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Assorted scenes in which Twilight Sparkle kisses Flash Sentry, or vice versa

Various portions of Book 1

At the Fall Formal

Wrapping her tightly in his arms, Flash kissed Twilight's bare shoulder.  She gasped, suddenly glad that Rarity had made her Gala dress strapless.

"Twilight," he whispered.  "Twilight, I love you so much."

"But it's wrong!" she cried.  "I'm a pony princess from another realm!  Doesn't that bother you?  Don't you think that's weird?"

"Are you kidding?  That makes me want you more!"  With tender ferocity, he pressed his lips firmly against hers.

After a minute, she pulled away to catch her breath, and then she was all like, "Oh, like, Flash, you are, like, so totally hawt!"

A few hours later, at the Dance-Off

Twilight had never danced like this before, but, of course, she'd never been bipedal before.

"Oh, Flash," she gasped, "I feel like I'm floating on air."

He merely winked in reply.

Easily and manfully, he spun her around the dance floor as the other students watched in awe.  He held her so tight, and his blue, liquid eyes reflected the sparkling lights.  She gazed at him through her long lashes and whispered, "I wish we could stay like this, Flash . . . forever."

She gasped as he pulled her close and pressed his lips against her ear.  She'd never been nuzzled like this before.  Her knees turned to jelly, but his thewy arms held her up.

"Stay," he whispered, his voice fierce, insistent, urgent.  "Stay here with me."

"I can't!  My home, my friends—they need me!"

Grasping her hand, he dropped to one knee, and her heart replied with a staccato pounding.  "I need you," he said, "as I have never needed anyone before in my entire life.  Stay here.  Be mine.  Be my little pony."

She melted.  Sinking to the floor, she clutched his shoulders and, with an intensity of which she never before would have thought herself capable, husked, "Shut up and talk title lines to me."

Then she pressed her mouth to his.

After the dance, at a seedy hotel on the outskirts of town

“Come on, come on…” Flash Sentry’s fingers shook as he attempted to fit the magnetic key card into the slot on the motel room door. In the dim light the slit was half lost in shadow, and he tapped the edge of the card against the metal plate a dozen fruitless times before he finally found his mark*. The key slid in and out, the little yellow LED flashed to green, and the lock clicked open. Flash let out his breath and pushed the door open, motioning for Twilight to follow behind him.

*[Editor’s note: Although Berrow makes extensive use of complex literary techniques later in the novel, this is the first explicit use we see of complex metaphor. The key and hole symbolically represent the male and female, and Flash’s fumbling with them refers to the clumsy virgin efforts he is about to exercise upon Twilight’s body.]

Twilight gave the parking lot another quick glance. It seemed empty enough, but she couldn’t afford to be spotted in her pony form. Although the students back at the school were quick to accept her true nature, and Flash Sentry quicker still, there was no way to tell how other humans might react.

Only six steps separated the open door of Flash’s car from the open motel door. Inside the room, lit from behind by a dim, flickering fluorescent light, Flash motioned for her to join him.

How odd that the gulf between them should give her more pause than the thought of joining him. Wasn’t it shameful to follow a boy to a seedy motel after a high school formal? Wasn’t there a word for girls like her, already naked just hours after their last dance?

Slut. That’s the word they used. Slut.

Of course, as a pony, nudity was her natural state. It followed, then, that sluttiness was her natural state. This iron-clad syllogism settled into her mind, and she felt her mouth twist into a smile. Not a smile shared with friends; not a smile of joy or pleasure. A smile of lust, accompanied by half-lidded eyes and a tongue that flicked between her lips, teasing at them, wetting them, readying them for play.

Flash’s eyes widened as she stepped toward him, her hooves sending faint echoes ringing across the deserted parking lot. She edged through the door and brushed her side against his thighs as she passed. His whole body trembled at her touch.

Men, stallions, they were all the same. So brave in public; so timid in the bower. Twilight hopped up onto the bed, arched her back in a stretch that bordered on obscenity, and lowered herself onto the covers. She flicked her mane away and turned her smile upon him again. His wide-eyed, pale face was filled with hope and terror in equal measures.

Enough teasing, she decided. She was ready; soon enough, he would be too. “Come kiss me, Flash.”

And he did. And so much more.