LW Spaghetti Sparkle 34 - Tears

Living with Spaghetti Sparkle 34

 

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>it's 7AM in Ponyville

>you had hoped you'd be home right about now

>instead, Twilight is going to wake up to an empty bed

>you know how she worries

>things aren't looking bright for you back at Canterlot Castle

 

>you sit backwards on your old computer chair

>your arms are folded on the cool pleather back of the chair

>you resist the urge to tap your foot impatiently because Rainbow Dash is is sleeping

>the first rays of the new day's sun come shining through the window and place themselves across Rainbow Dash's sleeping face

>it would be cute if she weren't drooling all over the pillow

>you suppose it's better than vomit

>the only sound in the room is the scribbling of a quill

>Trixie is jotting down every magical equation she can think of that played a part in last night's performance

>you argued with her for an hour about Twilight's involvement with the research on how to get back home

>to Earth

>apparently, it's much more difficult that one would think to reverse a spell's effects

>let alone increase their efficiency and staying power

>in order for Trixie to complete her research, she's going to need Twilight's help

>this is a non-starter for you

>the honeymoon destination needs to be a secret

>Twilight can't know until the moment of arrival

>the look on her face is going to be...

 

>beautiful

 

>the compromise, then, became to write down as many unsolved equations as possible and give them to Twilight to solve

>Twilight will then be able to help Trixie without knowing what the end result will be

>a perfect plan

>maybe

 

>toward the beginning of Trixie's crusade to write everything down, you asked why she can't just use a computer

>apparently, magic is more complex than just numbers and words

>sometimes you need to draw a magic circle or burn a special candle under special paper with an equation on it

>sounds really byzantine

>you have a new-found respect for that quirky little purple horse that loves you

>that respect morphs into a passion

>you need to see her again

>you miss her

 

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>8AM

>Trix:"There! Done!"

>you grab the papers in a little folder and shake Trixie's hoof

Here's to you helping me and me keeping you from being arrested!

>Trix:"Y-yeah. Shall I get my own room? Someone as great and powerful as I requires a room."

Talk to Pinkie Pie about that. I'm sure she can set you up downstairs. If she has any questions, tell her to call me. Here's my number--"

>you grab a sheet of paper and begin to write

>Trix:"That won't be necessary. I can remember your number. Just speak it."

Okay... (562)-490-2909-106978. You sure you can remember that?

>Trix:"Oh... OF COURSE! Do you doubt the Great and Powerful--"

Yeah, I remember your name. Anyway, I have to run. I have a mad as hell mare waiting for me at home.

 

>as you near the train station, you realize that you still have Rainbow Dash's credit card in your pocket

>an idea dawns on you

>you know how to smooth things over with Twilight

>you grin an evil grin

 

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>the sun is setting as you arrive back in Canterlot

>"Can I help you with that sir?"

Please do.

>the bellhop pony lifts the one square meter cardboard box over his head with magic

 

>you open the door as gingerly as possible, as to not alert Twilight just yet

>you look around the foyer as if you were a burglar

>having a wife will do that, you suppose

>the bellhop pony drops the large box onto the carpet with a BANG

>you hear somep0ny slip and fall in the bathtub

TWILIGHT! You okay!?

>...

>you rush to the bathroom

>wrong bathroom

>you're not used to having more than one bathroom

>you open the bathroom door to see Twilight standing on all fours, breathing hard

Are you okay?

>Twi:"Anon...?"

Sorry I was gone all night. I got a little drunk with Rainbow Dash. Are you okay?

>Twi:"... No..."

I'm so sorry! Please forgive me.

>Twi:"No... it's not really anything you did *sniff*"

Come here.

>she magics the shower off and gallops over

>there's something wrong with her

>it looks like she has a ballsack or something

>no

>it looks like she has... pineapple sized balls?

>what the fuck?

>they're sagging and veiny

>they make you want to retch

>Twilight isn't trying to stand on her hind legs and hug you like she used to

>now she's just nuzzling your legs, hoping for you to kneel down and scoop her up

>Twi:"Pick me up!"

Uh... let's go in the living room first. I brought you a surprise.

>Twilight's face lights up

>Twi:"I got you a surprise too! Heheheh!"

>you never thought you'd have to tell your fiancee you don't find ballsacks sexy

 

>Twi:"OH MY GOSH! WHAT IS IT!?"

Twilight, honey, sit down with me over here.

>you pat a spot right next to you on the couch

>Twi:"O-okay..."

>...

Why do you have a ballsack?

>Twi:"WHAT?! No! These are BREASTS... gosh... you're such a BAKA *giggle*."

>Twilight leans back on the couch and spreads her legs

>sure enough, there are nipples

>you facepalm

>an anger wells within you

TWILIGHT! HOW MANY TIMES IS THIS GOING TO HAPPEN WITH YOU?!

>you're yelling

>you never yell at Twilight

>what is going on?

>you realize too late what you've done

>surprisingly though, Twilight isn't crying

>not yet

>right now she's... distant

>...

 

>Twi:"*sniff* I'm such an idiot."

>you want to shake her around and tell her that yes, yes she is

>you refrain

>her horn glows and her breasts return to their normal shape

>you wouldn't be able to find them if you weren't looking

>Twilight leans to her side and crosses her forelegs on the arm of the couch

>she buries her head in her arms

>you decide not to coddle her this time

>you'll let her cry it out and learn this time

>but you'll be there for her

 

>under her crossed forelegs you hear a muffled cry

>Twi:"Anon! Please forgive me! I... I... I don't *gasp* I don't know... I'm sorry I just..."

>you put your hand on her side and stoke her coat

>Twi:"*sniff* It's just... sometimes it's so unbelievable that you like me-- you LOVE me it's just sometimes I can't believe it and... and... I feel like I have to do stuff to make you happy and interested and *gulp* I know I'm bad at sex and... I'm just..."

>you reach out and pull her away from the arm of the sofa

>you hold her and comb your fingers through her mane

>Twi:"I was just so..."

Say it.

>she clings to you harder than she ever has before

>you're hers

>Twi:"I was just so JEALOUS! I saw that human girl on TV and I was just... my heart it... it wouldn't stop going. I was so mad I... I wasn't thinking and I wanted to make you NEVER want to leave me and I made my breasts bigger and-- I'M SO SORRY!"

I forgive you.

>you pick her up and take her to the bedroom

>she cried in your arms the entire night

 

~~~END PART 34~~~