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Twisty was walking down the streets of Ponyville returning from Sugar-Cube Corner after helping babysit the Cake Twins. Mr. and Mrs. Cake had to go cater for a party in Canterlot. Normally, Pinkie Pie would be taking care of the bundles of joy, but this week her little sister, Limestone Pie, fell ill, so she had to go give her a "GET BETTER SOON!" party. Twisty decided to take care of the twins. After all, she loved the Cakes, she loved babies, and she loved helping.
The children were well behaved... Somewhat. It helped to have 2 horns. She cared for them, ran the bakery, baked some treats, and cleaned up. Later on in the day, Fluttershy came by for some chocolate-mint brownies, and to give her some news. She explained to Twisty that Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake's parents were on their way back a few hours early. Twisty didn't mind leaving a few hours early, as much as she loved the Cake Twins, she decided to go see if her town needed her assistance. Mr. and Mrs. Cake came back and they greeted Twisty with their thanks and free cupcakes for a week.
"O-oh um... n-no! That's f-fine! I was j-j-just hap-py to he-help you both. Honestl-ly!" And with a wave goodbye, that brings us back here: Twisty walking down the streets of Ponyville.
She looked in the window of the Carousel Boutique and saw Rarity fixing up a new dress. She looked at a beautiful dress that she admired very much. Well detailed, yet simple, and she liked it. Then she turned her head to the unicorn inside. Twisty remembered when they were young, Rarity would always want to make her a suit. Correction... make HIM a suit.
Twisty-Two, previously known as Twister-Topple, was once known as one of the girly-est colts in school. He always picked flowers and put them in his long mane. He always played with my mother's make-up. He always wanted to dress up in dresses and skirts. He was always laughed at.
It wasn't until he got his cutie-mark, 2 bows, that he decided to make a difference. Twisty was only 13, but he knew he couldn't grow up a stallion. He was destined to be a mare.
And so here she is. A beautiful mare. Or so she thinks she's beautiful. Her parents are happy with her choice.
At the hospital after her surgery, Twisty's parents, and Princess Celestia were there.
"You were so brave sweet-heart, and at such a young age," her mother said.
"You know, in a way, I had a son, and now I have a daughter," her father said.
The Princess gleamed, "Twister-Topple. It's an honor to meet such a brave pony. You are not only brave, but you are beautiful."
"F-forgive me Pr-Princess," she was shocked by how high her voice had become, "B-but call m-me, Twisty. Twisty-Two."
Twisty snapped back to reality when Rarity tapped on the window.
"Twisty, darling!" she ran out of the boutique, "My what a surprise! Would you like to come inside and look at my dresses! I made a few dozen more since you last arrived. In fact! I made a new one a few days ago that would make you look ever so beautiful!"
"U-uh... no thank y-you R-Rarity! I w-was just pass-sing thr-rough!"
"Well, alright. But if you ever want to come in and look around, you are more than welcome."
"RARITY!!!" said a small, adorable filly who burst the door open and went outside.
"Yes, Sweetie-Belle?"
"You promised you would help me with the costumes for my school play! It's happening in 3 days!"
"Sweet Celestia! I almost forgot! Never fear Sweetie, dear! I will help as soon as I get this order delivered! As soon as I find him of course," Rarity explained levitating the dark red tuxedo to her view.
"Oh. I-I'll deliver it! I w-would help S-Sweetie Belle, b-but I'm not-t g-good with sewing! I'll d-deliver it!"
"Are you sure darling, I don't want you to go through the struggle!"
Twisty nodded her head, assuring her it was no trouble. "Alright then! Now, this is an important college! He has bought my I need you to deliver this suit to a Mr. Count BloodMoon Vleermuis."
Twisty flinched back for a moment, stunned by the name before her heart began to flutter.
The thought of that tall, handsome, strong, charming, bat pony was enough to make her nose bleed. His brown fur was so soft. BloodMoon's curled mane was shiny. His smile could make her swoon. How he looked so sophisticated in his suits and boots. But oh, how she would just love to see him without them...
"Here's the suit, now be careful! The golden buttons were not easy to find!" Rarity said, giving Twisty the suit as Sweetie-Belle dragged her sister back inside. "Thankyoudarling!" SLAM!
Twisty didn't have a chance to say goodbye, nor did she realize Rarity was gone. Her mind was somewhere else...
So with a tightening of her pink bow, she set off, finding her prince charming.
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Looking for BloodMoon would be easy, because unlike Rarity, Twisty knew all the places he would most likely be at.
Heck, she knew almost everything about that big lug of a stallion. She knew he was a vegetarian, the poor thing didn't have the heart to harm another pony. She knew he could play the violin. BloodMoon played it once for her... in her dreams, but it was beautiful nonetheless. One thing Twisty knew for a fact that BloodMoon was (besides being a bat, a Vleermuis, and all of the obvious stuff) was that he was a flirt and with other mares.
She knew he doesn't do it to get mares to dig him, he did it as an act of kindness and to prove that all mares matter to him.
But the thought of BloodMoon finding a marefriend, it's enough to break her heart... Twisty couldn't take a heartbreak. She had often seen happy couples walking towards a romantic sunset, or sharing a picnic together, or sharing a few cuddles and nuzzles together, but she couldn't help but wish she and BloodMoon could share a moment like that together.
"Why would he even notice me?" she thought aloud. She was a double-horned unicorn and a transgender. Plus she had an awful stutter and she had deja-vu. No pony could love her. Especially not BloodMoon, even with his kind nature towards mares.
Twisty looked at the suit in her aura. She would love to see him wear it, he would look so distinguished in it. And the dress she saw earlier at Rarity's Boutique. Her imagination played with her. Them dancing in the moonlight. Alone. Together.
"Snap out of it Twisty! It's best if you just forget the feeling." She raised her head and looked at the clock tower not that far from sight.
"Hmm... today is Thursday, and it's quarter to 11, so BloodMoon would most likely be taking his casual walk around the streets of P-P-P-Po-P-P!" She stopped herself mid-sentence and began to stutter again. BloodMoon and his friend NiteFall were heading there way.
Her ears folded down and she began to blush. She turned around, hoping to hide her reddening face.
She couldn't see them, but she could hear them coming closer. BloodMoon's voice was getting louder. "And then I said, 'Dracula?! Please, you have the wrong dimension'. HAHAHAHA!"
The other pony was quite silent. "Ha..." was his response.
Twisty needed to hide! In a hole! In a ditch! In a house! Somewhere! She decided to teleport away, but in all of the panic, she used her smaller horn instead of her larger one. The result was teleporting between the 2 stallions.
She felt her breakfast about to come up. "Oh, hello Ms. Twisty!" BloodMoon said.
"H-h-h-h-hello! Bl-BloodMoon!"
The dark grey pegasus looked at the 2 and slowly made his way up to the nearest cloud.
"Why are you leaving me alone with him!?" Twisty asked in her head, hoping he would answer reasonably, but of course, he didn't...
"I haven't seen you in a few days, how are you?" the bat pony asked.
Twisty didn't know how to respond. His voice was so soft, welcoming, and soothing. His eyes were calm and gentle. She could see his muscles pressed against his blue suit. "Buck! Why is he so..." she began to think before...
"Ms. Twisty, are you alright, you are bleeding through your..."
Twisty placed a hoof on her muzzle and saw the blood. "No!NO! Nonononono! Not now!" She turned around, hiding from the love of her life.
"I-I'm sorry! I-I don't know w-what came ov-ver me!"
She felt a hoof on her shoulder. "Here, this may help." Twisty turned to see BloodMoon with a white handkerchief in his other hoof. He smiled warmly at her.
"Th-thank you..." She decided to take it to avoid any blood from falling on the suit. Speaking of...
"Oh! Uh... R-Rarity w-w-wanted t-to give this t-to y-you... B-but I was going to d-deliver it, b-because she w-was b-busy..." Twisty handed the suit to the bat which he simply placed on his back.
"I must give her my thanks, it was a special order too. No doubt she has done an excellent job on it. And it was very kind of you to deliver it for her. Kindness. I admire that in a pony," he said winking at Twisty.
"Thank you..." she said softly, without a stutter.
"You are most welcome," he responded, just as softly.
It took all of Twisty's strength to avoid hugging the bat pony. BloodMoon placed a loose strand of Twisty's mane back in place. The brief contact was heartwarming. (For both ponies)
"Ms. Twisty, would you like to join me for a short walk. Seeing that my pegasus companion abandoned me mid-story..." he said looking up in the sky where NiteFall was relaxing on a cloud.
The double-horned unicorn couldn't be happier. "Yes! I-I mean... sure... I g-guess. B-but won't the s-sun harm y-you if y-you stay out t-too long?"
The bat pony chuckled. "Those are old bat tales. Bat ponies don't burn in the sun, and we definitely don't sparkle either... We prefer the night because it's easier to find out prey... Or it's just when we're most active."
Twisty smiled and laughed. And she would do so for another few hours.
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"And that's how it was when I first baby bat-sat my little brother, SunBite when he was 2, and I was 6. I ended up being grounded for a week for using my father's cape as a napkin after my brother's snack, but you know what they say: Live and learn!"
Twisty couldn't stop staring at the stallion, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't NOT listen to his charming voice. His looks. He was too much for her.
"Oh, stand back... Canterlot pony coming our way..." BloodMoon said, placing a large bat wing in between them and the pony. The Canterlot pony was a white unicorn mare with a blonde mane and yellow eyes. She wore a golden, expensive looking dress with matching shoes.
BloodMoon made sure she passed them before continuing.
"W-what's wrong?" Twisty asked.
"I don't mean to insult every Canterlot pony when I say this but... some of those citizens can be real... snobs..."
"Oh..." Twisty responded.
"Plus... they tend to be a little harsh... towards my brother, myself, and other bat ponies..."
"I d-don't know why they would b-be, too such k-kind ponies," Twisty said, smiling.
"Thank you, Ms. Twisty."
The mare (Which I will refer to as Ms. Mary Sue) passed the ponies. She looked at Twisty and scoffed. When she looked at BloodMoon though, she simply dragged her tail under his chin and smiled. "Hey, there handsome..." Ms. Mary Sue said before walking off, swaying her tail side to side.
"Preposterous... absolutely despicable... Who does she take me for?" BloodMoon said as soon as she was far away.
"A handsome p-pony?" Twisty suggested.
BloodMoon chuckled. "Thank you, Ms. Twisty. But she better be dreaming if she thinks I'm into mares like her."
"B-but she's p-pretty."
"Beautiful! That's what she is: Absolutely gorgeous. But her heart isn't. I saw how she looked at you. You can know a mare by the way she treats another."
Twisty looked down. She so badly wanted to ask BloodMoon is he thought she was pretty, but she couldn't... She didn't have to though.
"There need to be more mares like you, honestly. Kind, helpful, beautiful, and so many more qua-" BloodMoon stopped as soon as his tongue slipped. Twisty's ears perked up and she felt her heart explode.
"Well... uh... I meant, all mares are beautiful yes! In there own special way!"
"Thank y-you..." Twisty replied.
There was a short silence before BloodMoon cleared his throat. "Ms. Twisty, would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?"
"W-w-what?!" Twisty asked, startled by his question.
"Lunch? Tomorrow? You? I?" BloodMoon asked.
"Why m-me?" Twisty asked.
"Why not?" he responded.
"W-well... I-I... I-I am different..."
"So?"
"I-I'm a pony w-with t-two horns. I-I have a s-s-s-tut-ter. I... I'm a t-transgender..."
BloodMoon smiled. "You are also very special, strong, and brave, not different. So what if you have two horns, my friend Gears is a mechanical pony, and not even he knows it! You are special because of it. You may have a stutter, but my brother suffered from in when he was 239. He eventually got over it and began to talk normally. The fact that you can talk to others without fearing to speak makes you strong. And the fact that you are transgender... well, it makes you something not many ponies are. You had the choice to stay a colt. But you listened to your heart, and you became a wonderful mare. Not many ponies are willing to do that. That makes you brave..."
Twisty smiled. But not any normal smile. She had never smiled like this before.
"So, would you like to join me for lunch?" BloodMoon asked again.
Twisty nodded. "Yes! I would love too!" Did she sound too eager? Nah....
"Excellent! Meet me at the edge of Sweet Apple Acres and I'll fly us to a place where I know you'd enjoy a lunch together."
"F-fly?" she asked a little nervous.
"Do not fear Twisty, I shall allow no harm come to you," he said sweetly as he placed a hoof on her chin.
(Shalalalala my oh my! Looks like the boy's too shy ain't gonna, kiss the girl!)
If she were a little taller, Twisty could almost touch those lips.
"Well, I bid you good-day Ms. Twisty!" BloodMoon said as he broke the connection. He spread his massive wings and flew a few feet upward and off of the ground. "I look forward to our lunch already. And for the record, that's a lovely bow you have on."
"Thank you."
BloodMoon, still in the air, grabbed one of Twisty's hooves and kissed it gently. "No Twisty, thank you..."

AND CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN YOU FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL THE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!?
Guys... it's NOT canon. BloodMoon is a flirt... what is there to say that he hasn't invited other mares to lunch?

Dang, it... TwistyMoon does sound nice...
Screw it...

Description
Twisty was walking down the streets of Ponyville returning from Sugar-Cube Corner after helping babysit the Cake Twins. Mr. and Mrs. Cake had to go cater for a party in Canterlot. Normally, Pinkie Pie would be taking care of the bundles of joy, but this week her little sister, Limestone Pie, fell ill, so she had to go give her a "GET BETTER SOON!" party. Twisty decided to take care of the twins. After all, she loved the Cakes, she loved babies, and she loved helping.
The children were well behaved... Somewhat. It helped to have 2 horns. She cared for them, ran the bakery, baked some treats, and cleaned up. Later on in the day, Fluttershy came by for some chocolate-mint brownies, and to give her some news. She explained to Twisty that Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake's parents were on their way back a few hours early. Twisty didn't mind leaving a few hours early, as much as she loved the Cake Twins, she decided to go see if her town needed her assistance. Mr. and Mrs. Cake came back and they greeted Twisty with their thanks and free cupcakes for a week.
"O-oh um... n-no! That's f-fine! I was j-j-just hap-py to he-help you both. Honestl-ly!" And with a wave goodbye, that brings us back here: Twisty walking down the streets of Ponyville.
She looked in the window of the Carousel Boutique and saw Rarity fixing up a new dress. She looked at a beautiful dress that she admired very much. Well detailed, yet simple, and she liked it. Then she turned her head to the unicorn inside. Twisty remembered when they were young, Rarity would always want to make her a suit. Correction... make HIM a suit.
Twisty-Two, previously known as Twister-Topple, was once known as one of the girly-est colts in school. He always picked flowers and put them in his long mane. He always played with my mother's make-up. He always wanted to dress up in dresses and skirts. He was always laughed at.
It wasn't until he got his cutie-mark, 2 bows, that he decided to make a difference. Twisty was only 13, but he knew he couldn't grow up a stallion. He was destined to be a mare.
And so here she is. A beautiful mare. Or so she thinks she's beautiful. Her parents are happy with her choice.
At the hospital after her surgery, Twisty's parents, and Princess Celestia were there.
"You were so brave sweet-heart, and at such a young age," her mother said.
"You know, in a way, I had a son, and now I have a daughter," her father said.
The Princess gleamed, "Twister-Topple. It's an honor to meet such a brave pony. You are not only brave, but you are beautiful."
"F-forgive me Pr-Princess," she was shocked by how high her voice had become, "B-but call m-me, Twisty. Twisty-Two."
Twisty snapped back to reality when Rarity tapped on the window.
"Twisty, darling!" she ran out of the boutique, "My what a surprise! Would you like to come inside and look at my dresses! I made a few dozen more since you last arrived. In fact! I made a new one a few days ago that would make you look ever so beautiful!"
"U-uh... no thank y-you R-Rarity! I w-was just pass-sing thr-rough!"
"Well, alright. But if you ever want to come in and look around, you are more than welcome."
"RARITY!!!" said a small, adorable filly who burst the door open and went outside.
"Yes, Sweetie-Belle?"
"You promised you would help me with the costumes for my school play! It's happening in 3 days!"
"Sweet Celestia! I almost forgot! Never fear Sweetie, dear! I will help as soon as I get this order delivered! As soon as I find him of course," Rarity explained levitating the dark red tuxedo to her view.
"Oh. I-I'll deliver it! I w-would help S-Sweetie Belle, b-but I'm not-t g-good with sewing! I'll d-deliver it!"
"Are you sure darling, I don't want you to go through the struggle!"
Twisty nodded her head, assuring her it was no trouble. "Alright then! Now, this is an important college! He has bought my I need you to deliver this suit to a Mr. Count BloodMoon Vleermuis."
Twisty flinched back for a moment, stunned by the name before her heart began to flutter.
The thought of that tall, handsome, strong, charming, bat pony was enough to make her nose bleed. His brown fur was so soft. BloodMoon's curled mane was shiny. His smile could make her swoon. How he looked so sophisticated in his suits and boots. But oh, how she would just love to see him without them...
"Here's the suit, now be careful! The golden buttons were not easy to find!" Rarity said, giving Twisty the suit as Sweetie-Belle dragged her sister back inside. "Thankyoudarling!" SLAM!
Twisty didn't have a chance to say goodbye, nor did she realize Rarity was gone. Her mind was somewhere else...
So with a tightening of her pink bow, she set off, finding her prince charming.
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Looking for BloodMoon would be easy, because unlike Rarity, Twisty knew all the places he would most likely be at.
Heck, she knew almost everything about that big lug of a stallion. She knew he was a vegetarian, the poor thing didn't have the heart to harm another pony. She knew he could play the violin. BloodMoon played it once for her... in her dreams, but it was beautiful nonetheless. One thing Twisty knew for a fact that BloodMoon was (besides being a bat, a Vleermuis, and all of the obvious stuff) was that he was a flirt and with other mares.
She knew he doesn't do it to get mares to dig him, he did it as an act of kindness and to prove that all mares matter to him.
But the thought of BloodMoon finding a marefriend, it's enough to break her heart... Twisty couldn't take a heartbreak. She had often seen happy couples walking towards a romantic sunset, or sharing a picnic together, or sharing a few cuddles and nuzzles together, but she couldn't help but wish she and BloodMoon could share a moment like that together.
"Why would he even notice me?" she thought aloud. She was a double-horned unicorn and a transgender. Plus she had an awful stutter and she had deja-vu. No pony could love her. Especially not BloodMoon, even with his kind nature towards mares.
Twisty looked at the suit in her aura. She would love to see him wear it, he would look so distinguished in it. And the dress she saw earlier at Rarity's Boutique. Her imagination played with her. Them dancing in the moonlight. Alone. Together.
"Snap out of it Twisty! It's best if you just forget the feeling." She raised her head and looked at the clock tower not that far from sight.
"Hmm... today is Thursday, and it's quarter to 11, so BloodMoon would most likely be taking his casual walk around the streets of P-P-P-Po-P-P!" She stopped herself mid-sentence and began to stutter again. BloodMoon and his friend NiteFall were heading there way.
Her ears folded down and she began to blush. She turned around, hoping to hide her reddening face.
She couldn't see them, but she could hear them coming closer. BloodMoon's voice was getting louder. "And then I said, 'Dracula?! Please, you have the wrong dimension'. HAHAHAHA!"
The other pony was quite silent. "Ha..." was his response.
Twisty needed to hide! In a hole! In a ditch! In a house! Somewhere! She decided to teleport away, but in all of the panic, she used her smaller horn instead of her larger one. The result was teleporting between the 2 stallions.
She felt her breakfast about to come up. "Oh, hello Ms. Twisty!" BloodMoon said.
"H-h-h-h-hello! Bl-BloodMoon!"
The dark grey pegasus looked at the 2 and slowly made his way up to the nearest cloud.
"Why are you leaving me alone with him!?" Twisty asked in her head, hoping he would answer reasonably, but of course, he didn't...
"I haven't seen you in a few days, how are you?" the bat pony asked.
Twisty didn't know how to respond. His voice was so soft, welcoming, and soothing. His eyes were calm and gentle. She could see his muscles pressed against his blue suit. "Buck! Why is he so..." she began to think before...
"Ms. Twisty, are you alright, you are bleeding through your..."
Twisty placed a hoof on her muzzle and saw the blood. "No!NO! Nonononono! Not now!" She turned around, hiding from the love of her life.
"I-I'm sorry! I-I don't know w-what came ov-ver me!"
She felt a hoof on her shoulder. "Here, this may help." Twisty turned to see BloodMoon with a white handkerchief in his other hoof. He smiled warmly at her.
"Th-thank you..." She decided to take it to avoid any blood from falling on the suit. Speaking of...
"Oh! Uh... R-Rarity w-w-wanted t-to give this t-to y-you... B-but I was going to d-deliver it, b-because she w-was b-busy..." Twisty handed the suit to the bat which he simply placed on his back.
"I must give her my thanks, it was a special order too. No doubt she has done an excellent job on it. And it was very kind of you to deliver it for her. Kindness. I admire that in a pony," he said winking at Twisty.
"Thank you..." she said softly, without a stutter.
"You are most welcome," he responded, just as softly.
It took all of Twisty's strength to avoid hugging the bat pony. BloodMoon placed a loose strand of Twisty's mane back in place. The brief contact was heartwarming. (For both ponies)
"Ms. Twisty, would you like to join me for a short walk. Seeing that my pegasus companion abandoned me mid-story..." he said looking up in the sky where NiteFall was relaxing on a cloud.
The double-horned unicorn couldn't be happier. "Yes! I-I mean... sure... I g-guess. B-but won't the s-sun harm y-you if y-you stay out t-too long?"
The bat pony chuckled. "Those are old bat tales. Bat ponies don't burn in the sun, and we definitely don't sparkle either... We prefer the night because it's easier to find out prey... Or it's just when we're most active."
Twisty smiled and laughed. And she would do so for another few hours.
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"And that's how it was when I first baby bat-sat my little brother, SunBite when he was 2, and I was 6. I ended up being grounded for a week for using my father's cape as a napkin after my brother's snack, but you know what they say: Live and learn!"
Twisty couldn't stop staring at the stallion, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't NOT listen to his charming voice. His looks. He was too much for her.
"Oh, stand back... Canterlot pony coming our way..." BloodMoon said, placing a large bat wing in between them and the pony. The Canterlot pony was a white unicorn mare with a blonde mane and yellow eyes. She wore a golden, expensive looking dress with matching shoes.
BloodMoon made sure she passed them before continuing.
"W-what's wrong?" Twisty asked.
"I don't mean to insult every Canterlot pony when I say this but... some of those citizens can be real... snobs..."
"Oh..." Twisty responded.
"Plus... they tend to be a little harsh... towards my brother, myself, and other bat ponies..."
"I d-don't know why they would b-be, too such k-kind ponies," Twisty said, smiling.
"Thank you, Ms. Twisty."
The mare (Which I will refer to as Ms. Mary Sue) passed the ponies. She looked at Twisty and scoffed. When she looked at BloodMoon though, she simply dragged her tail under his chin and smiled. "Hey, there handsome..." Ms. Mary Sue said before walking off, swaying her tail side to side.
"Preposterous... absolutely despicable... Who does she take me for?" BloodMoon said as soon as she was far away.
"A handsome p-pony?" Twisty suggested.
BloodMoon chuckled. "Thank you, Ms. Twisty. But she better be dreaming if she thinks I'm into mares like her."
"B-but she's p-pretty."
"Beautiful! That's what she is: Absolutely gorgeous. But her heart isn't. I saw how she looked at you. You can know a mare by the way she treats another."
Twisty looked down. She so badly wanted to ask BloodMoon is he thought she was pretty, but she couldn't... She didn't have to though.
"There need to be more mares like you, honestly. Kind, helpful, beautiful, and so many more qua-" BloodMoon stopped as soon as his tongue slipped. Twisty's ears perked up and she felt her heart explode.
"Well... uh... I meant, all mares are beautiful yes! In there own special way!"
"Thank y-you..." Twisty replied.
There was a short silence before BloodMoon cleared his throat. "Ms. Twisty, would you like to join me for lunch tomorrow?"
"W-w-what?!" Twisty asked, startled by his question.
"Lunch? Tomorrow? You? I?" BloodMoon asked.
"Why m-me?" Twisty asked.
"Why not?" he responded.
"W-well... I-I... I-I am different..."
"So?"
"I-I'm a pony w-with t-two horns. I-I have a s-s-s-tut-ter. I... I'm a t-transgender..."
BloodMoon smiled. "You are also very special, strong, and brave, not different. So what if you have two horns, my friend Gears is a mechanical pony, and not even he knows it! You are special because of it. You may have a stutter, but my brother suffered from in when he was 239. He eventually got over it and began to talk normally. The fact that you can talk to others without fearing to speak makes you strong. And the fact that you are transgender... well, it makes you something not many ponies are. You had the choice to stay a colt. But you listened to your heart, and you became a wonderful mare. Not many ponies are willing to do that. That makes you brave..."
Twisty smiled. But not any normal smile. She had never smiled like this before.
"So, would you like to join me for lunch?" BloodMoon asked again.
Twisty nodded. "Yes! I would love too!" Did she sound too eager? Nah....
"Excellent! Meet me at the edge of Sweet Apple Acres and I'll fly us to a place where I know you'd enjoy a lunch together."
"F-fly?" she asked a little nervous.
"Do not fear Twisty, I shall allow no harm come to you," he said sweetly as he placed a hoof on her chin.
(Shalalalala my oh my! Looks like the boy's too shy ain't gonna, kiss the girl!)
If she were a little taller, Twisty could almost touch those lips.
"Well, I bid you good-day Ms. Twisty!" BloodMoon said as he broke the connection. He spread his massive wings and flew a few feet upward and off of the ground. "I look forward to our lunch already. And for the record, that's a lovely bow you have on."
"Thank you."
BloodMoon, still in the air, grabbed one of Twisty's hooves and kissed it gently. "No Twisty, thank you..."

AND CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN YOU FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL THE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!?
Guys... it's NOT canon. BloodMoon is a flirt... what is there to say that he hasn't invited other mares to lunch?

Dang, it... TwistyMoon does sound nice...
Screw it...