Title: Adulterous Twilight Author: StupidAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/smdaAqrW First Edit: Sunday 22nd of February 2015 06:34:23 AM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Wednesday 11th of March 2015 03:13:30 AM CDT    Post 1 -------  > Wine was a real bitch sometimes.     > It was a rare thing in Ponyville for sure, with cider -- Both alcohol and non-- being the beverage of choice.     > You used to love wine before you found yourself inexplicably trapped in Equestria.     > Working on your hands and knees every saturday with a rag and carpet cleaner had made you less fond of it, however.       > It was three in the morning according to the muted tolls of the clocks, that echoed through the castle.     > Less than an hour ago that noise would have been forgotten amongst the herd of nobles and well-to-dos of various level of intoxication.     > All her for the party at Twilight's castle, a chic routine started a year ago by Twilight's absentmindedness that had grown into a cultural tradition.     > If you could call debauchery standing side by side with victorian-values while not stepping on each other's shoes cultured.       > The sound of hooves stills both your train of thought and your cleaning motions.     > Clitter-Clatter down the stairwell.     > Two levels, from the third floor to the first.     > It came through the corridor, on the otherside of the wall from where you were.     > It's nearnest made you feel empty, but you banished the feeling as the sounds then faded into the foyer and out the door.       > A moment of thoughtlessness overtook you.     > Sadly you were unable to enjoy it; upon notice it dissapeared.     > You sigh and shift your weight back, standing up and wringing the wine and detergent soaked rag in your hands.     > You had cleaned up enough -- Twilight could clean the house in a matter of minutes with her magic.     > With the upstairs finally silent, you could retire to the couch for the night.     > Or morning.     > It didn't really matter: day or night it was always a pleasure to be the wedded of royalty.     > Scandals, royal obligations,societal expectations, and soul-draining nights of cursory explorations into self-worth and self-esteem not withstanding.     > And the wine stains; its what you actually complained about to your friends. ---- Post 2 ---- > It's eleven in the morning. > The sun is up already, light refracting through the crystal castle with a gentle glow. > Despite falling asleep after Twilight, you woke up before her and took it upon yourself to was the dishes. > The cold water felt good on your hands.   > "Oh, you're back early. I wasn't expecting you until tonight!" > You look over your shoulder to see Twilight quickly fixing her bedhead with magic. "Well, I woke up earlier than usual and thought I'd come home early. Is it really a suprise given what day it is?" > Finishing her mane she saunters up next to you, leaning against your leg. > "That's odd, I don't recal there being any special holidays or schedules for today..." > She begins rambling as she is want to do, vocally reviewing her knowledge of the calander and the dates of holidays both the observed and the antiquicated. > You used to find it cute but it was far from that right now.   > Two years ago today, you met Twilight. > Last year she had suprised you by proposing to you. > That time, you didn't realize the significance of the day until she told you. > Yet in the span of this year, it apparently had lost its novelty to her.   > You're brought back into the real world by the feeling of something biting your hand, and a loud cracking noise. > You let out an emphatic "Fuck!" without a thought. > Instinctively your hand pulls back out of the dish water. > Something hits your eye and stumble backwards clutching it, yelping in suprise and pain as your fall to the floor. ---- Post 3 ---- > "Anon, are you alright? What happened? Are you hurt?" > She eyeballs you intensely as you try to slow your heart's pounding. > You look down at your hands for signs of what bit you, your vision blurred. > A large white porcelein shard is firmy wedged in the thick of your palm, with smaller peices in your fingers. > Twilight quickly notices this too. and waits for an answer. > You don't give one immediately, instead collecting yourself with some deep breathes as you pull the shards out.   > "Anon, are you ok? What happened?" > Twilight's voice trembles a bit as she circles around you, resting a hoof on your shoulder. > She's scared for you. > It's soothing, to hear her concern for you. > It's also naseating because you don't want to stop feeling angry right now.   "No. No I'm not." > Your voice is quiet, just above a whisper as you get yourself up. > Grabbing a towel you wrap your hand up as you look out the window situated over the sink. > You menace at the open air outside.   > "Anon, please. I don't understand what's going on." > The purple pony rushes up next to you, her eyes barely holding her confused tears back at your sudden outburst. > She stands and hugs you with the strange bipedal dexterity that Equestrian Equestrians posses, pressing her face against your side. > You wring the towel about your bloody hand.   "I'm just feeling unmet." > Maybe you were too cryptic or poetic. > You didn't care though. > You were just trying to get the damned thumping of anger out of your head. > So you kept glaring at the sky, out the window.