>You are Sunset Shimmer
>It's a chilly December evening over the Christmas break, and as you walk hand-in-hand with this bashful teenaged girl under the full starlight night, one thought becomes prominent in your mind:
>Tonight is the night you're going to finally make love to your girl
>Twilight giggles softly, still self consciously navel gazing as you walk together. You might have thought she hadn't noticed you were there at all, except she hasn't stopped squeezing your hand since you left Pinkie's sleepover party together
"So... you're sure the house will be free all evening?"
>You ask again, just to break the silence if nothing else. Twilight's glasses look like they're starting to fog up in the cold air, pressed against her burning cheeks
>"Yup!" She answers, sounding uncharacteristically excited for the normally shy bookworm.
>"It's mom and dad's anniversary weekend, so they're going to dinner and then to a bed and breakfast until Sunday evening. That means..."
>It's like the implications hit Twilight all at once, and she can barely contain herself as she throws herself towards you, wrapping your arm in a death grip.
"...The whole weekend to ourselves, hm?"
>You finish for her, a sly grin starting to spread across your face. She can only nod in acknowledgement, this is probably the most stimulation the poor shut-in has had ever.
>You can't help but tease her a bit, dislodging your arm from her kung-fu grip to drape around her narrow shoulders instead, pulling her intimately into your jacket.
"Well, I'm no Pinkie Pie, but I can show you a thing or two about partying."
>You don't care how lame that sounded just now, she's totally enthralled by how cool you are.
>You've arrived at Twilight Sparkle's family home, and... holy shit. Her parents must be loaded.
>Gated community, three story house. Compared to your single room apartment above the coffee shop that you work at, this is a friggin palace