Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Spike threw miscellaneous items into a pair of bright saddlebags, rushing to and fro in a frantic attempt to go as fast as his stubby legs could carry him. This was his moment, this was his big day, this was his chance in the sun to show his stuff and prove his worth to the pony he adored!

“Spikey-wikey! Are you coming?”

Spike’s heart skipped a beat, and he decided that anything he hadn’t brought with him would probably not come in handy anyway. He took the steps two at a time and bounded out the library door to meet up with the unicorn of his dreams and go on the adventure of a lifetime!

Twilight watched Spike and Rarity disappear on the road out of town with a secret little smile. Spike was gone and she had the library all to herself for a day or two. What should she do? What should she do?

She sauntered over to her book stand where a heavy tome rested, open to a page she had been researching. “Should I study? After all I’m Celestia’s prized student and do little else!” She slammed the book shut with a giggle.

She slid over to her desk, covered with writing implements and scrolls that were half-filled with chicken scratch of numbers and letters. “Maybe,” she said in a sing song tone of voice, “I should write a letter to the princess! Or come up with some amazing new spell to shock the masses!” With a sweep of her neck, her magic gathered up all the scrolls and swept them off the table and onto a shelf.

She danced around the library, shoving books back onto the shelves, and tidying up the place while singing a jaunty tune. At a quarter past, she had the library squeaky clean, and at a half past she had set up a large pile of pillows, a platoon of candles, a bottle of wine, and a table full of small baked goods. Her visitor arrived at a quarter till.

“Hey Twilight, ooh! I like the pillows!”

Twilight shut and latched the door behind her before grabbing the pink earth pony and locking muzzles with her passionately. They fell to the floor and Pinkie Pie licked and nipped at Twilight’s neck as the unicorn squealed and giggled beneath her.

“The pillows, Pinkie!” Twilight managed between giggles. “I don’t want to do this on the floor.”

Pinkie scooped Twilight up in her forelegs and stumbled over to the pillows, grinning broadly. “You got it, Sparklebutt!”

The two of them collapsed on the pile, one slightly larger earth pony on top of the slightly smaller unicorn, and they exchanged sultry gazes. Pinkie’s was… slightly more goofy than sultry, and Twilight bit her lip to keep from laughing outright. Pinkie’s haunches waggled in the air as she found Twilight’s sultry gaze very sexy and not goofy at all.

Twilight pushed off the ground slightly to lock muzzles once more, wrapping her forelegs around Pinkie’s neck and pulling her down on top of her.

And then it tastefully faded to black.

Dear Author,

Well, this story certainly isn’t an appropriate gift for Spike. Why, it looks more like a gift for Pinkie and me. Miss Fetlocks, are you trying to curry favor? I am incorruptible, and my purpose here is noble, and I shall not waver from it. I object strenuously to your submission of a saucy tale about me making out with my plush-bottomed snugglebutt when I specifically asked for stories appropriate for Spike’s hatching day. I shall have to confiscate this story to be reviewed later, in private. Good day.

Sincerely,

Twilight Sparkle