's with that cryptic undertone?

                                            "Well? What happened, Ms. Mare?"

                                            >She takes a deep breath and steels herself.

                                            >"One day, the stallion left without a word."

                                            >You swear she's fighting back sniffles as she speaks.

                                            >"The poor mare was *hic* heartbroken." She continues.

                                            >"As the days turned into weeks, weeks into months, she realized her husband was *sniffle* never coming back..."

                                            >You hand the sniffling mayor a tissue.

                                            >"Thank you, dear." She squeaks while blowing her nose.


                                            Part IV:

                                            >"The town knew right away that something was wrong." She continued. "M-Myself included of course."

                                            >The afternoon sun washes over her face through the window.

                                            >"At first the mare frantically searched every street in Ponyville, desperate to find any trace of her beloved."

                                            >She wipes her eyes and places a hoof on the window pane.

                                            >"But everypony she asked said they hadn't seen him." The mare bites her quivering lip. "It was as though he vanished from the world altogether."

                                            >You feel a chill running down your spine, mainly because nopony ever mentioned that Equestria was h-haunted!

                                            >"The mare eventually gave up her search and sold this old place back to the town."

                                            >Why does it feel like she's still hiding something?

                                            >"As for the mare, she was never quite the same."

                                            >The mare slowly turns to face you and forces a smile.

                                            >"Oh my gracious, you must be bored to death hearing such a...silly stor-"

                                            >You wrap your hooves around the startled mare and hug her close.

                                            >Mayor Mare's eyes widen in surprise, but soon she's returning the favor with a snuggle of her own.

                                            >"Mmmm...." She coos.

                                            >You feel a wet spot on your neck where her head now rests.

                                            >It's not like you to dish up compassion to ponies you just met, but deep down you know she needs this.

                                            >Judging by her reactions, Ms. Mare knows she needs this as well.

                                            >After what feels like hours, the mare reluctantly breaks off the embrace and stares at you in amazement.

                                            >"Anon, I-"

                                            >She struggles to form the right words, unintentionally dragging the two of you into an awkward silence.

                                            "It's okay, Mayor." You reassure her. "I think I understand now."

                                            >The mayor's face turns beet red as she begins to realize the gravity of the situation.

                                            >"Was it that obvious?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"Then I've said too much." She sighs.

                                            >Your ears perk up at the sound of a clock chiming four times in a row.

                                            >"Good heavens, is that the time?!"

                                            >Mayor Mare looks at the clock and begins to panic.

                                            >"I still have to review the new trade proposal!"

                                            >You raise a hoof to try and calm her down, but the mare is already galloping downstairs.

                                            >The mayor reaches your front door and practically rips the poor thing from its hinges.

                                            >"EEEK! I've also forgotten about Princess Celestia's royal visit this weekend!"

                                            >The mare is two hooves out the door before you manage to catch up to her.

                                            "Thank you for the home tour, Ms. Mare."

                                            >She stops in her tracks, suddenly aware of the reason she came to visit in the first place.

                                            >"Y-You're very welcome." She replies. "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask."

                                            "Of course." You calmly reply. "Oh, and Mayor?"

                                            >"Yes, Anon?"

                                            "If you ever want to talk, I'm here."

                                            >The frazzled mare thanks you with a warm smile and shuts the door behind her.

                                            >Silence falls upon the windmill, but you no longer feel alone in this world.


                                            Part V:

                                            >The next few weeks are a blur of unpacking, getting to know your new neighbors, and cleanup.

                                            >Lots and lots of cleanup.

                                            >With a little help from the townsponies, you were able to get the old mill up and running again.

                                            >Turns out that things like flour and gravel are fast-selling commodities in this world.

                                            >Thanks to the mayor's new trade deal, you were able to ship your goods out to all four corners of Equestria without too much trouble (or tax).

                                            >Life is good, if not a tad lonely at times.

                                            >There's no shortage of beautiful mares living here to woo, but your mind (and heart) continue drifting towards one particular mare.

                                            >The sun sets on the horizon just as you finish up the last of the house cleaning.

                                            >Its fading radiance bathes the entire town in a cozy swirl of orange and pink hues, a romantic sight if you've ever seen one.

                                            >It's almost as if Celestia herself is subtly telling you what needs to be done.

                                            >You enter Town Hall with a renewed vigor, eager to see a certain mayor about some personal business.

                                            >*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

                                            >Your shaky green hoof taps on the door leading to Mayor Mare's office.

                                            >Wait a minute, why are your hooves shaking?!

                                            >Frazzled nerves were supposed to be a thing of the past!

                                            >The seeds of doubt quickly begin to take root in your mind.

                                            >What if you're not the mayor's type?

                                            >What if you do something stupid?

                                            >What if she only sees you as an acquaintance?

                                            >What if she's already seeing somepony?

                                            >What if she's not as nice as she seems?

                                            >WHAT IF SHE SAYS 'NO'?

                                            >WhAt iF-

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >A soft voice snaps you out of the rabbit hole, causing you to stumble backwards in surprise.

                                            >Mayor Mare stands in the doorway of her office with a concerned expression on her face.

                                            >"May I...help you?" She asks.

                                            >Ah bits, you're already off to a great start.

                                            >You resist the urge to facehoof and clear your throat.


                                            Part VI:

                                            "Uh, hi there, Mayor Mare." You smile a bit too intensely. "N-Nice day today huh?"

                                            >If you had pockets, they would be spilling over with spaghetti right about now.

                                            >What the buck is happening?!

                                            >"Why yes, it was a beautiful day." The mare stares at you awkwardly. "Did you need something?"

                                            >The fear of rejection has you freezing in place.

                                            >Come on, it's not that hard to ask a mare out.

                                            >USE YOUR WORDS!

                                            >The mayor locks up her office and tries to avoid staring at your dumbstruck face.

                                            >"It's getting rather late, perhaps we can discuss what's on your mind tomorrow?"

                                            >Mayor Mare steps out into the town square and beckons you with an impatient hoof.

                                            >Your ears droop.

                                            >Your heart pounds in your chest.

                                            >Sweat begins dripping down the sides of your head.

                                            >This golden opportunity is slipping through your hooves!

                                            >You quickly gallop over to the mayor's side as she begins to lock up town hall for the night.

                                            >Accursed words, why do they fail you in this crucial hour of need?!

                                            >"Well, it's been...interesting...chatting with you Anon, but I need to head home-"

                                            >It's now or never, make your choice.

                                            "WAAAAAAIIIIT!"

                                            >Your thunderous neigh almost knocks the frightened lady onto her rump.

                                            >A wise pony always did say that confronting your fears head on is the best way to overcome them.

                                            "M-Mayor Mare, please forgive me for shouting."

                                            >You take a deep breath and slowly approach her.

                                            "But I need to ask you something."

                                            >The poor mare is still shaking like a leaf, but ultimately agrees to hear you out.

                                            >You look her right in the eye.

                                            "Miss Mare, would you like to have dinner with....m-me?"

                                            >The mayor's jaw drops at the implications of your question.

                                            >"What did you...s-say?" She asks in a trembling voice.


                                            Part VII:

                                            "I said: would you like to go out to dinner with me?" You ask again.

                                            >The mayor stumbles to her hooves and stares at you as though you've grown a second head.

                                            >You stand there eagerly waiting for the mare's answer.

                                            >Your burst of confidence begins to dwindle with each passing moment of silence.

                                            >Why doesn't she say something?!

                                            >Mayor Mare suddenly takes a few steps forward until her face is mere inches away from your own.

                                            >"You sure know how to flatter this old mare, Anon." She giggles. "But I'm afraid I have to decline."

                                            "Huh? W-Why not?"

                                            >You don't even try to hide the hurt in your voice.

                                            >The mare forces a smile, but it ultimately fails to soften the blow.

                                            >"It's nothing personal, Anon." She sighs. "It's just that, well, I-I'm simply not ready to date again."

                                            >Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach.

                                            "Oh."

                                            >She places a hoof on your face.

                                            >"I'm sure a handsome stallion like you could easily find a younger, prettier mare to ask out."

                                            >She picks up her saddlebags and heads for the bridge behind you.

                                            >"Goodnight Anon."

                                            >Mayor Mare waves to you before disappearing over the bridge leading to her home.

                                            >Tears stream down your face.

                                            >She said no.

                                            >Your legs twitch.

                                            >SHE SAID NO.

                                            >Your spine tingles.

                                            >SHE SAID NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

                                            >Soon you're galloping back to the old windmill with the intent of NEVER leaving it again.


                                            Part VIII:

                                            >What went wrong?

                                            >You toss and turn in bed as the morning sun warms your face.

                                            >WHAT THE BUCK WENT WRONG?

                                            >You want to lay in this bed for the rest of time, but the sun continues its relentless assault upon your body.

                                            >With a grunt of effort, you drag yourself out of bed and head for the bathroom.

                                            >Did you come on too strong? Were you too blunt? DID YOU FORGET TO WEAR COLOGNE?

                                            >*DING DONG*

                                            >Oh bits, not now!

                                            >You race downstairs to see who dares to interrupt your rejection crisis.

                                            >"H..llo? Mr...M...us?" A muffled voice calls out in between knocks.

                                            >You sigh and unlock the door to find a pink earth pony mare wearing a pilot hat.

                                            >"Oh, there you are!" She grins ear to ear. "Good morning Mr. Mous!"

                                            "Good morning, Cherry Berry." You do your best to sound pleasant. "And please, call me 'Anon'."

                                            >The cheerful mare's smile disappears after looking you over.

                                            >"Gosh, you don't look so good! Is everything okay?" She asks tenderly.

                                            >You turn to the conveniently-placed mirror in the entryway and gasp.

                                            >The vibrant green coat and black mane/tail combo you used to know are now pale and faded.

                                            >You turn to Cherry Berry and whinny in a nervous manner.

                                            "What's happening to me?!" You cry out.

                                            >"You might be coming down with something." Cherry Berry quickly steps back. "Wait, are you contagious?!"

                                            "How would I know?!" You snap back.

                                            >Of all the days to get sick, it has to be on a delivery day?!

                                            "Don't worry about me right now."

                                            >You dash past her and load up the wagon with today's deliveries.

                                            "We have a schedule to keep."

                                            >Cherry Berry scurries over and hitches herself to the wagon.

                                            "This load's destination is Hope Hollow."

                                            >You scribble out a receipt and stick it to the cargo.

                                            >Cherry Berry performs a cute little salute and begins trotting towards her hot air balloon.

                                            "Goodbye Mr. Mous!" She waves to you. "I hope you feel better soooooon~!"

                                            >You wave back and watch her disappear among the crowds of ponies.

                                            >"Dangit Cherry, I told you to call me 'Anon'." You mutter with a soft chuckle.


                                            Part IX:

                                            >With the day's first delivery squared away, you pack a few things and head for the hospital.

                                            >The townsponies stop to gawk at you and murmur amongst themselves as you trot through the streets.

                                            >Geez, is your condition THAT noticeable?!

                                            >You blush with annoyance and try to avoid eye contact until reaching the hospital entrance.

                                            >Hopefully the medical staff can offer more compassion than your fellow villagers.

                                            >You take one step into the lobby and all tartarus breaks loose.

                                            >The sick and injured ponies begin to panic and stampede all over the place.

                                            >Nurses pour in from every hallway and whisk you away to the emergency room.

                                            >Doctors quickly form a defensive line and try to calm the crowd down before somepony gets hurt.

                                            >You're ushered into a dimly-lit doctor's office, where a white mare waits patiently.

                                            >"Please have a seat, sir." She softly commands. "We need to get started right away.

                                            >She motions towards a nearby examination table.

                                            >Without a word, you quickly shuffle onto the cold slab of steel and wait.

                                            >"I am Nurse Redheart, the head nurse of this hospital wing."

                                            "Hello..." You nervously reply.

                                            >There's just something about doctors and nurses that give you the chills.

                                            >Could be their ice cold stethoscopes.

                                            >Could be the sharp needles they stab into your bare flesh.

                                            >It could even be the way they're so unnaturally stoic in the face of medical emergencies.

                                            >"Can you please describe the events leading up to your, erm, unique medical condition?"

                                            >The nurse pulls out a notepad and prepares to record your testimony.

                                            "Well, it all started when-" You begin.

                                            >*POOF*

                                            >You're immediately sent flying off the table by some kind of magic explosion.

                                            >The nurse screams and runs for cover with her assistants.

                                            >When the dust settles, you see a purple alicorn mare standing tall in the center of the room.

                                            >She takes one look at you and squees with delight.

                                            >"Yes! I KNEW I'd find you here!" She exclaimed.

                                            >You cock your head in a mix of surprise and confusion.

                                            "Princess T-Twilight?" You stammer. "What are you doing here?"


                                            Part X:

                                            >"Isn't it obvious?" She points at your faded coat.

                                            >Oh right your fading sickness, or whatever this is.

                                            "I appreciate your concern, but why would the royal family worry over a plain commoner like me?"

                                            >Princess Twilight sighs and steps closer towards you.

                                            >"What do you mean?" She narrows her eyes. "Should a princess NOT show concern for her subjects?"

                                            >Your ears droop as the gravity of your foolish words begin to set in.

                                            "I'm sorry Princess, that was a stupid question to ask."

                                            >You stare at the ground to avoid her piercing gaze.

                                            >The last thing you need is to be banished to Tartarus or turned into stone.

                                            >"It's okay, Anonymous." The purple horse smiles. "Let's focus on healing you."

                                            >She poofs a book out of thin air and carefully reads through a bookmarked section.

                                            "But Princess, what kind of sickness is this exactly?"

                                            >You tug at your faded coat, hopeful that the princess can find a cure in her book.

                                            >Twilight shakes her head and steps closer towards you.

                                            >"Anonymous, you're not suffering from any kind of medical illness."

                                            >Nurse Redheart pokes her head out from behind the makeshift barricade.

                                            "What do you mean, your highness?"

                                            >Yes, what DOES Princess Twilight mean by not calling this a typical sickness?

                                            >You and Nurse Redheart gather around Princess Twilight and anxiously wait for her response.

                                            >"The origins of your affliction are not biological, but instead MAGICAL."

                                            >Wait, you're sick with some kind of MAGIC? How is that even possible?!

                                            "I-I don't understand Princess..." Your voice trails off.

                                            >"My friends and I once traveled to a town full of ponies that were faded just like you."

                                            >Twilight turns the book around to show you an illustration depicting ponies with faded color schemes in a small town.

                                            >"We searched high and low to try and find out what was causing this strange epidemic."

                                            >You lean in closer with the eagerness of a young colt listening to his parents' wild stories.

                                            "Did you find out?"

                                            >The princess nods and poofs the book out of existence.

                                            >"Hope." The princess responds. "Or rather, the lack of it."

                                            >Your eyes widen in surprise.

                                            "Hopelessness, your majesty?"

                                            >"That is correct, dear Anonymous."


                                            Part XI:

                                            >"The official term is 'Hopeless Magic'." She continues.

                                            >Your thoughts immediately drift back to the events that unfolded last night.

                                            >Asking Mayor Mare out to dinner was indeed supposed to instill hope in your heart.

                                            >Unfortunately, that hope was quickly killed and buried when she said no.

                                            >It's all coming together, and you don't like the implications.

                                            >"Do you understand now, my dear subject?" The princess asks in a soft voice.

                                            >You nod.

                                            >"Good."

                                            >Princess Twilight places a hoof on your shoulder.

                                            >"Hopeless magic is a terrible thing, Anonymous."

                                            >Tears begin running down the purple mare's cheeks.

                                            >"NOPONY should ever have to experience it."

                                            >Damn, this IS serious if it's making a princess cry!

                                            >"Oh dear, would you look at the time?"

                                            >Nurse Redheart giggles nervously and glances at her bare wrist.

                                            >"I have to get back to my rounds! Please excuse me, your highness!"

                                            >The frazzled nurse bows to the princess makes a quick exit along with her assistants.

                                            >"Farewell Princess Twilight! Anonymous!"

                                            >Her voice trails off as the door closes, leaving you and the princess in a deafening silence.

                                            "Give it to me straight Princess, what's the cure for this hopeless magic stuff?" You ask bluntly.

                                            >"Anonymous-"

                                            "Please, call me Anon." You interrupt. "Everypony else does."

                                            >"Very well, Anon."

                                            >Twilight clears her throat and steps back.

                                            >"Anon, there is no magical cure for this particular affliction."

                                            >You utter a whinny of distress and begin to panic.

                                            >There's no hope for you now, it's all over but the funeral!

                                            >"Wait Anon, please calm down!" The princess cries.

                                            >You ignore her and begin to gallop around the room as though you've lost your mind.

                                            >What's the point of living now?!

                                            >You can practically FEEL the small slivered remains of hope being drained from your soul.


                                            Part XII:

                                            >Furniture and medical equipment fly in every direction as you continue your distressed rampage.

                                            >Your life is over.

                                            >"Anon..."

                                            >No self-respecting mare will ever want you now.

                                            >"ANON!"

                                            >You didn't even get to see Saddle Arabia-

                                            >"NEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIGHNOOOON!"

                                            >Your body freezes in place after a hoof stomp sends powerful purple shockwaves through the room.

                                            >The princess' powerful alicorn magic sends you flying through the air until you're once again standing before her.

                                            >"Anon PLEASE, calm down..."

                                            >You try to focus somewhere else, but the magic forces you to look directly at her.

                                            >The mare's eyes are ablaze with a mix of concern and irritation.

                                            >Oh bits.

                                            >"I want to help you, Anon." She sits on her hindquarters. "But I need to know one thing first."

                                            >Her magic dissipates, dropping you on your own butt.

                                            >"Why did you lose hope?"

                                            >Now it's YOUR turn to cry.

                                            >She leans in expectantly, seemingly eager to hear what ails you.

                                            >You take a deep breath and gather your thoughts.

                                            >If a literal princess wants to know what's wrong, then you're going to tell her exactly what's wrong.

                                            "I asked a mare out yesterday, and she rejected me."

                                            >Twilight blinks in disbelief, much to your dismay.

                                            >"That's it?" The princess chuckles. "And here I thought it was something serious!"

                                            >Princess Twilight gasps as your colors fade again, leaving you almost completely monochrome.

                                            >You should've known she wouldn't understand.

                                            >The royal family must be DROWNING in suitors on any given day.

                                            >For peasants such as yourself however, finding a good mate just isn't that easy.


                                            Part XIII:

                                            >"Finding a marefriend is really that important to you?"

                                            "Yes."

                                            >You look her square in the eye and snort.

                                            "It's every stallion's goal to find a nice mare and settle down, y'know?"

                                            >Princess Twilight is taken aback by your heartfelt response.

                                            "To love and cherish her every single day, to give her as many foals as she wants..."

                                            >Your train of thought crashes as HEARTS begin to form in the flustered princess' eyes.

                                            >Twilight bites her lip and turns around, presenting her bare purple rump in all its regal glory.

                                            >"P-Perhaps I can help you with that, just for today?"

                                            >It doesn't take long for you to become painfully erect after seeing such a shameless display of marebits.

                                            >Your primal instincts kick into overdrive, tempting you to rut this (admittedly beautiful) mare.

                                            >What sane stallion WOULDN'T mate with a princess if given the chance?

                                            >Your heart however, says the exact opposite.

                                            >You shake your head and step away from Princess Twilight.

                                            "I appreciate the offer, Princess." You reply. "But I want a future wife, not a one night stand."

                                            >"Oh, I...see..."

                                            >Twilight turns to face you and immediately loses herself in thought.

                                            >Oh no, what other harebrained schemes is she concocting in that royal head of hers?

                                            >You gulp nervously and turn towards the exit.

                                            >"A-Anon, wait!"

                                            >The panicked princess practically throws herself at you before reaching the door.

                                            >"I-I can still help...some...how..."

                                            >The alicorn's tear-filled eyes betray her words.

                                            >You sigh with disappointment and face the desperate mare.

                                            >"A princess is supposed to help her subjects..."

                                            >Princess Twilight utters a defeated whinny and buries her face in her hooves.

                                            >Damn, she's taking this harder than you.


                                            Part XIV:

                                            >On the one hoof, you want to just leave and wallow in misery alone.

                                            >On the other hoof, you can't stand to see a mare in distress.

                                            >After a little mental back and forth, you come to a decision.

                                            >You walk over and place a hoof on her trembling shoulder.

                                            >"Huh?!" Twilight snaps out of her distress. "A-Anon, I-"

                                            >You gently shush her with a hoof to the mouth and smile.

                                            "Wanna grab a hayburger? I think some food will clear our heads."

                                            >Twilight sits there in stunned silence, unsure of how to answer you.

                                            >*GRUMBLE*

                                            >Twilight blushes at the sound of her rumbling belly.

                                            >"That sounds like a great idea." She smiles bashfully.

                                            >You help the hungry princess to her hooves and together, the two of you head for the Ponyville Café.

                                            >The sun is shining brightly as you take your seats in the outdoor section.

                                            >Twilight squees with delight while looking over the menu.

                                            >"Hayburgers, salads, milkshakes, fries, onion rings...this place is heaven!" She happily exclaims.

                                            >You can't help but utter a chuckle at the princess' adorkable display of enthusiasm.

                                            >The waiter approaches and begins his usual greeting, but cuts himself short when spotting Princess Twilight.

                                            >"O-Oh my, Princess Twilight?!"

                                            >The stallion almost trips over his own hooves trying to bow in front of your lunch companion.

                                            >"To what do we owe the pleasure of your royal presence at our humble restaurant?!"

                                            >"It's nothing official, just an empty stomach and some good company." Twilight grins.

                                            >"Ohoho! Treating your date to some local Ponyville delicacies are we, your highness?" The waiter teases while glancing over at you.

                                            >Now it's YOUR turn to blush uncontrollably.


                                            Part XV:

                                            >The waiter takes one look at you and immediately drops the comedy act.

                                            >"Are you feeling alright, sir? You look rather...faded."

                                            "It's a long story." You confess. "But some good food should help me recover."

                                            >The waiter nods and pulls out a notepad.

                                            >"Very well." The stallion turns to face Twilight. "What would you like, your highness?"

                                            >"I'll have three triple hayburgers, two sides of horseshoe rings, and a chocolate milkshake!"

                                            >Your eyes widen at the ridiculous size of her order.

                                            >Dayum, this mare must be STARVING!

                                            >"All excellent choices, your highness!"

                                            >The waiter scribbles her order down on the notepad.

                                            >"And for you, sir?"

                                            >You skim over the menu, but it's hard to focus after everything that's happened.

                                            >Something in the back of your mind continues to assert itself over all else.

                                            >Is it a warning? A future vision perhaps? Or are you just losing your damn mind?

                                            "Uh, I'll have a regular hayburger and some iced tea."

                                            >To be brutally honest, you aren't all that hungry.

                                            >Feeling like a hollow shell tends to have that kind of effect.

                                            >"Very good! Your food will be ready momentarily."

                                            >The waiter puts away his notepad and heads towards the kitchen.

                                            >"So, Anon..." Twilight focuses her attention on you. "How is life in Ponyville treating you?"

                                            >You simply grunt and point at your faded coat with frustration.

                                            >"Oh, right. Well then, h-how's your mill business?"

                                            >Twilight nervously plays with her mane and tries to change the subject.

                                            "You know about my mill business?" You tilt your head.

                                            >The princess smiles awkwardly and nods.

                                            >"Of course! I do place orders from time to time." She explains. "Your flour is very high quality, perfect for cooking and baking!"

                                            >Why are you not surprised?


                                            Part XVI:

                                            >"Alright, Anon..." Twilight clears her throat. "How can I help you?"

                                            >You raise an eyebrow.

                                            >"R-Regain hope I mean!" She stammers.

                                            >"The direct approach certainly didn't work."

                                            >Twilight blushes with a wing over her face.

                                            >You sigh and take a sip of your tea.

                                            "Princess..."

                                            >"Please, call me Twilight." The mare smiles. "Everypony else does."

                                            >You can't help but chuckle as the princess uses your own quip against you.

                                            "As you wish, Twilight."

                                            >You smile and playfully bow in your seat, earning a cute chuckle from her in return.

                                            "As I was saying, it's not like I think you're ugly or anything."

                                            >"But-?" The Princess leans forward.

                                            "But we'd have to take things slow." You say firmly.

                                            >The quirky mare sits in silence, waiting for you to continue.

                                            "We'd have to get to know each other, go on some dates, meet each others' friends..."

                                            >You tap your hooves on the table to try and shake off the awkwardness of your one-sided conversation.

                                            "...and hey, if we're compatible, then we could get married, have some foals and-"

                                            >You stop short at the sight of Twilight panting like a dog in the summer.

                                            >Oh dear Celestia, you got her all worked up again.

                                            >The purple princess fidgets uncomfortably in her seat.

                                            "Twilight, are you in estrus or something?"

                                            >You quickly stuff your hooves into your mouth.

                                            >What the hell were you thinking, saying something like that in front of the princess?!


                                            Part XVII:

                                            >The princess' face turns beet red as she struggles to explain herself.

                                            >"Well, I..uh, you see, the thing is-"

                                            >Truth be told, seeing her get all flustered like this is really cute.

                                            >"My sincerest apologies for the wait, your highness!"

                                            >The waiter shows up out of nowhere and quickly serves the food to your table.

                                            >"Bon appetit!"

                                            >The stallion blows a chef's kiss and quickly gallops back inside the restaurant.

                                            >"It all looks so delicious!"

                                            >Twilight happily clops her hooves together and dives face first into the small mountain of food on her plate.

                                            >*MUNCH*

                                            >You can't help but feel that she's dodging your question.

                                            >"Mmmmmmm~!"

                                            >Twilight's cheeks puff out with every bite she takes.

                                            >You slowly take a bite from your own hayburger and continue to watch the food carnage unfold.

                                            >Seeing a princess pig out like this is as cute as it is unsettling.

                                            >'Does Twilight always eat like this?' You wonder.

                                            >"Ishn't dish fewd da tashtiesht you'be ebah had?!" She squeals through a mouthful of horseshoe rings.

                                            >You slowly nod after taking another bite.

                                            >The food is top notch, as expected from a humble town like Ponyville.

                                            >You take a drink of ice tea and almost spit it out.

                                            >Twilight already cleaned her plate?!

                                            >She sighs with satisfaction and reclines back to rub her now swollen belly.

                                            >"Ponyville's rustic cuisine never fails to brighten my day!"

                                            >She sits upright and gives you the dorkiest smile you've ever seen.


                                            Part XVIII:

                                            >You notice some sauce and bits of bun stuck to her cheeks.

                                            "Twilight, you have a little something on your-"

                                            >The mare touches her own cheek and gasps.

                                            >"Oh how sloppy of me!"

                                            >Twilight scrambles to grab a napkin and begins grinding it all over her face.

                                            >"Is it gone?" She asks nervously.

                                            >You try to contain your laughter and nod, much to Twilight's confusion.

                                            >"Heeeey, what's so funny?" She frowns.

                                            >It's amazing how oblivious Twilight is to her own quirky charms.

                                            >Behind that regal exterior beats the heart of a humble mare.

                                            >A mare that may very well be worth getting to know.

                                            "Oh nothing..." You lie.

                                            >The flustered princess snorts with annoyance and sips her milkshake.

                                            >"You really are hopeless." She sighs.

                                            >Ouch.

                                            >You immediately fall silent and stare at the remains of your ice tea.

                                            >Twilight realizes what she just said and tries to shift the conversation.

                                            >"I'm really sorry for that poor choice of words, Anon." She looks you in the eye. "Now how can we help you out of this funk you're in?"

                                            >You pause to ponder the purple pony's proposal.

                                            "Finding a special somepony would be a great start."

                                            >"That's it!" She exclaims.

                                            >Twilight's face lights up as she begins doing a little happy dance on top of the table.

                                            >You physically recoil at the mare's unusually sporadic behavior.

                                            "What's it?" You squint at her.

                                            >"The Hearts and Hooves Day festival!" She trots up to you and grins. "It's this weekend!"

                                            >You almost fall out of your seat.

                                            "Hearts and Hooves Day?" Your ears droop. "The heck is that?"

                                            >"It's the answer to your problem, my dear Anon!"


                                            Part XVIX:

                                            >She eagerly grabs you with her magic and the restaurant disappears in a poof of purple magic.

                                            >You find yourself standing in a massive library, complete with gilded staircases and fancy chandeliers.

                                            "Where...ARE we?"

                                            >You look around the library and stare in awe at the thousands of books covering every single wall.

                                            >"Welcome to my humble library!" She proudly announces.

                                            >Huh? There's nothing humble about this gaudy place!

                                            "So, why are we here exactly?"

                                            >Twilight begins flying too and fro, seemingly hunting for something specific.

                                            >"Why, we're here to prepare you for the Hearts and Hooves Festival of course!" She shouts from above.

                                            >How will scrolls and books help you with such a thing?

                                            >She soon grabs a book from one of the highest shelves and descends with it cradled in her hooves.

                                            >*WHOMP*

                                            "AIIIIEEEEEE!"

                                            >Her rough landing sends you flying into a pile of books on the floor.

                                            >"Oops, sorry about that." She bashfully flutters her wings. "I'm still getting used to the whole 'pegasus' thing."

                                            >You clutch at your head and stumble out of the book pile.

                                            "So am I." You shoot back.

                                            >It's still hard to believe that just a few moons ago, Twilight was a humble unicorn working on 'friendship' research.

                                            >Now she's the Princess of Friendship itself.

                                            >Imagine DATING such a cute princess...

                                            >"Uh, Anon? Are you alright?"

                                            >You snap out of your thoughts and spin around to face Twilight.

                                            "Yeah, I-I'm fine." You insist.

                                            >"Really?" She raises an eyebrow. "Because it looked like you were swooning just now."

                                            >NANI?!

                                            >You? Swooning?

                                            >Her eyes must be in backwards or something!

                                            >A strong stallion like you would never do such an embarrassing thing.

                                            >Wait, why does your face feel hot?


                                            Part XX:

                                            >"Anyhooo..."

                                            >She opens the book and flips through the pages.

                                            >"This book on pony courtship will no doubt help you find the mare of your dreams....hopefully..."

                                            >Your ears twitch when she practically whispers that last word.

                                            >'Hopefully' indeed.

                                            >Perhaps Twilight isn't being as sincere as she led you to believe...

                                            >...

                                            >Hearts and Hooves Day is finally here.

                                            >Ponies are happily trotting all over town, preparing for the main festival.

                                            >Large pink and red streamers hang from the cottages.

                                            >Heart decorations are EVERYWHERE.

                                            >Delicious Hearts and Hooves Day themed food and drinks line the numerous vendor carts scattered around the town square.

                                            >Pony couples affectionately nuzzle and kiss one another all over town.

                                            >You however, are knocking back pints alone at Applejack's cider wagon.

                                            >Twilight said she'd meet you here at the festival, but never showed up.

                                            >Did she stand you up?

                                            >You take another swig of cider to lessen the sting of loneliness.

                                            >"Beg yer pardon, sugarcube..."

                                            >You turn to see an orange earth pony pointing at a pile of empty mugs on the counter.

                                            >"But ah think ya've had enough fer one day."

                                            >You calmly set your mug down, face the nosey mare, and take a deep breath.

                                            "I'LL TELL YOU WHEN I'VE HAD ENOUGH!"

                                            >Your shouting knocks the applehorse right on her rump.

                                            >An awkward silence hangs in the air as you take another sip of cider, and this time you make sure to look her in the eye while doing so.

                                            >"Oh would'ja lookit that? Ah'm outta cider!" She smiles nervously. "Better head back to the farm an *heh* get sum moar..."

                                            >Applejack quickly scrambles to her hooves and gallops out of sight.

                                            >Damn applefolk, thinking they can tell you what you can and can't have.

                                            >You're not even sure why you choose to remain at the festival.

                                            >It's not like there's a special somepony waiting for you or anything.

                                            >Another mug empty.

                                            >You toss it into the pile and recline in your stool.

                                            >Dear Celestia above, you wish something would end your misery.


                                            Part XXI:

                                            >"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

                                            >Your right ear perks up at the sound of a gentle voice approaching from the east.

                                            >There stands a gray pegasus mare with a yellow mane and tail.

                                            >Two big yellow crossed eyes betray the friendly smile adorning her face.

                                            >You stare at the strange pony in disbelief, but ultimately wave her over to the vacant barstool.

                                            >Misery loves company after all.

                                            >"Oh, thank you mister!"

                                            >The mare clops her hooves together and flies towards you.

                                            >*CLANK*

                                            >She lands on top of a table.

                                            >"Oof!"

                                            >You stifle a chuckle.

                                            >The flustered mare puffs her cheeks out and flaps her wings.

                                            >She then proceeds to land inside one of Applejack's empty cider kegs.

                                            >"H-Huh?!" She cries out in surprise.

                                            >With a grunt of effort she takes flight once more, only to crash into the wagon facefirst.

                                            >*THUNK*

                                            >"Owie!"

                                            >She rubs her head and sighs in defeat upon the ground.

                                            >"I just don't know *sniffle* what went wrong."

                                            >Oh hell no, you are NOT about to let this poor mare cry!

                                            >You leap down from your bar stool and offer her a hoof, earning a gasp from the distressed pony.

                                            "Need some help?" You ask.

                                            >She nods and clings to your hoof for dear life.

                                            >One solid tug and the grateful mare is back on her legs.

                                            >"T-Thank you, mister." She blushes and averts her eye.

                                            "No problem, Miss...?"

                                            >The mare perks up and flutters her wings in the most adorable way imaginable.

                                            >"My name's Derpy!" She happily exclaims. "What's yours?"

                                            "Anon." You smile.


                                            Part XXII:

                                            >The two of you make some small talk to pass the time.

                                            >One minute you're telling Derpy about the joy (and misery) of owning a mill business.

                                            >The next minute, she's gushing over the perks of working at the post office.

                                            >She gets to travel a lot and meet all kinds of ponies wherever the deliveries take her.

                                            >This bubbly mare is nothing if not passionate about the life of a mailmare.

                                            >Speaking of travel, sometimes you wonder if moving to another town could alleviate this soul-crushing loneliness...

                                            >"Are you waiting for your special somepony?"

                                            >The smiling mare's innocent question makes your ears droop.

                                            "Yeah, you could say that."

                                            >You turn away from her and focus your sights on a group of ponies passionately dancing in the town square.

                                            "But...she never showed up."

                                            >Derpy gasps and firmly grabs one of your hooves.

                                            >"I'm so sorry, Anon!"

                                            >You're caught off-guard by the panicked pegasus' outburst.

                                            >"N-Nopony should have to *hic* spend Hearts and Hooves Day alone."

                                            >Where the hell did all this mushy stuff come from?

                                            >Just when you think you have this mare all figured out, she throws you a curve ball.

                                            "What about you?" You ask her. "Is there a Mr. Derpy waiting for you out there?"

                                            >You point towards a massive crowd of ponies gathering near the food wagons.

                                            >"I...I don't have a special somepony." She confesses.

                                            >So much for thinking you were the only single (and miserable) pony in all of Ponyville.

                                            >Hold the gramophone, something's not right.

                                            "Wait a minute, if you're single and sad, then why don't you look like this?"

                                            >You tug at your faded coat.

                                            >She looks you over and shrugs.

                                            >"Part of me keeps hoping, DREAMING, of the day I meet that special stallion who will sweep me off my hooves."

                                            >She blushes and clasps her hooves over her cheeks.

                                            >Celestiadamn this mare is too cute for her own good.

                                            "Well, we're never going to be happy sitting here all day."

                                            >You extend a hoof towards Derpy, eager to put a smile on that aderpable face of hers.

                                            "What do you say we be alone, together?"


                                            Part XXIII:

                                            >"Gee Anon, no stallion has ever asked me out before."

                                            >Derpy fiddles with her mane and partially stares at the ground.

                                            >It's almost scary how much you two have in common!

                                            "Really?" You raise an eyebrow.

                                            >She nods and wipes the tears from her eyes.

                                            "Welp, that's their loss." You grin.

                                            >You gently hold Derpy's hoof and begin walking her towards the heart of the festival.

                                            "Let's have some fun."

                                            >The flustered mare can't help but smile as you present her with a heart-shaped muffin from Mr. and Mrs. Cake's goodie cart.

                                            >"How did you know I liked muffins?" She asks teasingly.

                                            "I thought everypony did." You shrug.

                                            >She nibbles on the muffin like it's the most important thing in the world.

                                            >Note to self: learn how to bake muffins.

                                            >"Thank you, Anon."

                                            >You chuckle and wipe the crumbs from her snout.

                                            "Don't thank me yet, Derpy." You point towards the mini carnival. "The night is still young."

                                            >Your eyes widen when the sun literally starts setting on the horizon.

                                            >Geez Celestia, it was just a figure of speech.

                                            >Derpy gently nudges your shoulder, snapping you out of your weird funk.

                                            >"Are you okay, Anon?"

                                            >Her beautiful eyes are alight with concern.

                                            >"We don't have to keep going if you're feeling sick."

                                            >You quickly shake your head and trot in place.

                                            "Oh I'm fine, never been better!" You quickly reassure her.

                                            >You gallop over to a nearby carnival game booth and pay the vendor for a round.

                                            >Derpy takes flight and lands beside you after colliding with an inconveniently-placed balloon cart.

                                            >You chuckle and point at the tangle of balloon strings wrapped around her tail.

                                            >She pouts and frantically untwists the balloons, freeing them into the twilight skies hanging overhead.

                                            >"You gonna pay for those, lady?"

                                            >A chubby red unicorn trots up to your date and holds out his hoof.

                                            >"Oops, my bad."

                                            >She pulls out her wallet, but finds it completely empty.

                                            >"Sorry mister balloon stallion, but I don't have any money."


                                            Part XXIV:

                                            >"Then it looks like you're going to work for me until they're paid off, googly eyes." The fat unicorn snarls.

                                            >Derpy whimpers and hangs her head in shame.

                                            "There's no need to be rude, dude."

                                            >Without a second thought, you pull out a small bag of bits and present it to the obnoxious unicorn.

                                            "Will this cover it?"

                                            >The red slob begins salivating at the sight of your money.

                                            >"It just might."

                                            >You watch the greedy pony open the bag with his magic and thoroughly inspect every single coin.

                                            >"You're lucky, googly eyes."

                                            >The unicorn tucks the bag of coins under his hat.

                                            >"Don't expect all your debts to be paid so easily in the future."

                                            >The red unicorn laughs giddily and trots off to one of the food carts.

                                            >You take a step forward and prepare to chase down the fat bastard that insulted your date.

                                            >Suddenly you feel a hoof gently pulling on your shoulder.

                                            >"Please Anon, he's not worth it."

                                            >You spin around and look right into Derpy's eyes.

                                            >A strange sense of calm washes over you, and the hot-blooded desire for vengeance slowly fizzles out altogether.

                                            "That guy was a real prick." You snort.

                                            >Derpy nods with another of her trademark sheepish smiles.

                                            "Do ponies always pick on you like that?"

                                            >More tears drip from her beautiful eyes.

                                            >Oh bits, it looks like you just re-opened an old wound.

                                            >It's fairly obvious that Derpy got the short end of the 'gene pool' stick.

                                            >But for ponies to go out of their way and harass Derpy for something that isn't even her fault?

                                            >That's just downright DESPICABLE, especially considering she isn't an axe murderer or anything like that.

                                            >Derpy's functional enough to hold down a job AND she's got a humble personality to boot.

                                            "Forget I asked."

                                            >You quickly pick up a skee-ball from the machine and hand it to Derpy.

                                            "Ladies first." You smile.

                                            >She blushes ever so slightly and aims her skee-ball towards the goals.

                                            >Derpy takes a deep breath, flicks her wrist, and tosses it up the wooden ramp.

                                            >"Nyagh!"

                                            >You watch in shock as the ball flies upward in a straight line and lands in the small center goal.


                                            Part XXV:

                                            >The machine lights up and plays a cute little victory tune.

                                            >Derpy cries out in surprise backs away from the skee-ball display.

                                            >"Uh oh, did I break it?" She asks nervously.

                                            >You chuckle and shake your head.

                                            >"We have a winner!"

                                            >The vendor grabs a stuffed bear from the prize rack and hands it to Derpy.

                                            >"Oh wow..." She cuddles the toy close. "It's so fuzzy!"

                                            >You walk over to the mare and gently pat her on the back.

                                            "Congrats Derpy, you earned it."

                                            >She smiles and pulls you in for a big hug with her free hoof.

                                            "W-Woah! Hey! What's this for?!" You cry out.

                                            >Derpy wraps her free wing around you, making escape all but impossible.

                                            >"Thank you."

                                            >Ah to be hugged by a mare, how you've longed for such an earthly delight.

                                            >You eagerly hug her back, earning a coo of appreciation from the adorable pegasus.

                                            >Wait, did she just thank you?

                                            "What are you thanking me for?"

                                            >You pull back and stare at her in confusion.

                                            >"This is the first time I've ever won at, well, ANYTHING!" She admits.

                                            >Wow, Derpy is trying really hard to take the title of "Ponyville's Biggest Loser" away from you.

                                            >"I have a feeling that this wouldn't have happened without you."

                                            >She smiles warmly and holds the teddy bear close to her chest.

                                            >Your face feels hotter than the sun as you struggle to come up with some kind of response.

                                            >The gray mare giggles at your buffoonery and leans in until her face is inches away from your own.

                                            >"You know Anon, you're kinda cute when you blush."

                                            >There's no way in Tartarus your face ISN'T red right now.


                                            Part XXVI:

                                            >The evening moves along at a brisk pace, but you're having too much fun to notice.

                                            >Derpy appears to be having the time of her life.

                                            >Carnival games, dancing, eating dinner, posing for silly caricatures, it doesn't matter the activity.

                                            >That beautiful derped smile of hers never disappears, not even for a moment.

                                            >Truth be told, you're having a great time as well.

                                            >That in itself is a bit strange, because Hearts and Hooves is the LAST thing you expected to bring ANY kind of happiness.

                                            >You look around the festival and see a lot of ponies resting at the nearby tables.

                                            >It must be getting late.

                                            >Damn, just when you were beginning to have some real fun.

                                            >You turn to Derpy, who's busy stuffing her face with a rice cereal treat shaped like a pink heart.

                                            >She notices you staring and quickly gulps down her food.

                                            >"Oh hey Anon!" She waves to you like a goofball supreme. "Is something on *MUNCH* your mind?"

                                            >Derpy's cheeks once again poof out with food, but her smile never falters.

                                            >You shake your head and try to match her smile.

                                            "Everything's fine, Derpy."

                                            >"That's good to hear." She replies between mouthfuls. "Did you have lots of fun too?"

                                            >You have no idea how right you are, silly mare.

                                            "Oh yeah." You grin ear to ear.

                                            >"Fillies and gentlecolts, may I have your attention please!"

                                            >Your right ear twitches at the sound of a VERY familiar voice booming over the loudspeakers.

                                            >"As Mayor of Ponyville, I hereby decree that the Hearts and Hooves Day festival is now officially concluded!"

                                            >Janitor ponies arrive on the scene with empty carts and begin taking down the colorful decorations.

                                            >"I sincerely hope you all found fun, food, laughs, and most importantly, love~!"

                                            >You immediately look away from Derpy after seeing her flushed cheeks.

                                            >C'mon Derpy, you can't be silly enough to fall in love after one measly day!

                                            >"I can't wait to see you all again at next year's Hearts and Hooves Day festival! Good night!"

                                            >The festivalgoers happily begin packing up and make their way home.

                                            >"Awww, is the festival over already?"

                                            >Derpy's ears droop with disappointment.

                                            "Looks like it."

                                            >You snag another muffin from the confection cart before the Cakes close up shop.

                                            >She squees and bites into the muffin as the two of you leave the festival behind.


                                            Part XXVII:

                                            >"This was the best Hearts and Hooves Day ever!"

                                            >Derpy happily skips alongside you with the teddy bear tucked under her wing.

                                            "I'm glad you had fun, Derpy."

                                            >The two of you leave the festival behind and head towards the town square.

                                            >The moon casts a soft glow over the riverbank, almost as if it were some kind of sign...

                                            >Derpy stares into the river and tilts her head in deep thought.

                                            >You join her at the water's edge, curious to know what's on the mare's mind.

                                            "What's up Derpy?"

                                            >"Oh it's nothing really..." She trails off while playing with her hair.

                                            >Yep, something's definitely up.

                                            >You gently nuzzle her with your snout.

                                            "C'mon Derpy, I can tell something's bothering you."

                                            >Despite your best efforts, the mare remains lost in whatever thoughts are bouncing around in that head of hers.

                                            >The two of you sit there for a while, each hoping the other would break the awkward silence.

                                            >Derpy finally snaps out of it and opens her mouth to speak.

                                            >"The moon looks so...beautiful...tonight."

                                            >She sighs and looks at the full moon hovering overhead.

                                            >That wasn't quite the answer you were expecting, but it does give you an opportunity to be super cheesy.

                                            "Not as beautiful as you." You tease.

                                            >You absentmindedly nuzzle Derpy again, a bit longer than last time.

                                            >She's warm to the touch and her coat is so soft.

                                            >And her scent, oh Celestia her bubbly scent!

                                            >This is something you could get used to...

                                            >"Mmmmh~!" She coos.

                                            >Wait a minute, what the BUCK are you doing?!

                                            >You quickly pull away and try to hide your blushing face.

                                            >"Wha-?!"

                                            >Derpy cries out from the sudden loss of affection and frantically leans towards you.

                                            >"Why did you stop, Anon?!"

                                            >The pain in her eyes sends a (metaphorical) knife plunging into your heart.

                                            >"I thought-"


                                            Part XXVIII:

                                            >You place a hoof on the worried mare's face and smile.

                                            >The frazzled mare utters a confused whinny, but holds her hoof against your own.

                                            "I really do like you Derpy, but don't you think we're rushing things just a smidge?"

                                            >She shakes her head and pins you to the ground.

                                            >Derpy is surprisingly strong for a Pegasus.

                                            >"No Anon, not at all!"

                                            >You stare at her as though she grew a second head.

                                            >"Couples are supposed to do lovey-dovey things together!" She insists.

                                            >She snuggles into you and happily sighs.

                                            >Having a mare lay on top of you like this is seriously making you reconsider the whole "rushing things" schtick.

                                            >You wrap your hooves around Derpy and lock lips with her.

                                            >The amorous mare moans into your lips and eagerly kisses you back.

                                            >If this keeps up, you're going to end up rutting her right here and now.

                                            >Considering the circumstances, she might not be entirely opposed to that idea...

                                            >*POOF*

                                            >"There you are, Anon!"

                                            >Twilight emerges from a burst of magic and waves to you.

                                            >"Sorry I'm late, but there was some last minute royal business to-"

                                            >Twilight's smile disappears as her eyes fall on Derpy, who is still firmly snuggling against you.

                                            >"Oh, hi Princess!"

                                            >Derpy happily waves to the stunned alicorn and lazily scrambles to her hooves.

                                            >You also stand up and bow to the princess alongside your bubbly companion, but Twilight's shock does not wane.

                                            "Twilight?!" You exclaim. "What are you doing here?!"

                                            >The purple pony trots over to you and Derpy.

                                            >"I'm here to be your date for Hearts and Hooves Day!" She exclaims.

                                            >The uneasiness in Twilight's voice betrays her courageous words.

                                            "But Twilight, Derpy is my date for Hearts and Hooves Day."

                                            >You hug the pegasus close and happily nuzzle her cheek.

                                            "Also the festival is over now."

                                            >You point towards the groups of janitor ponies busy disassembling the festival booths.

                                            >"Oh no, I AM too late!"

                                            >Twilight falls on her rump and utters a sorrowful neigh.