Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Twilight Sparkle was, in a nutshell, nervous. As she stood at these grand doors, she thought back, to what had gotten her where she was, not only in space, but also as a pony. Her mind flashed back to the letter (well, letters, really, now that she thought of it) that had gotten her to where she was now;

Dear Princess Celestia,

After much thought, and personal reflection, I have realized that, however many friends somepony has, there are some ponies with whom one would find more than just friendship. I am currently uncertain on some of my own personal feelings, and I would like to request a personal audience with yourself, in order to properly interpret them.

Your Faithful Student,

Twilight Sparkle

                And the reply, as quick as it almost always was;

                Dear Twilight Sparkle,

After receiving your letter, I realized that we haven’t spoken face-to-face in some time, and I would love to see you. I will send a chariot to bring you to Canterlot, and we will talk as soon as I’m able.

                Sincerely,

                Princess Celestia

And now Twilight was there, called to the Princess’ personal rooms, waiting just outside the doorway for her mentor’s calling, waiting to tell her what had been unsaid for so long. To tell the Princess what she really felt about her, what she really thought of her.  She was soon snapped out of her reverie by a voice;

“Come in, Twilight.”

The sight that greeted Twilight was not at all unfamiliar; she had been tutored almost exclusively in this room, belonging to Princess Celestia herself. Befitting of its resident, the room was large and magnificent, with a large bed against one wall, and several bookcases along another. An open door led out to the balcony, through which a single sentence was carried on the early evening breeze.

“Come, my student, and join me outside. My sister has given us an appropriate backdrop for this conversation.”

Journeying nervously through the doorway to the balcony, Twilight’s heart lit up at the sight of her mentor. However, the light soon turned to apprehension, as she noticed the Princess’ body language: she looked as if she was carrying a great weight on her mind. Then she saw the sky.

To say that Luna’s night was painted beautifully would have been an understatement. The stars all sparkled in the inky black of the night sky, and a perfect (one might even say cliché) crescent moon brought the view to perfection. Put short, it took Twilight’s breath away. She was brought back to the present place and time, almost too soon by Celestia’s words.

“Twilight,” Celestia said, “We are here, now. You said you had some things on your mind. Now, come sit beside me and, pray tell, what may these things be?”

“Well, Princess…I’m not sure how to say-“

“Twilight,” said Celestia, more firmly this time, “I am the pony with whom you need not worry about how to say something, you have no reason to think I would make you look a foal because of your word choice. Now, speak.”

Almost commanded by that voice, Twilight continued. “Well, I wrote to you about these feelings that I’m…having trouble sorting out, and I came to you to possibly sort these out, and to learn how to deal with such emotions.”

“Well, to put it lightly, I think I may be in love with you.”

Silence met Twilight, and for several minutes, she could only hear her own breathing. Then, the voice that she longed to hear:

“Twilight Sparkle.” That voice held no disdain, yet it managed to be sternly serious without it somehow. “You do realize that this is not the first time that another pony has held such affection towards me?”

“Yes, Prince-“

“Just Celestia, now. Trust me, this is important. As I was saying, this is not the first time somepony has come forth to me and said those same words. Do you know what I said to them, Twilight?”

“…I do not, Pri- Celestia.”

“I said no to almost every one of them. I was afraid of losing them. I was afraid of my own immortality, as contradictory to common sentiment as that may seem. I was afraid of never aging, and watching my beloved age, wither up, and die off. Do you understand this, Twilight Sparkle?

“Yes I do.”

“Well, there were some that I did say yes to. And do you know what I think?” Celestia said, turning to face Twilight.

“Yes?”

“I think, my dear student, that you’re worth it. I do believe that the joy of being with you would overcome the sorrow of losing you, this sorrow that I would feel with you specifically regardless of a romantic relationship. Essentially, I don’t see a downside. Do you?”

“…No, Celestia.”

“That’s the spirit.” Suddenly, Twilight’s vision was full of Celestia’s face as she gave a light peck on the lips, so softly that Twilight wasn’t sure if there was even any contact. “Now, I’m afraid you might have to forgive me, but I’m not really ‘in practice’, so to speak, with this relationship dance. I haven’t loved a pony in close to three hundred years, so bear with me.”

“Celestia,” Twilight stated, “I think you’re worth every second of waiting.”

Dear Author,

This was a very sweet story. I could only hope it would go so well— I mean, I wish this would— I mean, how dare you write about me feeling that way about the Princess? That is simply offensive, and not at all true! I’m so mad I can’t even think of more to say!

Offendedly,

Twilight Sparkle