Chapter #4Don't Toy With Me, Woman! by: GWriter   "What do you mean 'I dunno. Maybe'?" you ask.
"'I don't know', as in I am not certain as to whether or not she likes you, and 'maybe' as in there is a possibility that she may return your feelings," Celestia says with a smart-ass tone.
"Okay, okay. I get it," you grunt.
"Maybe you should spend some quality time with Twilight while you're here, and then you'll probably find out if she likes you back," she suggests.
"That's actually not a bad idea," you say, and you bolt out of the bedroom to go find your lavender coated friend.
"You could have said goodbye," Celestia says with a grunt.
As you walk down the halls of the castle, you begin to reminisce about your history with Twilight. You remember when you first met her in kindergarten in Canterlot. Your parents were already well acquainted with hers, so you visited each other often. When you had to move to Baltimare for middle school, you two kept in constant contact, and by the time you moved in with Twilight when you started high school, you noticed how much she grew since elementary. Even in the (almost) three years you've lived with her, she's... developed quite nicely. When you first moved in, you were both fourteen going on fifteen, and Twilight's body was rather underdeveloped, but now you're both seventeen going on eighteen, and her body finally realized that it was becoming that of a mare. Her breasts had grown a little, but the area that had the most growth was her hips. By the time Twilight became a princess, her hips became the kind you'd want to die for... twice.
You could never figure out why the other guys at school weren't attracted to Twilight's looks. She had that whole "sexy librarian" vibe about her. They were probably turned off by her smarts, or maybe they were busy lusting after mares with more conventional beauty like Rarity. Oh well, it's not like you should complain. The less competition, the better, right?
You finally run into Twilight after a long period of reminiscing. "Oh, hi, [your name]," she says.
"Hi, Twilight," you say. "Where are the others?"
"Oh, they went out into the city."
"Why didn't you go with them?"
"Well, I'm going with the other princesses and Chrysalis to the city as well to go clothes shopping," Twilight explains. "I know it's not you thing, but would you like to come with us? We could use a male opinion on the clothes we try on."
"I guess I can go..." you say, wanting to go with Twilight despite the fact that you despise clothes shopping. Soon, you find yourself with Twilight, the other princesses, and Chrysalis on the way to one of Canterlot's finest clothing shops.
"Now, where should we start?" Celestia asks the group.
"I wouldn't worry about it," says Chrysalis. We have all afternoon.
The words "all afternoon" hit you hard as you realize exactly what you signed up for. "It's gonna be a long day," you mutter to yourself. You pretty much tune out the mares as they decide which part of the store to start with, so when Twilight grabs you by the arm and drags you along to the decided location, you have no idea of where you're headed. You get your answer when you see that the section you arrived in is...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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