>Oh. My. God.
>This bed is -so- comfortable.
>You never want to leave it; Maya seems to agree with you.
>You roll over and cuddle up to the big white ball of fur. It sure as hell beat sleeping in a car or on a cell floor.
>Good times…
>Just as you feel the dark embrace coming over you, the doors to your room swing open, a pair of magenta eyes lock their gaze upon you.
>Damn these p0nies get up early.
“*yawn* Morning prin… er. Celestia.”
>Tia: “Good morning, Anon. I thought you might like to join me for breakfast?”
>Yay, more p0ny food.
>You mentally backhand yourself. Food is food, and in this case it's free. The princess was being very kind to your sorry ass so you best damn well appreciate it.
“Sounds lovely. Just give me five minutes to get ready.”
>Tia: “See you soon, then.”
>Celestia gives you a small smile and leaves the room.
>You turn your back to the door, cuddling into the blankets as you do so.
>A white aura surrounds the curtains.
>Oh no…
>You have no time to shield your eyes as the curtains burst open and you’re assaulted with the morning sun’s glare.
>You recoil in pain; you’re not sure how, but even the sun seems brighter here.
>You hear a small chuckle coming from behind you. Turning your head, you see a smug looking Celestia.
>Tia: “Five minutes, Anonymous.”
>Celestia, you glorious bitch.
>You hop out of bed (very reluctantly you might add) and determine that a shower was in order.
>You’re in luck. The room has an en suite. Well, you’d expect a castle bedroom to have one.
>You quickly disrobe and head for the shower.
>The hot water hitting your face is the refreshing blow you needed to fully wake up.
>Yeah, you definitely needed this.
 
 
>You make it a quick one. Don’t want to keep the princess waiting.
>Towelling yourself dry, you move to retrieve your clothes. You’d need some fresh ones soon but these would have to do for now.
>You drop the towel and reach for your jockeys but something catches your eye. You turn and see the princess sitting on her haunches, an expectant look on her face.
>What’s she doing in… OH GOD YOU’RE STILL NAKED.
>You snatch your clothes off the floor and hold them over your exposed crotch.
“PRINCESS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?”
>Tia: “Well, I’m waiting for you…”
“Well couldn’t you wait outside?!”
>Tia: “I could, but I didn’t see a problem in waiting here.”
“I’m kinda naked if you haven’t noticed.”
>She looks down at herself.
>Tia: "So am I. Well, mostly."
>One of her hooves taps the bangle around her throat.
>Right… p0nies. Guess that’s the norm here.
“Be that as it may, humans consider it indecent to be naked in front of other humans, especially in public.”
>Tia: “Your race does kind of just let it hang out there for all to see.”
>She points a hoof at the bundle of clothes you’re currently covering yourself with, that small smile she seems to love present on her face.
>Your cheeks flush a slight shade of red at that statement. Celestia must’ve noticed because her cute little smile turned into a much larger one.
>Tia: “Very well, Anon. If you insist on wearing clothes I suppose you’re going to need a few more of them. Later on today I’ll have somep0ny take your measurements and get them made for you.”
“I… uh… Thank you, Celestia…”
>This is going to be awkward but you feel compelled to show some form of gratitude.
 
 
>You walk over and wrap an arm around her neck, the other still clutching your clothes. She flinches slightly at your touch, but relaxes all the same.
>You feel her warm breath run down your exposed back, the sensation making the hairs on the back your neck stand on edge.
>You release the princess from your embrace, that small smile present on her face, a slight flush of red on her cheeks, not that you notice.
>Tia: “Don’t mention it, Anon. Now, get dressed. I shall wait outside.”
>And with that she turns and leaves, the door shutting behind her as she does.
>You quickly dress yourself and join the princess outside. She seemed very interested in the hug you gave her; guess p0nies can’t really hug one another. Apparently they just touched necks.
>Celestia leads you both into the same room you had lunch in yesterday. You hope that fuck-head waiter isn’t serving you agai… and there he is, the same sour expression on his face.
>He trots up to the princess as you both take a seat. He gives her a low bow, completely ignoring you thus far.
>Mr. D: “Good morning princess. Will your… -guests- be joining you for breakfast?”
>No… we were actually just going to admire the fabulous velvet chairs… fucking prick.
>Tia: “Good morning, Mr. D'oeuvre. Yes, my guests will be joining me for breakfast. I’d like some pancakes, please.”
>Wow this guy’s name is hard to pronounce. You decide to just dub him Waiter von Waiterson the Third.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third is giving you a deadpan stare right now. You return the favour. Celestia decides to get in on the action as well. Wow, that’s actually kinda… cute.
>Mr. D: “…and for you?”
“Well, Waiter von Waiterson the Third…”
>Mr. D: “What did you just say?”
 
 
>Celestia is trying her best to hide her amusement; it’s not going well if you’re honest.
“Did I stutter? Now, Waiter von Waiterson the Third…”
>Mr. D: “I’m not sure what you’re trying to pull, but my name is Hors D’oeuvre.”
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted… Waiter von Waiterson the Third, I shall also have pancakes, thank you very much.”
>Celestia is nearly dying at this point. She looks like she’s having a stroke.
>Her facial expression nearly makes you lose it, but you hold your composure and continue your vacant staring competition with Waiter von Waiterson the Third.
>One of his eyes starts twitching… oh man; he looks like he’s going to fucking explode.
“…and one more thing, Maya will have the same as yesterday.”
>You pat Maya, not going to forget her this time.
>If he keeps gritting his teeth like that, they’re going to be reduced to naught but tiny stumps.
>Mr. D: “Of… course… sir.”
>Oh God, you could almost see the venom spewing out of his mouth when he said that. If someone’s tone of voice could kill, you’d be on the twelfth plane of torment right now.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third heads back to the kitchen. As he disappears through the door neither you nor Celestia could restrain yourselves anymore.
>The air is filled with the thunder that is both of your laughter. You’re pretty sure that both of you could’ve been heard from the moon with the amount of noise you both made.
>Okay, you may have exaggerated a bit, but that shit was fucking hilarious. You’d probably be in a bunch of tiny pieces if the princess wasn’t with you.
>Tia: “Oh Anon. That truly was the most amusement I’ve had in a -long- time.”
 
 
“What happened to ‘he’s going through a hard time’?”
>Tia: “*Tch*… He’s been stewing over Fleur de Lis rejecting him for almost a year. I think it’s about time he moved on.”
>Wow.
>What a bitch. Maybe he’d get a mare if he wasn’t such a fuck.
---------
>Breakfast goes by without any other hitches. They even sent out a different waiter with your pancakes.
>The princess said something about meeting a student of hers. Admittedly you weren’t really listening at the time because those pancakes were some of the best you’ve ever had.
>Celestia leads you and Maya through a part of the castle you haven’t been in before, which is understandable because this castle is fuck-huge.
>You all now stand in a room that you assume is some sort of study, a purple p0ny with some kind of star arrangement tattooed on her flank (they’re called cutie marks apparently, sounded like a load of horse shit to you) has her face in a book.
>Tia: “Ahh good, you’re already here Twilight.”
>Twilight’s face bolts up from the book she was buried in, a mixed expression of happiness and worry on her face.
>Hapry?
>No, that doesn’t work.
>Twi: “Hello prince…”
>She freezes as she lays eyes upon you. The look on her face… you couldn’t replicate it even if you had all the time in the world. It’s actually a little unsettling.
>You can actually hear the crunching gears in Twilights brain as she tries to process what she’s seeing.
>Processing…
>…
>Twilight_sp.exe has stopped working…
>You turn your gaze to Celestia; apparently this whole situation is rather entertaining to her, judging by the smile she’s wearing right now.
>Looks like you’re on your own.
“Uhh… hey, I’m Anon… nice to meet you.”
>Twilight suddenly appears in front of you. All the questions she had in her head spontaneously explode out of her mouth in one big clusterfuck. All you heard was: “Has anyp0ny really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?”
 
 
>The princess and her divine wisdom finally decide it might be time to intervene. She magics Twilight back to where she was sitting before. Celestia takes a seat herself and motions for you to do the same.
>Yeah… this is going to take a while.
-------
>And it did…
>Every possible question she could have had, she asked.
>EVERY.
>POSSIBLE.
>QUESTION.
>EVER…
>You now have next to no voice left. Anything you actually manage to say comes out as a series of barely audible croaks.
>At least it was over now, and it wasn’t all bad. Twilight seems like a cool mare. A little nerdy, but still cool. You’re probably going to need all the friends you can get while you’re here.
>Celestia even has Twilight working on a substitute for petrol and oil so you can keep driving.
>You’re actually on your way out to where you’ve left the cars with her (and a guard you recognized from earlier, Shining Armor. Her brother as it turns out) so you can bring them back to the castle.
>You struck up a few conversations with Shining Armor. He seemed adamant on not liking you but Twilight helped out a bit and he eventually loosened up on the whole guard routine.
>Wasn’t really that bad of a guy, took his guard duty quite seriously though.
>But then again he was head of the guard force so it was understandable.
-------
“And we’re here…”
>Twi: “Wow Anon, you weren’t kidding! These things are rather large.”
>Twilight begins looking over all the nooks and crannies of the two vehicles, little purple auras appearing over certain areas as she did.
>SA: “Careful Twily, you don’t know what these things could do!”
“Hey Shining, if she was doing anything that might cause her harm I’d speak up. Just let her do her thing.”
 
 
>SA: “You’re probably right… It’s just, I’m meant to look after her since our parents aren’t around anymore, I couldn’t live with myself if I let anything happen to her.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your parents man, but…”
>SA: “What? No. They aren’t -dead-. They just don’t live here anymore.”
“Oh… right. But like I was saying, you won’t always be there to protect her. She’s a smart girl; you’d probably be surprised at how well she could look after herself.”
>SA: “Heh, you’re probably right…”
“I know I’m right.”
>You lay a hand on what you’d assume was Shining’s shoulder and flash him a confident smile, one which he returns.
>Twi: “Hey Anon, is this… uh… window meant to be like that?”
>Oh fuck, the windscreen is still cracked from your encounter with that freaky wolf thing.
“Uhh, no. Some wolf made of wood and stuff broke it when I woke up here.”
>Twi: “You mean you saw a timber wolf? I’ve heard they’re really rare.”
“Well that didn’t stop it from trying to kill me.”
>A purple aura surrounds the broken windscreen. All the cracks slowly begin to close up, eventually sealing to the point where it looks like nothing even happened.
“Wow Twilight… Did you just?”
>Twi: “Yup. It was easy really…”
>Twilight has a rather smug grin on right now but you decide to let her have her moment, she did just fix your windscreen after all.
>…
>Okay that’s enough.
“The princess said she wanted us to bring these back to the castle, right?”
>Twi: “Yup. But I don’t think I could get them back there using magic…”
“Don’t need to, I’m perfectly capable of getting them back there myself.”
>Twi: “C… Could I come along as well?”
“Yeah, sure…”
>SA: “Now hold on Twily, do you really think that’s such a good idea?”
 
 
“She’ll be fine Shining… relax. You can come along too y’know.”
>He seems to think about this for a moment before he sends a beam of light into the sky.
>In an instant, four pegasi land in front of Shining Armor, their hooves already in a salute.
>SA: “Alright, I need you two to escort these… machines to the castle, and I need you two to follow behind us.”
>ALL: “YES SIR!”
>A royal escort, huh? Neat.
>You help Twilight and Shining into the back of the range rover. A lot more dignified process than Celestia getting into your race car… a -lot- more.
>You push aside sweet memories of sun goddess flank as you let Maya in the passenger seat. You then raise yourself into the driver’s seat.
>Twilight and Shining both have a bemused look on their face as they observe you get in your seat. They try and replicate your process. It takes them a few tries, but they eventually manage to get themselves buckled into their seats.
>You start up the big V8 and give it a little gas to settle its idling. The guards seem a little unnerved by the noise but they hold their composure well enough.
>They begin to lead you through Canterlot. The amount of looks you’re getting reminds you of the first time you were led to the castle. At least most of these are looks of wonder and intrigue, not fear or disgust.
>It doesn’t take you long to reach the castle; not walking for once made it a lot quicker, and rather nice actually. Shining and Twilight seemed to enjoy it as well.
>So… what do you do now? The guards have taken off and you have no idea where the princess wants you to park.
 
 
>You look up at the castle and catch a glimpse of the princess on her balcony. She jumps off and takes to the sky. You haven’t seen her fly properly since you’ve been here, actually. It’s a magnificent sight… the sun accents the tips of her feathers, each one glows a brilliant orange-yellow.
>She lands next to you. You’re actually a little awe struck but you do your best to form a sentence.
“Wh…uh, where do you want me to park?”
>Tia: “Just around the corner should be fine. Here, I’ll lead you.”
>Celestia takes off into the sky. You follow her to some kind of courtyard.
>Tia: “Just there is fine, Anon.”
>You give the princess the thumbs up and power off the engine.
>Wait…
>Thumbs up.
>Thumbs.
>Yeah she isn’t going to know what that is.
>A thud next to you breaks your concentration.
>Tia: “Did you just make some sort of signal with your hands at me?”
>Welp.
“Yeah… thumbs up. It means sweet as.”
>Tia: “Sweet as?”
“Right, err… it basically means: okay, thanks.”
>Tia: “I see. Now, about those clothes…”
“Don’t I need to help Twilight with the petrol and oil samples?”
>Twi: “Already got them.”
>She magics two large vials containing black liquids in front of you.
>Clever girl.
>You look back to the princess.
>Tia: “Shall we?”
“By all means, lead the way, princess.”
>Hopefully you’ll learn your way around here. It’s a bit annoying being led everywhere like some do…
>Maya: “*bark*”
>Heh, sorry Maya.
>You follow Celestia through the castle hallways, eventually reaching a room with a few sewing machines and various materials and threads all over the room.
>A pink unicorn approaches you and Celestia, giving a quick bow as she gets close.
>?: “Good afternoon, princess. What can I do for you?”
 
 
>Tia: “Good afternoon, Rosaline. This is Anonymous. He needs a few sets of clothes.”
>Rosa: “He doesn’t look like anyp0ny I’ve seen before.”
>Tia: “Yes, he is a different one, isn’t he?”
>Celestia bumps you with her flank, eliciting a slight blush from you.
>Tia: “Think you can manage?”
>Rosa: “I’ll see what I can do.”
>Tia: “Would you like me to look after Maya, Anon?”
“Well… uh. Sure, if you don’t mind that is?”
>Tia: “Would I offer my help if I did?”
“No… I guess not… Thank you.”
>She puts on a rather warm smile; it’s somewhat calming, which is good because you rarely let Maya out of your sight.
>Tia: “Come on, Maya. Let’s leave Anonymous to it.
>She comes up and gives you a big sloppy kiss before leaving.
>Maya of course… not the princess.
>Rosa: “Cute dog.”
“Heh, yeah. Keeps me in check.”
>Rosa: “I’ll get your measurements first. Then you can explain to me what you want.”
>She goes about you with a measuring rope, a little too in detail around your crotch but you aren’t complaining.
>You explain to her the basics of human fashion and give her a list of what you want.
>3 t-shirts.
>2 pairs of jeans.
>2 pairs of shorts.
>Several sets of underwear.
>A set of exercise clothing.
>A long sleeved shirt and tie with a pair of dress pants to boot.
>Surprisingly, she said she could have it all done today, but she was going to have to take the work to a seamstress in town.
>She didn’t look too impressed at the enormity of your order though.
>Oh well, her job, not yours. Now… time to find Maya and the princess.
>Was it right or left to the gardens?
>…
>Shit.
 
 
>When in doubt, go left.
>You walk through endless amounts of corridors; some seem familiar and others not so much.
>By dumb luck you find yourself in the throne room. A couple of guards let you out onto the balcony that overlooks the gardens.
>You spot Celestia and Maya in a far corner in the garden. Looks like Celestia was playing magical catch with Maya.
>A smile creeps on to your face. They both looked like they were enjoying themselves. You’re glad Maya has actually warmed to someone outside of your family.
>You decide to let them enjoy each other’s company a little while longer. You whip your shirt off and lay on the conveniently placed bench, the sun’s warm rays wrapping around your exposed chest.
>You shield your closed eyes with your shirt and start to doze off.
>…
- - - - - -
>Tia: “Anon, wake up.”
>Huh? What was th…
>Your shirt is removed from your face and is replaced by a wet sensation on your cheek.
“Not now, Celestia…”
>Wait.
>D id you just say…?
>Tia: “*chuckle* Was it one of -those- dreams Anon?”
>Yeah, you did.
>You actually feel your cheeks go red. With how you were feeling right now, mixed with the slight sun burn you have, a rose would envy their red hue.
“Heh… slip of the tongue I guess.”
>This starts another round of chuckles from her. You probably could have worded that better.
“I guess I fell asleep?”
>Tia: “It appears so, yes. Maya and I were enjoying ourselves and we must have just lost track of time. When I realized it was getting late I came looking for you. A few guards said they saw you go out onto the balcony and here you are.”
 
 
>You sit up and pull Maya into a hug. You’re rewarded by a series of licks on your cheek. You can’t see it right now but Celestia has her dawww face on.
>Tia: “I ran into Rosaline on my way over here. She said your clothes are ready to be picked up from the seamstress.”
>Wow, already? Is it that late?
>A quick look at the sky confirms that yes, you’d be right in assuming it was ‘that late’.
>Tia: “I thought you could retrieve your clothes and then we could have dinner together. Maya can stay here, as not many ponies are used to dogs of her size. Does that sound interesting?”
“Yeah, sure thing Celestia.” You say as you slip your shirt back on.
>Right, you don’t know your way around the city.
“Where’s the seamstress?”
>With a comical poof and small cloud of smoke, a folded piece of paper appears out of thin air.
>It floats over and lands in your lap.
>‘Map of Canterlot city.’
>Tia: “I’ve taken the liberty of marking the place where you have to pick the clothes up. Think you can handle it?”
“Psssh, what do you take me for? Of course I can handle it.
- - - - - -
>No.
>You most certainly could not handle it.
>You managed to find your way to the seamstress easy enough.
>Collected your newly sewn clothes.
>Walked to the end of the block.
>Pulled your map out of your pocket.
>OH WAIT. YOUR DUMB ASS LOST IT.
>You could have asked for directions. Who wouldn’t know their way back to the palace right?
>But noooooooo. You are a MAN.
>And it is a sign of weakness to ask for directions.
>So instead you just walked confidently around every street.
>And now you’re hopelessly lost.
>And judging by the position of the sun in the sky, you’re going to be late for dinner.
 
 
>You begin running, desperately looking for something that might give you an idea of where you are.
>You’re so caught up in your desperate search you don’t notice the rather tall p0ny in front of you.
>You run straight into her side, knocking you both to the ground.
>You hit the cobblestones with a thud. Your gluteus maximus screams at your insolence, but you ignore it right now, more worried about the p0ny you just ran straight into.
>The first thing you notice is that she is rather tall. She’s no Celestia, but she’s a fair bit taller than most of the other p0nies.
>She has a rather styled pink mane and tail, with white highlights flowing through them both.
>You right yourself and rush over to help her up.
>You help her to get back on her fe… hooves.
>?: “HEY!, watch it you ungrateful wel…”
- - - -
Instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnW80rbHmc8
Non instrumental: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOZuxwVk7TU
- - - -
>She shuts up as you go about dusting off her side. You don’t realize you’re kind of rubbing her flank as you examine her cutie mark.
>Three fleur de lises. Wait, is this the same pony that rejected the waiter? …No, couldn’t be.
“I’m so sorry. I’m lost… and I wasn’t looking where I was going… are you alright?”
>?: “Yes… I’m fine.”
>She seems to be staring at her flank, where you’re currently resting your hand on her cutie mark.
“Oh, whoops. Sorry…”
>You remove your hand and put on a sheepish grin. You may have just felt this p0ny up.
>She says nothing but keeps her eyes locked on your own; you can’t help but admire how slender this p0ny seems.
>She begins circling you, her tail running up and down your body playfully as she does.
 
 
>?: “I’ve not seen anyp0ny like you before… what is your name?”
“Anonymous.”
>?: “… and what exactly are you?”
“A human. I’m not from around here.”
>?: “No, you most certainly are not.”
>Is she giving you bedroom eyes? Nah, you must be imagining it.
>?: “Tell me Anonymous, do all humans have such an… alluring physique?”
“Well… I was pretty popular with the ladies back home.”
>What are you doing?
>Whatever, just roll with it.
>?: “Oh I bet,” she murmured while eyeing your hands.
>You could have sworn she even licked her lips.
>?: “…and where were you heading? You said you were lost, maybe I can help you out.”
“Oh right, uhm, I’m trying to get back to the castle. I have a dinner to attend.”
>Her eyes widened at the mention of you attending a dinner in the castle.
>?: "You're eating... with the princess?! My my my, you are quite an interesting one, aren't you? I suppose I could show you back. We wouldn't want you to be late for your dinner, now would we?"
>And with that she turned and started walking, swishing her tail with an unnecessary amount of vigour and exposing her marehood with every arc.
>You find yourself enticed by this site. A little dumbfounded, if you would.
>She stops and looks back at you, her bedroom eyes present.
>?: “Well?”
>You wipe the stupid look off your face and hurry after her, clothes in hand.
“Thank you… I don’t believe I caught your name?”
>?: “It’s Fleur de Lis, but you can just call me Fleur, doll.”
>So it is her… No wonder she rejected Waiter von Waiterson the Third. She’s possibly one of the finest mares you’ve ever seen.
>And did she call you Doll?
 
 
>Should you call her out on it?
>Nah, not worth it. She is showing you back to the castle after all.
>Lis: “Your paws are very unique. I don’t think I’ve felt anything like them.”
“Hands, not paws. And they do have their advantages.”
>Lis: “Oh I bet they do.”
>She bumps you with her flank, eliciting a small blush from you.
>You’re getting all kinds of stares right now. This whole situation is a little… unsettling.
>Lis: “You know, most stallions would kill to touch me like you did.”
>Oh God. Could those eyes be any more seductive?
>Lis: “But would you expect anything less? Being -the- top model of Canterlot does put one in a rather… desirable position, does it not?”
>She’s given up on bumping into you. Instead she’s just straight up rubbing her flank on you.
>Lis: “You know, what you did earlier would be considered by most to be really inappropriate... But I don't think I mind it that much.”
>Her tail brushes against your calves. Each individual hair tickles your skin, but the urge to giggle is severely drowned out by how awkward you feel right now.
>Lis: “I don't mind... I can even think of something you can do so I don't say anything."
>That sounds a lot like blackmail…
>But you don’t find p0nies attractive, even one as admittedly graceful as Fleur.
>You’re closing in on the castle. You think about mentioning you can find your way back from here but you’re unsure of the outcome.
>Lis: “You know, if your dinner with the princess falls through, we can go back to my place.”
>Ok, you were wrong. Those eyes could get more seductive. You feel dirty just by looking into them.
>Lis: “I mean, I know I can find something -special- you can eat.”
 
 
>You finally reach the castle steps.
“Thank you for showing me back to the castle. It’s been… interesting.”
>She audibly sighs.
>Lis: "I didn't want to have to do this, but most stallions would have gotten the hint by now. I want to have sex with you."
>Just like Celestia with the map, she magics a small piece of paper out of nowhere at all and slides it into your shorts pocket. You can feel the magical field brush against your manhood as it dissipates.
>Lis: “You know where to find me; I -expect- to hear from you soon.”
“Look Fleur, I’m flattered and all, but I’m going to have to say thanks, but no thanks on this one.”
>And with that you turn and bolt up the stairs.
 
- - Fleur PoV - -
>You watch him ascend the stairs to Canterlot castle.
>Did he just… reject you?
>But no p0ny—or human—rejects Fleur de Lis, top model of Canterlot!
>You WILL have him! One way or another.
 
- - Anon PoV - -
>You hurry through the castle, quickly dumping your clothes in your room before knocking on Celestia’s door.
>As luck would have it, she was still in her room.
>Tia: “Ahh Anon, what took you so long?”
“A story for dinner, I think. Are you ready?”
>Tia: “I’ve certainly had enough time to get ready.”
>You put your sheepish grin back on.
“Heh, sorry. Shall we go, then?”
- - - - -
>You situate yourself at the usual table and begin relaying your story of what happened.
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third comes out of the kitchen just as you get to the part where you and Fleur get back to the castle steps.
>Perfect timing, as always…
>He makes a motion as if he’s going to interrupt. You hold up your finger and silence him so you can finish off the story.
 
 
“So then she said: ‘I didn't want to have to do this, but most stallions would have gotten the hint by now. I want to have sex with you.’ I mean, can you believe that?”
>Celestia’s in a fit of laughter.
>Tia: “Oh Anon, *giggle*, I’ve never known Fleur to be anything like that.”
>You look over at Waiter von Waiterson the Third and nod, the biggest smile on your face.
>His facial expression warps, like something just snapped inside him. He’s even got the tell-tale disheveled hairstyle.
>It takes every fiber of restraint you can muster to keep yourself from erupting with laughter.
>Mr. D: “Evening, princess. What would you like to eat tonight?”
>He’s using one of the most flat monotones you’ve ever heard, and you’ve been to Germany so that’s saying something.
>Tia: “Oh, Mr. D’oeuvre. I didn’t see you there. I think I’ll have lasagna, please. Has the meat arrived yet?”
>Mr. D: “Yes, it just arrived this afternoon.”
“EXCELLENT, I think I’ll have a nice big steak, medium well. Thank you, kind sir.”
>Waiter von Waiterson the Third scribbles something down heads back to the kitchen, the door slamming behind him.
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>Dinner is rather uneventful after you receive your meals. Thankfully, the waiter that brought the food out remembered Maya, even though your ungrateful ass didn’t.
>The steak is some of the best meat you’ve ever had. You could get used to meals like this every night.
>You walk with Celestia back up to your rooms. You two have a quick exchange of goodnights and before you know it you’re in bed.
>What you don’t see is the set of pale purple eyes outside your window, watching you as you sleep.
>?: “One way or another.”
 
END.