Wanderlust[Anon&Cadence]/Breakfast[FR]

Written for a Prompt thread... that completely disregarded the Prompt. Recently ascended Teen Cadence & GuardAnon have a little chat

 

>Another day, another podunk town

>Such is the life of her Royal Highness' guard

>You sigh and turn your eyes to the sky as the carriage rumbles beneath you.

>The stallion beside you holds the reins in his magical grip, though there isn't really much need for them as the ponies pulling know where they're going.

>Taking a few moments to soak up the sun as it peeks through the verdant canopy, you give another sigh and tap your fingers on the wooden roof.

>After a few seconds, a cool, if sightly strained voice calls out from inside the carriage.

>"Anonymous? Do you mind?"

>Whoops.

>With a nervous cough, you right yourself and respond

"Sorry Princess, I suppose my attention slipped."

>A silent huff follows soon after.

>"Well we can't have that. Come inside, I've got a few plans I'd like to go over before we arrive at Haymouth Rock."

>Double whoops.

>The guard driver gives a small chuckle as he smirks at you.

>Still, you don't pay him any mind, swinging your legs over the seat and dropping onto the lip off the carriage.

>Working your way along the side, you work your way over to the door and slip inside.

>Cadence glances up over the rim of her glasses from the small stack of papers in front of her and gives you a wry smile.

>"You could have told Stern to stop..."

>You shrug and pull up a seat across from her.

"We're already running behind. Maybe we can make up a little time this way."

>The pink Princess giggles, before setting aside her work and her glasses.

>"I'm not too concerned about being prompt. We can take all the time we need."

>You grunt and cross your arms over your chest.

"I disagree Princess. As a member of the Royal Family, certain expectations are placed upon you, and you must do what you can to meet them, regardless of personal feelings."

>The mare gives an indignant huff and puffs out her cheeks before rolling her eyes.

>"Well, I never asked to be a Princess; doesn't that count for anything?"

"Afraid not."

 

>The pretty pink pony gives a short whine before sinking deeper into her seat.

>You take a moment to look her over.

>Cadence is still young, not even out of high school and already with the weight of Canterlot bearing down on her.

>A pretty thing, but with an adventurous streak that tends to get her into trouble.

>And put you behind schedule.

>You tear your eyes away from the alicorn and click open your pocket watch, gritting your teeth as you note that you're still behind schedule.

>Up until you were assigned to the newly ascended Princess, you never had to deal with these sorts of shortcomings.

>"Hey."

>Snapping the watch cover closed, you turn your attention back to Cadence.

>Her purple-grey eyes seem to carry a slight hint of distaste as she glances down at your hand.

>"You're not still worried about when we get to Haymouth, right?"

>Trying to cover up the flinching of your lip, you pocket your timepiece and snort.

"It's my job to worry about these sorts of things, Princess. Someone has to."

>"Ugh."

>Cadence sighs and pouts.

>"I already said I was sorry."

"Even if you are, starting a frosting fight with a bunch of foals is not behavior befitting a Princess."

>The mare seems to shrink a little at that.

"And besides that, it held us up for twenty minutes when you insisted on helping to clean up."

>With another heavy sigh, Cadence glances out the window and scowls.

>You suppress your smile as she mulls that over.

>Perhaps you're finally getting through to the willful Princess.

>"So what?"

>You balk at the blunt response of Her Perpetual Pinkness, who carries on without noticing.

>"Just because I'm a Princess doesn't mean that I can't have fun. I don't want to be cloistered up in Canterlot, waiting to get married off to some stallion in a political power play. I want to have a life too."

>She smiles and shakes her head.

 

 

>"I want to be able to go out in the world and find my own place. To have adventures and see the world, so that when I have foals of my own to care for, and they ask me if I ever lived, I can say, 'your mom did all that and more'.

>The words hang in the air for several seconds before Cadence turns to you.

>"It's not wrong of me to have my own hopes and dreams, even if they might never come true, right?"

>A thin bead of sweat trickles down the back of your neck as you gulp and gather your wits.

"O-of course not. It's perfectly natural for a mare your age to have thoughts about life and romance..."

>Cadence cuts you short with a laugh.

>"Romance?"

>She smiles, shaking her head.

>"Sorry, I just think it's funny, because I'm totally inept in that department; you know, I've never even -kissed- a stallion? What kind of Princess of Love is that? When I'm up at Canterlot High, I feel so out of place because it's all the mares talk about, who's sucking face with who."

>Flicking her mane, the pink Princess smiles.

>"Sorry, I guess I got a little wrapped up in everything. It's just, I don't really feel like this is, me, you know?"

>You respond with a cautious nod.

"I believe so. You were thrust into this position unexpectedly after all."

>"Mm. And to make matters worse, there's not anyone who I really 'like' either. I'm not even sure I know what romantic love is, but mares keep coming and asking me to help them keep their stallions in line."

>Wetting her lips, the Princess giggles.

>"Sometimes? I just want to tell them that I have no idea what they should do and that I'm just as lost as they are. Wouldn't that be hilarious?"

>You give an uncomfortable cough and meet the Princess' eyes with the most level stare you can manage.

"I believe it would do more harm than good. The ponies trust Princess Celestia to make wise decisions, and your breaking out of the mold might call her competence into question."

 

>Cadence stares at you for several seconds, before puffing out her cheeks and turning back to the window.

>"You're no fun..."

>Smirking, you get to your feet and ruffle her mane.

"That's my job, Princess. You may be able to tear through the sky as quick as you please, but it's my responsibility to keep your attention grounded."

>The pink pony grunts, which you take as a sign to leave.

>When you reach for the handle, she calls out to you again.

>"Anonymous?"

>You glance back and see a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

>"Do you think there's an adventure waiting for me?"

>Not even a second ticks by before you smile and nod.

"I do, just not today. But keep your eyes and ears open, you're a long way from being married yet."

>Cadence nods and smiles.

>"Well, when that call comes, I hope you're still with me."

>Seeing your raised eyebrow, the Princess giggles.

>"Sometimes it's nice to lose sight of the ground."

>Chuckling, you nod and open the door.

"Rest up, Princess. We're only a short while out from Haymouth."

>With a grunt, you pull yourself back onto the seat of the carriage, knocking the door closed with your foot as you do.

>Staring up through the green canopy again, you smile.

>That mare, she's going to be a handful.

>But a little adventure every now and again is nice...

 

 

 

Breakfast of Champions

 

>Day Eggo in Equestria

>You wake up at six in the morning with a grumbling in your tumbling.

>...tumbly, grumbly in your tumbly.

>But not for shitty cereal.

>Ever since you arrived in Equestria it's cereal this and cereal that.

>Fucking herbivore ponies.

>Staring up at the ceiling, you struggle to figure out what to eat for breakfast.

>And then it hits you.

"Waffles."

>A smile spreads across your face and you leap from the bed.

>Bypassing your usual routine, you hurry down to the kitchen and begin getting the supplies together.

>Before long, you're clattering your whisk through the batter as loudly and as obnoxiously as possible.

>You are, after all, a bachelor and so can do whatever you want.

>As long as it doesn't, you know, irritate the neighbors.

>Placing the batter aside, you make a move for the waffle iron.

>...that you don't own.

"Fucking ponies and their primitive waffling."

>Scratching the top of your head, you feel your lips contort until you're hit with an idea.

>After rooting through the pans for a while, you find what you're looking for.

>A grill pan you can use on the stove.

>Your eyes linger on the ridges which will provide you with your delicious breakfast event as the batter oozes across the bottom of the pan

>This is going to be awesome.

>A short while and a few flips later and you have a plateful of three waffles.

>With a song in your heart, you shove the skillet into the sink to take care of later.

>A deluge of syrup later and...

>Wait.

>Wait...

"Fuck."

>You forgot the butter.

>Opening the fridge you find

>No butter

>There's a note though

>"Sorry Anon, needed to borrow your butter and cranberries. -Pinkus"

>Fucking Pinkie Pie.

>Sighing, you give a long look back at your waffles.

>Well now they're ruined.

>Into the tr-

>KNOCK KNOCK

>A quick glance up to the clock on the wall has you sighing.

>It's time.

>You grab your boot and shove your foot inside as you move to the door

>Flinging it open, you see Cream Mumble looking up at you with hopeful eyes

 

>"Um, good morning Anon."

>You sigh and give a flippant flick of your wrist

"Yeah, yeah, no it's not my fetish, yadda yadda, time to boot!"

>Fluttershy squeals and drops to the ground, giving you a perfect chance to boot her hindquarters.

>As you rear back your leg however, you come to a startling realization.

>Fluttershy...

>Her coat is yellow.

>A creamy, milky kind of yellow.

>Your booted foot hangs in the air for several seconds before it drops back to the ground.

>After a moment, Fluttershy turns.

>"A-Anon?"

>You give her a small smile and take a step back.

"Sorry Shy, would you like to join me for breakfast?"

>The pegasus mare's eyes widen in confusion, but after several seconds she gives a small squeal and bounces inside.

>You smile after her, then close the door with an audible clack.

>

>After breakfast you're reclining in your chair when there's another knock on your door.

>Forcing yourself over, you see Pinkie on the other side.

>She gives you a wide smile.

>"Morning Nonnapuss!"

"A good morning indeed."

>You smirk, taking the butter as she holds it out to you.

>"Sorry for sneaking in and taking your stuff, but I didn't know who else would have any at three in the morning. I hope you didn't need it for anything."

>You give a small wave and shake your head.

"Don't worry about it, everything worked out in the end."

>Pinkie giggles and nods.

>But as she turns, you see her nostrils flare.

>Her eyes widen and she looks up at you.

>"Wow Nongobongo, something smells good! What did you eat?"

>Patting your stomach, you chuckle.

"This morning? Waffles."

>You can't stop yourself as your tongue flits out and brushes your lips.

"With a whole heaping pile of butter..."

>Today was a pretty delicious day.