>"Greetings citizens! Take notice of these fine stockings I wear!"
>Ever since you got outside, Luna had been shouting to everyone about her socks.
>She really didn't know how to play it subtle.
>But hey, maybe now that you were out, you could go to lunch with her.
>You were a bit peckish anyways.
"Hey, Luna."
>She stops her shouting to speak to you.
>"Yes, Anonymous?"
"You wanna get a bite to eat?"
>She scratches a hoof again.
>"That sounds delightful, Anonymous. Lead me to your restaurant of choice."
>This was starting to sound like a date.
>Maybe it could be.
>Regardless, you and her walked around a bit in the town before finding a small and cozy outdoor bistro.
>You just now noticed as you walked that ponies were staring at you wide-eyed.
>And most stallions were also stealing glances at Luna in her socks.
>You wondered what that was about.
>Taking seats at a table, you were greeted by a waiter, who almost lost his composure at the sight of the blue alicorn.
>"What can I get you two to drink?"
>His face is a bit red.
>"I shall order a glass of fine orange juice."
"Eh...water would be fine."
>The waiter slaps down some menus on the table and dashes away quickly.
>Ponies at other tables are whispering to each other and pointing at you and Luna.
>You sat there, still wondering why everyone was being so secretive.
>The waiter comes back with yours and Luna's drinks.
>He takes your orders, and leaves again.
>Except he's kind of hobbling now...
>"Anonymous?"
>Your attention turns to Luna.
"Yeah?"
>"I've noticed my subjects have been constantly staring at us the moment we set hoof outside the castle."
>Her expression was unsure as she surveyed the area for watching eyes.
"Me too, princess. Would you happen to know why that is?"
>She shakes her head.
>"I'm afraid not. The stares are getting to be uncomfortable, Anonymous."
>Before you can say something, a group of young stallions pass you by.
>They make catcalls at Luna, and cheer you on.
>"Man! Lucky!"
>"Teach me your ways, dude!"
>"And I thought the princesses couldn't be tamed! You are my hero!"
>You only gave them a confused look.
"What are you guys talking about?"
>They stare at you in disbelief, then break out laughing.
>"You're joking, right?" one of them asks as he tries to catch his breath.
>"Dude, he totally is. There's no way he doesn't know what socks mean."
>"And he even got Luna to wear them out in public! Duuude, this guy's got skills!"
>Your mind starts to fit the pieces together.
>Rowdy stallions=something sexy is nearby.
>Sexy=socks?
>You+Luna in socks=...
>Oh.
>Oh shit.
>You had to get out of here before the paparazzi rolled around.
>Even if being able to court Luna would be nice.
"Luna. We have to leave. Now."
>She's blissfully sipping away at her juice.
>She opens her eyes.
>"Hm? What was that, Anonymous?"
"We have to leave."
>You could see it now: The headlines will read "Alien Captures Princess Luna's Heart!"
>But was that really a bad thing?
"Luna says she's pregnant with their first child!"
>If the gossip magazines got hold of pictures, yes.
"Alien controls Luna's mind! Who's next?"
>Don't even think about the conspiracy magazines.
>You take her hoof in your hand.
>"Anonymous, what are you doing?"
"Getting us out of here before paparazzi show up!"
>"But our food hasn't even arrived yet!"
"Trust me, we gotta go."
>You pull her out of the seat and continue to hold her socked hoof as you run back to the castle.
>"But I actually am famished now, Anonymous!"
>"Woo! Yeah! Go get her, bro!"
>You ignored the stallions as you sprinted with Moonbutt in tow.
>Ponies point at you and stare some more, but you don't care.
>As long as none of the ponies got a picture, you'd be a little safer.
>Little is used very loosely.
>"Is this a game, Anonymous?"
>Luna was a bit competitive, wasn't she?
>Roll with it.
"Uh, yeah, it's a race! To the castle! Yeah..."
>She gives you a challenging smirk.
>"If it is a race you desire, you will surely lose!"
>She breaks out of your grip and zooms ahead of you.
>Before you know it, she's gone.
>Better for her to get there first anyways.
>She was the one wearing socks, after all.
>Within a few minutes, you've made it back to the castle.
>You're panting, but relieved.
>Luna is there to greet you.
>"Victory is mine, Anonymous! Issue another challenge, I'm in a competitive mood!"
>Now that you were alone, you could tell her what just happened out there.
"Luna, I think I made a mistake making you wear those socks."
>She frowns.
>"Why do you say that, Anonymous?"
"Because apparently, socks are lewd, if the stares from ponies and the comments from the stallions were anything to go by."
>She lightly blushes, realizing her error.
>"Socks...lewd...?"
>She looks at her hooves.
>"And I went out...in public with..."
"And I'm pretty sure everybody in Canterlot thinks we're an item now."
>She slaps you.
>"Why did you not tell me socks were viewed this way, Anonymous!?"
"Because I didn't know, okay?"
>She glares at you.
>"Yes, I'm sure you somehow forgot about their connotations. Hmph."
>She sticks her nose in the air and leaves you alone, re-entering the castle.
>The socks come off and are thrown in your face.
>You take the articles of clothing off of your head.
>You just fucked up with Moonbutt.
>Great.
>Now you had an angry princess on your hands.
>You figured she wouldn't talk to you for a couple hours.
>Maybe a day.
>Despite that, you still had the news stories to worry about.
>She did too.