Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Twilight stretched in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Every time she found one to be comfortable, she would find something wrong with it a few minutes later. Oh, this current one was looking goo, oh, no, my head is cutting off the circulation to my hoof, I could loose it! Twilight thought, adjusting yet again, only to decided that there was a chance of excess blood flow to her head.

“Uhg! I can’t get any sleep, what’s wrong with me!” Twilight yelled to nopony in particular.

“Do you want the full list, or should I keep it short to save time?” Spike groaned from his bundle on the other side of her room.

“Oh, sorry Spike, I wasn’t trying to wake you up,” Twilight apologized.

“You didn’t really wake me up. I never got to bed, it seems like it’s hard to get to bed in the first place when there are creaking bed springs every three minutes. Weird, right?” he said, sounding more annoyed than angry.

“Sorry, I just can’t seem to find a good position,” Twilight explained, rolling onto her back to prove her point.

“Something bothering you?”

“I don’t know, something must be, but I don’t know what.”

“Uhg,” Spike groaned, rubbing his eyes, he turned to the slumped figure of the mare that was practically his older sister to him. “Something tells me that the only way I’m getting to sleep tonight is if we solve whatever is bothering you.”

“No, it’s fine, just go back to sleep,” Twilight said, trying to sound convincing, but Spike just got out of his basket and stumbled over to the bedside lamp. Lighting it, he then made his way over to her bed with a roll of parchment and a quill.

“Tell me about your day,” He said, trying his best Therapist voice.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Twilight asked, getting a stiff nod from her semi-grumpy assistant. “Fine,” Twilight groaned, pulling her blanket around her form as she sat up in bed. “Were do you want me to start, Mr. Spike?”

“The beginning of your day.”

“Fine, well, I woke up, got ready, you made me blueberry pancakes…” Twilight started only to get interrupted by her ‘Dr.’

“I mean, start with the stuff I wasn’t there for.”

“Fine, after you left to go help Rarity, I started to organize and place the new books we received from Canterlot, and then I went to check in on Rainbow Dash in the hospital. After that, I ran into Derpy and Coal, and stopped to talk for awhile, it turns out that Derpy had a package for me, a book that wasn’t part of the order.” Twilight said, her eyes clouding slightly as her thoughts turned inward. Spike took note of this.

“What book?” Spike asked.

“Huh? Oh, well, heh, it was, uhm…” Twilight said, her cheeks warming as she remembered the book. It was also from Canterlot, more specifically from Princess Celestia herself. At first, Twilight had thought it odd that she hadn’t sent it through D-mail like usual. “It was a book on, you know, friendship?” Twilight said, sounding like she was asking.

“What about friendship?” Spike asked, curious.

Twilight looked down, her cheeks still pink, and said something so quiet, she would have made Fluttershy proud.

“What?”

“Dat…”

“What?”

“Dating!” Twilight practically yelled. Spike sat there starring at her for a few seconds, trying to wrap his mind around what he had just heard.

“What? why would she send you that?” Spike asked.

“I kind of asked her to,” Twilight said, looking at her hoof as she moved in a circular motion on her sheets.

“Why?” Spike asked, actually wondering if missing sleep had been worth it for the first time since getting up. Twilight starred at him for a few seconds, debating telling him the truth or not. Finally, taking up a look of determination, she started from the beginning.

“Two months ago, I began to feel, different, about a certain pony, and I didn’t understand it. Finally too frustrated with the fact that I didn’t know what this feeling was, I asked Princess Celestia about it at the end of one of the friendship reports that I wrote up myself.” Spike nodded, remembering how odd he had thought it was when she started writing her own reports.

“She finally decided, after getting the full story, that I was pinning over the pony, and that the feelings were ones of infatuation. So I asked her for advice on how to approach this situation, so she sent me the book,” Twilight said. She looked over to see Spike absorbed in what she was saying, she idly noted that he was scratching away at the roll of paper he had.

“Who is this pony?” Spike asked. He was too focused on the paper to see her blush, when she answer he looked up to ask again in case she hadn’t heard him. She had a look of deep concentration. She looked up to meet his eyes, her mind working at a furious pace. He has always been there for me, and I know I can always confide in him.

“It’s,” Twilight started, looking down, deep in thought. Spike focused in, his hand moving without thinking. “The Princess.” Spike froze, so surprised that he didn’t notice the continued movement of his hand, or the strange build-up of pressure in his throat.

“You see,” Twilight started, only to be interrupted by a flash of green fire. She looked over in time to see Spike’s empty hands and a cloud of ash heading out the window.

“Spike,” Twilight started dangerously.

“Yes?”

“Did you just send a letter to Princess Celestia telling her about my crush… ON HER!” she yelled, her mane frizzing and sparking with heat.

“Maybe.”

Dear Author,

I am shocked and appalled at the thought that I could ever have a crush on the Princess, of all ponies. She’s far too beautiful and amazing for me to think about in that way. Er, I mean, she’s too graceful and gorgeous… I mean— you know what, never mind. Just… never mind.

Shocked and appalled!