The Unexpected Sexual Harassment of Twilight Sparkle

Gender Reversed Edition

BY: cleverpun

Twilight Sparkle leapt out of the pegasus-drawn carriage. He looked around at Ponyville and let out a deep sigh.

Spike hopped out of the carriage as well. “Ponyville, huh? Pretty nice town.”

“I guess. My tower is still nicer. And it’s better ventilated.” Twilight turned to the guards, levitating a piece of parchment and quill out of the carriage. “Thank you, sirs. You can leave our things at the library, then return to Canterlot. The building is built into a tree, so it should be easy to spot. The keys should be in my saddlebags, right pouch, center section, third zipper down, behind the comb and in front of the chapstick.”

The guards nodded and flew off.

Twilight floated the parchment in front of his face. “First item, catering from Sweet Apple Acres. Guess we better ask for directions.”

“Shouldn’t we settle in, or something?” Spike asked.

“Spike, I want this over with as soon as possible. Bad enough I’m here at all when I could be researching Nightmare Moon.” He took another look at the town, then trotted over to the nearest pony, a pink mare with poofy hair and balloon cutie marks. “Excuse me? Do you know where—”

The pony leapt into air, let out a prolonged gasp, and vanished.

“Uhm, okay…” Twilight scratched his head.

Spike chuckled to himself. “Looks like you’re popular already, Twilight.”

Twilight jerked his head and started walking. “Come on, I saw a barn on our way here.”

“Didn’t the princess order you to make some friends while you were here?” Spike asked.

“The last thing I need is friends. I just want to get these errands out of the way so I can go back to doing something important.”

“You’re always so negative, Twilight. Maybe everypony here will surprise you.”

Twilight rolled his eyes. “Well, I suppose first impressions don’t get much worse than that.”

Walking to Sweet Apple Acres did not take very long. Despite a few grumbles about the heat, Twilight and Spike found it fairly easily. As Twilight walked up the path, he looked around for ponies. He spotted an orange mare with a cowboy hat and an apple cutie mark. She kicked one of the trees, and a shower of apples immediately fell into baskets sitting below.

Twilight approached her. The mare stopped mid-kick and turned to Twilight. “Well, hello there!” she said cheerfully. “Welcome to Sweet Apple Acres! Name’s Applejack! What can I do ya for?”

“Good afternoon. My name is Twilight Sparkle. I’m here to supervise preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration. And you're in charge of the food?”

“Sure am. My brother ’n’ sister should be in the kitchen preparin’ things as we speak.”

Twilight turned around. “Well, sounds like you have everything under control. We’ll let you get back to—” He found a hoof draped around his shoulder, steering him in the other direction.

Applejack smiled. “What’s the rush? Don’tcha wanna check things out a bit?”

Twilight picked her hoof up with a small bit of telekinesis. “Thanks for the offer, but we really do have a lot of—”

The hoof was back. “Oh, nonsense. Won’t take but a moment. And I gar-unn-tee this is the best chow in Equestria!”

Spike started walking alongside the two ponies. “Now that you mention it, I could eat.”

“Spike, be quiet,” Twilight whispered loudly.

“Besides,” Applejack patted Twilight’s side with her hoof, “a handsome stallion like you needs to keep his strength up.”

Twilight opened his mouth to say something, but Spike cut him off.

“C’mon, Twilight! Celestia told you to oversee the preparations, right? We gotta be thorough!”

“Spike—”

Applejack flung open the door to the house and led Twilight inside. A tall red stallion was stirring something on the stove, and a yellow filly was slicing apples at the kitchen table.

“Mister Sparkle, this here is Big Mac and Apple Bloom. Y’all, this is Twilight Sparkle and Spike. They’re here to inspect the food for the Celebration.”

Big Mac nodded at Twilight. Apple Bloom leapt over.

“Wow! So y’all are from Canterlot?”

Twilight pushed Applejack’s hoof off his shoulder. “Yes, we are.”

Apple Bloom smiled. “Well don’t you worry. Me and my brother and sister and granny make the best food in Equestria!”

Twilight smiled. “How could I disbelieve such a cute filly?” He turned towards the door. “Clearly everything must be fine. No need for us to be here. Spike, let’s go.” He got a few inches towards the door before Applejack said something.

“Say, A.B.” Applejack knelt down. “Why don’t you and Big Mac show Spike the entrees? I know you were braggin’ about that apple stew earlier.”

Twilight cringed at the mispronunciation of “entrées”. If the mare was trying to impress him, it was having entirely the opposite effect.

“Okay!” Apple Bloom bounced into the living room. Spike licked his lips and followed her.

A small smile crept across Applejack’s face. “And I can show Mister Sparkle the desserts.”

Big Mac glanced at Applejack, one of his eyebrows creeping upward. Applejack’s only response was the same small smile. Eventually Big Mac walked slowly after his little sister and Spike. He shot one final glance at Applejack before disappearing into the living room.

Twilight sighed loudly. The door was right there. With considerable effort, he tore his gaze away and turned around. Applejack had already placed a pie onto the table.

Applejack smiled. “Made it myself. Let me get you a plate.”

Twilight reluctantly sat down. I guess I am kind of hungry. And it does smell pretty good.

There was a clink of dishes and Applejack returned with some plates and utensils. After setting them down, she started to cut a slice of pie.

Twilight squirmed in his chair slightly. He glanced at the door. A particularly loud clink of silverware brought his attention back to the table. A hearty slice of apple pie sat on a plate in front of him.

Applejack sat down. “Dig in.” She leaned in a bit. “I promise it’s dee-licious. Everything in the house is.”

Twilight eyed the pie for moment, then delicately grabbed it with his magic and took a bite.

Applejack smiled again. “Like it?”

“This is actually pretty good.” He took another bite. “I can see why Princess Celestia hired you to cater.”

The pie was just delicious enough to be distracting. As Twilight put another forkful in his mouth, Applejack slid her chair a few inches closer to him. Twilight didn’t notice the gentle squeak as it moved.

Twilight chewed for a moment. He suddenly realized his chewing was the loudest thing in the room. “So…” He swallowed. “You harvest the apples and you bake them?”

“Yeah, me and my brother take shifts. Keeps things interestin’.”

“Right.”

Applejack scooted a few inches closer, and another soft squeak leaked out of the chair.

“Mister Sparkle, do you mind if I call you ‘Twilight’?”

“I guess not.”

Applejack’s chair scraped loudly along the floor. She was rather close to Twilight now. He paused mid-chew to glance at the tiny gap between them.

“Uhm, what are you doing?”

Applejack leaned forwards. “I need to tell you somethin’, Twilight.”

Twilight’s eyes flicked to the side and back again. “Okay?”

“And before I tell ya, I want you ta know that I don’t say something unless it’s the truth. I take honesty very seriously.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Duly noted?” He returned to his food, though his eyes remained fixed on the mare. He quietly realized he was eating food in a stranger’s kitchen.

“The truth is, Twilight.” She lowered her voice a little. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Twilight froze. His mouth hung open, ready to receive pie, but he couldn’t quite finish the action.

“Well, Applejack, that’s very nice of you to say—”

Applejack leaned towards him, and Twilight reflexively scooted backwards. His haunch slid right to the edge of his seat, and his neck moved as far away as possible before his balance wavered.

“No, really, I mean it. Not often a stallion as pretty as you comes ’round these parts.”

Twilight put his food down. “I think I’d better leave.” He slid off his chair, but Applejack was right there in moments, her hoof touching his.

“I ain’t blowin’ smoke here. You’re hot.”

Twilight’s horn started to glow, and a few seconds later Spike floated through the doorway and landed on his back.

“I’m really not interested. Wish I could say I was flattered, but—”

“I know I’m comin’ on kinda strong, but really, you’re just so—”

“Thanks for the food bye!”

The door slammed shut. The entire house rattled slightly.

Big Mac strolled over and stood next to Applejack.

Applejack rubbed her neck nervously. “I guess that mighta gone better.”

Big Mac chewed absently for a moment. The piece of hay in his mouth rolled around a little as he did. Finally, he stopped and opened his mouth to answer. “Eeyup.”

“Well, that was uncomfortable…” Twilight muttered.

“They seemed nice.” Spike popped an apple slice into his mouth.

“That’s because you were too busy stuffing your face! That orange mare was hitting on me the whole time we were there!”

“Whatting on you? Did she punch you or something?”

“You know what, never mind.” Twilight glanced at the list. “Next up, weather. Says here the captain of the weather team is named Rainbow Dash.”

Twilight stared up at the sky. He was so busy calculating the cloud coverage he didn’t notice the pegasus about to crash into him. The purple-and-blue blur rolled several feet before it finally came to a stop. The mare lay flat on her back, Twilight sprawled awkwardly across her chest.

“Ow.”

“Hey, watch where you’re going, buddy!” The pegasus propped herself up on her forelegs and shook her head. She glanced down at Twilight and smirked. “Unless, of course, you wanted to run into me.” She leaned closer and her snout stopped less than an inch from Twilight’s. “In that case, feel free to scoot down a bit.”

“Ugh, get away from me, you perv!” Twilight shoved her face away with a small spell. He pushed himself backward, clumsily putting a few feet between him and the mare.

The pegasus got to her feet easily. She rolled her eyes. “Well, I see somepony can’t take a joke. I’m an eligible bachelorette, buddy. Like I would waste my time with some nopony like you.”

Twilight picked himself up and cast a quick spell to check himself for injuries. “Yes, clearly every stallion in Equestria would be lucky to have a jerk like you as their special somepony.”

He looked up and started. The mare hovered inches above him.

She rubbed her chin with a hoof. “You know, now that you’re standing up, you don’t look that bad. Egghead, obviously, but not that bad.” She leaned closer to his face. “Of course, you still looked better on top of me.”

Twilight fired a spell at her. She moved a few feet to the left and the spell whizzed past her.

“Playing hard to get, eh? I like that.”

Twilight rolled his eyes. “Ugh, would you just you go away? I have to go find the captain of the weather team.”

The mare’s smirk widened. “You mean Rainbow Dash?”

“Yes! You know him?”

The mare flipped onto her back and started floating lazily backward. “I might.”

Twilight’s eyes flicked onto the mare’s chromatic mane and tail, and her rainbow-lightning cutie mark. “Ugh, you have got to be kidding.”

“The one and only! And don’t worry about the mixup, lots of ponies assume things about my name.” She smiled. “Trust me though, name or not, I’m all mare.”

Twilight buried his face in a hoof.

“I must be even more popular with the stallions than I thought. Usually they don’t come looking for me.”

Twilight sighed and reluctantly put his hoof down. “I’m Twilight Sparkle. Princess Celestia sent me—”

“’Bout time!”

“—to oversee the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration.” Twilight jabbed a hoof at the smug pegasus. “And you are supposed to have the sky cleared by now!”

Dash waved a hoof dismissively. “Eh, it’ll get done.”

“The celebration is tomorrow!”

“I can clear the whole sky in ten seconds flat.”

“Prove it.”

“Sure, I just need a little motivation.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “That being?”

A smug grin spread across Dash’s face. “Kiss me.”

“What!? Ew, no!”

“Suit yourself.” Dash shrugged dramatically.

Twilight narrowed his eyes. “I bet you can’t even do it.”

Dash flipped onto her stomach, her eyes locked on Twilight. “Oh you bet, do you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You’re on!” Her wings flared out. She shot upward, a rainbow streak the only evidence she had ever been there. The highly visible trail zigzagged across the sky, smashing into clouds everywhere. When Dash settled back down in front of Twilight, the sky was perfectly clear.

“Huh.” Twilight looked all over the sky but couldn’t find a single cloud.

He felt a hoof drape across his shoulder.

“What’d I tell ya? Ten. Seconds. Flat. Now, about that bet…” Rainbow took a long look at Twilight’s rump, and one corner of her mouth slowly snuck upward.

Twilight grimaced. He pushed her face away with some magic and walked away. “What bet? I didn’t bet anything.”

Rainbow grinned that same smug grin. “I cry when you say goodbye, but I love the view when you do!” she called after him.

Twilight shuddered. “Ugh. Spike, please don’t turn out like that when you’re older.”

Spike plopped another apple slice into his mouth. “Like what?”

Twilight sighed. “Never mind. What’s next on the list?”

“Decorations at the town hall, looks like.”

Spike and Twilight stepped into the town hall. Embroidered banners hung on the walls and balcony, and numerous ribbons were tied on the columns and posts.

“Huh. It actually looks really nice,” Twilight said to himself.

“Why thank you, darling.”

Twilight jumped a little. He turned around. A statuesque white mare was standing behind him. She had an incredibly elaborate manecut and three diamonds for a cutie mark.

She bowed. “Rarity, master seamstress at your service.”

“Uhm, Twilight Sparkle, and this is Spike. Nice to meet you?”

“I like your cutie mark,” Spike said.

“Why, thank you.” Rarity rose up slightly and extended a hoof.

“Uhm, what are you doing?”

Rarity withdrew her foreleg. “Ah, forgive me, darling. I was going to kiss your hoof, but sometimes I get carried away with formality. Now, let’s get a good look at you.”

Rarity leaned towards Twilight’s face, and he instinctively moved his neck back. She walked around him once and put a hoof to her chin.

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining. Great figure, regal posture, colorful mane… But I told the agency I wasn’t interviewing models today. I’m busy preparing decorations for the Summer Sun Celebration.” Rarity waved a hoof at the banners hung everywhere.

“I’m not a model.”

One of Rarity’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Well, then, how can I help you?”

“I’m here to check on the preparations.”

Rarity smiled. “Well, as you can see, they aren’t quite done yet.” She trotted over to a pile of ribbons and started sorting through them. “I still have more ribbons and banners to put up. Everything is embroidered and sewn, however, so it should be ready well before the Celebration begins.” She pulled a ribbon out of the pile and held it up to the wall. She shook her head and grabbed a different one. “Did you have any specific questions?”

“Uh, no, not really.” Twilight scratched his head. “Huh. You’re actually the only pony so far who has bothered to be professional about their progress report.”

“First impressions are everything, dear. I may not have grown up in Canterlot or Manehattan, but I do know a few things about manners.” Rarity tied the ribbon around a nearby post and put a hoof to her chin. She nodded quickly and continued to sift through the pile.

“Well…keep up the good work?” Twilight turned to leave.

He was a few steps from the exit when Rarity called out to him. “Oh, one more thing.” He reluctantly turned around.

Rarity trotted over to Twilight and handed him a card. “Take my card. A body like yours should not be wasted on secretarial work.”

“I’m not a secretary, I’m Princess Celestia’s personal student.”

“Well, that would explain your regal demeanor.” Rarity chuckled. “And your stoic attitude.” She proffered the card again. “Just think it over. I know many ponies who model as a hobby. And a lovely body like yours wouldn’t need much extra effort.”

“Thanks, but I’m not interested.” Twilight turned back to the door.

“Ah, I understand. It’s fine. The insecure ponies rarely become models.”

Twilight’s ear flicked. He spun around. “I am not insecure!”

Rarity took a step forward. “Why else would a stallion as attractive as you not want to model? I’ve seen it before, Twilight.”

“That’s preposterous.”

“I bet you’ve never had a special somepony either. You have to love yourself before you can love another, after all.”

“Excuse me!?”

Rarity grabbed Twilight’s hoof. “Don’t be afraid to admit to yourself you’re beautiful, Twilight.” She leaned in. “I think you look radiant.”

Twilight jerked his hoof away. “Oh, ew! You’re hitting on me, aren’t you?”

Rarity drew a hoof to her chest in mock horror. “I would never invade somepony’s personal boundaries in such a way! I merely hate seeing talent and self-esteem go to waste.” She leaned forward. “Of course, if you wanted to engage in some harmless flirting as practice, I could oblige you. I know how self-conscious virgins can be.” She smiled. “I’ve taught the same lesson to countless models like yourself, as a matter of fact. It is one advantage of having your home and business in the same building.”

The slapping spell was inches from Rarity’s face when she cast the barrier. The two bursts of magic collided harmlessly.

Twilight glared at her before opening the door. “Spike! We’re leaving!”

“I wasn’t eating her gems, I swear!”

Twilight grabbed Spike and stormed out. He slammed the door shut so hard that one of the hinges clattered to the floor.

Rarity straightened her mane and turned back to her work. “He’ll be back. They always are.”

Twilight’s ear flicked. He shuddered. “Ugh, and I was hoping I’d found one mare in this town who wasn’t a horny pervert.”

“A what?”

“Oh, never mind.” Twilight looked away from Spike and nervously ran a hoof through his mane. He felt something behind his ear. He pulled it out with his magic and rolled his eyes. It was Rarity’s card. It vanished in a puff of fire and he brushed his hoof on his coat.

He turned to Spike. “Anyway, what’s next on the list?”

Spike pulled out the parchment. “Music. Last thing.”

“Thank Celestia.” Twilight’s ear flicked. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Twilight walked a bit further, and he definitely heard faint strands of music wafting through the air. He walked along the path, around a few bushes, and finally walked into a park. He saw a yellow pegasus conducting a choir of birds. Beethooven’s Fifth, he thought to himself.

There was a pause as the mare gave a few orders to some of the birds. She settled back into place and raised her hooves.

“Hello,” Twilight said.

There was a squeal of fright from the mare as she zipped into a nearby bush. The birds scattered.

Twilight trotted over to the shrub. “Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.” He peeked in between the branches, and spotted a few flashes of pink and yellow. “I was just listening to the music. It sounded beautiful.”

“Oh, uhm…thank you.” It was barely a whisper. The pegasus slowly poked her head out, and carefully picked the rest of herself out of the bush. Twilight moved a few of the branches apart with his magic, and the mare settled onto the ground.

Twilight smiled. “Again, sorry about that. My name’s Twilight Sparkle. Princess Celestia sent me to check on the preparations for the Celebration.”

The mare scuffed a hoof on the ground. “I’m Fluttershy.” She turned her head to the side, her bangs covering most of her face. “Nice to…meet you.”

Twilight put a hoof to his chin. “You know, I’ve been to a lot of concerts in Canterlot, but I’ve never seen such a well-trained bird choir before. Most Canterlot ponies prefer actual musicians.”

Fluttershy mumbled something.

“Sorry, what was that?” Twilight asked.

Fluttershy swallowed loudly. “I…I could…play you some more. If you want.”

“Oh, I don’t want to get in your way. I kind of had something to do, anyway.”

Fluttershy finally looked at Twilight. “It’s…it’s really no trouble. I mean, we have to practice anyway.” She turned her head to the side again. “I mean…if you wanted to, it’s okay. If you want. You seem really nice…so…I’m sure the birds wouldn’t mind. I wouldn’t mind.”

The birds had fluttered back onto the tree branch. Twilight put a hoof to his chin again.

Spike walked up to Twilight. “C’mon, Twilight, why not? This is way better than some dusty old research about Nightmare Moon.”

Fluttershy’s eyes lit up. “Oh my goodness! A baby dragon!”

“Oh, right.” Twilight waved a hoof at Spike. “This is Spike, my assistant.”

“Hi.” Spike waved gingerly.

Fluttershy leaned over. “He’s adorable! I’ve never seen a baby dragon before!”

“Well, that’s not surprising. Spike is the only domesticated dragon in all of Equestria. At least, that’s what they told me when I hatched him.”

Fluttershy bent down to look at Spike. “Wow, you hatched a dragon all by yourself?”

“Well, yeah.” Twilight blushed a little. “I kind of got lucky though.”

Fluttershy stood up. “Oh wow, this is so great. I mean, I’ve never met a pony who liked animals and music just like me.” She blushed and hid behind her bangs again. “Or, uhm, one who was so cute.”

“What was that?” Twilight asked.

“Nothing.” Fluttershy turned back to the bird choir. “You know, maybe after we’re done practicing, you and I could, uhm, go to my cottage, and, well, I could show you all my animals. And then, maybe, Spike and my animals could spend some time together.” Fluttershy gulped. “And then…we…I mean, you and I…could spend some time together…as well?”

“Uhm, what?”

Fluttershy spun around. “I mean, if you want!” She poked the ground with her hoof. “It’s just, we both like music and cute animals, and uhm, you’re really…really pretty.”

Twilight took a step back. “Well, uhm, gee, that sounds nice and all, but—”

“I mean, I’ve never had a soulmate before, so I might not be very good at it. But we could still—”

Twilight turned around. “Sorry, I just remembered I have to go do…something…”

“Do what?” Spike asked.

“You know, that thing.” Twilight grabbed Spike and placed the dragon on his back. “Maybe some other time, Fluttershy. But probably not.”

Fluttershy raised a hoof. “Wait, I—”

But Twilight had already started walking off.

Fluttershy sighed. “There I go being too forward and energetic again…”

“She seemed nice,” Spike said

Twilight snorted. “Yeah, real nice. Another pony who wants to get in my…never mind.”

“Get in your what?”

“I said ‘never mind.’” Twilight sighed. “Right now I just want to get in bed and sleep. This whole day has been exhausting.”

The two were silent during the walk. Finally, the library came into view. Twilight quickened his pace.

He placed a hoof on the door and sighed. Calm down, he thought to himself. After a nice rest, there will be plenty of time for research.

Twilight opened the door and was momentarily blinded by confetti.

“SURPRISE!” a dozen ponies shouted.

Twilight groaned. “Of course.”

A familiar pink mare hopped over to Twilight. “So? What do you think?” she asked. “I'm Pinkie Pie, and I threw this party just for you! Were you surprised? Were ya? Were ya? Huh huh huh?”

Twilight wound towards the kitchen, pushing more than a few ponies out of his way. “I knew I should have told the guards to lock the door after themselves…” A streamer caught in his mane and he hastily removed it.

Pinkie hopped after him. “See, I knew when we first met that you had to be new in town, cuz I know everypony and I don’t know you, at least not yet. What’s your name?”

“Twilight Sparkle.” He stepped into the kitchen and glanced around.

“Welcome to Ponyville, Twilight!” Pinkie punctuated her sentence by throwing a pile of confetti everywhere.

Twilight glanced behind the mare’s back. “Where’d that confetti come from?”

“So, since you’re new in town, official Pinkie Pie party policy is that you get a super-duper welcome party!” She bounced upward to punctuate the last word.

Twilight grabbed a glass and took a drink of water.

Pinkie smiled. “You still haven’t told me what you think of the party! Do you love it? Or do you really love it?”

Twilight narrowed his eyes. “You broke into the building I’m staying at, dragged a bunch of party stuff into a library, and then you invited dozens of strangers to a loud party that I don't want to have. How do you think I feel?”

“Ecstatic?”

“Annoyed!”

Pinkie's face fell. “Wait…are you saying you don't like it?”

“Yes!”

Pinkie scratched her head. “Huh. Normally everypony loves it when I do this.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Yes, clearly breaking and entering is a great first impression.”

“Ohhhhhh, I get it! You’re grumpy! That is perfect!”

“What?”

“It means I get to sing my song about smiling! A pretty stallion like you shouldn’t have such a frowny face!”

“It’s my party and I’ll frown if I want to!”

Pinkie draped a hoof around Twilight’s shoulder. “Aw, c’mon, frowning’s not any fun! And it causes premature wrinkling! Are you sure you don’t want a really upbeat musical number to cheer you up? There’s a whole bunch of background dancing and uplifting lyrics and possibly some hopping around on roofs!” Pinkie swept a hoof in front of Twilight.

“I’m sure.” Twilight glanced suspiciously at the pink hoof hanging on him.

“I promise you’ll love it! All the stallions swoon when I do it for them. I mean, I do it for mares too, but you look kinda mad and I don't want you to get the wrong idea because I'm definitely not hitting on you or anything.”

“You aren’t?”

“Nope! But if in theory I was hitting on you, how am I doing?”

Twilight pushed Pinkie off him and jabbed a hoof at the door. “Get out.”

Pinkie gasped. “But if I leave, then who will introduce you to all your new friends?”

“All the ponies in this town are creepy! Why would I want to be friends with them?” Twilight pushed past Pinkie. He headed out of the kitchen and tried to find the stairs in the sea of ponies.

Pinkie bounced out of the kitchen after him. “Oh, I get it! You’re one of those ponies who doesn’t like to make friends. That is perfect!”

“Good. It means you can stop following me.” Twilight shoved his way towards the stairs. Pinkie matched every step with a bounce.

“No, silly! It means we get to ease you into friendship! You and me can hang out together, alone, and then once you realize how amazing having friends is we can go back to the party!”

Twilight paused at the top of the stairs and turned around. “Oh please. What would you and I possibly do together?”

“Oh, I know lots of games for two ponies! Charades. Checkers. Go Fish.” Pinkie smiled. “Other stuff.”

“Ugh.” Twilight stepped into the bedroom and slammed the door behind him.

“Don’t worry!” Pinkie Pie shouted. “I’ll give you a raincheck on the song! But you don’t have to be in the rain, and you don’t have to check anything. I’ll just sing it for you later! And until then you can still enjoy the party!”

Twilight let out a deep sigh as he flopped onto the bed. A loud cheer pierced his door from the floor below; It was going to be a long night.