Fashion Model

“Hey! Get your head in the game kid,” Doughnut Joe shouted from behind the kitchen window.

You jump to back to your senses ready to take the next ponies order. Looking out through the crowed you notice the entire restaurant is starting to fill up rather quickly, but what do you expect at noon on a Monday.
The pony in line steps up to the register and clears his throat. “Yes, I’ll have a regular glazed doughnut with…-“he takes a moment to study the menu – “a side glass of milk please,”

“Of course sir,” you reply with the best smile you can muster. “Would you care for anything else today?”

“No,” he replies in his pompous attitude.

You didn’t care for any of these high class Canterlot snobs, and the way the high class mares flaunt themselves all over a stallion with a big account and mediocre sized prick. But what do you know about the ways of the high class? You’re just the only human in this godforsaken land of pastel ponies.
Living in an apartment building in the middle class district on a minimum wage salary, with a sex life so dry the Sahara would be jealous.

Let’s be reasonable, after living here for at least a year, you really wouldn’t mind taking a pony to bed, but enough about that for now there’s a lobby full of hungry individuals, you’d love to see them all starve.
Taking a deep sigh you ready the register to take the next order, it’s going to be a long lunch hour.
A couple of blocks down a lovely mare by the name of Fleur de lis, trots down the cobble stone road with her manager Fancy pants, looking for a place to have lunch.

“Come on Fleur, there must be some place you want to eat, ah look over there-“he says pointing a hoof in the direction of the restaurant. – “that looks like a quaint little place to eat.”

“Yes, but you know that the sugar and fat will go straight to my flanks and I have to look my best for the party Wednesday night. Also the fashion show is in a month or two so I must look my best,” Fleur argues.

Being the top model in all of Canterlot or even all of Equestria was hard on poor Fleur, having to keep up her image and stop eating all the desserts she so used to enjoy, but the price for beauty is a heavy one, knowing that some lonely stallion might be rubbing one off to an image of her in a magazine kind of disgusted her, but it also made her laugh a little.
“Oh come on, one little doughnut or two won’t hurt you, and some stallions like big flanks,” Fancy pants retorted.
Sighing in a defeated manner Fleur agrees to have a doughnut and maybe a glass of milk or coffee, by the time they arrive at the diner the lunch crowed had quickly been dealt with.

Looking around the at the now empty lobby of the diner you breathe a little better knowing that the rest of the day will go relatively slow, turning around to walk back in the kitchen to chat with your boss you hear the door swing open, two unicorns, a stallion and a mare, stand at the door looking in at the menu that hangs just above you.

The stallion has a contempt look on his face with a blue like coat and a mustache; he also has on what looks like a pony version of the tux.

The mare is… is gorgeous, she has little confused look on her, probably about why is a good looking mare like her doing in a place like this . Her coat looks rose-white, her pink mane with white stripes hangs around her left eye and tucked behind her right ear. It complements her violate eyes that could turn any man to jelly. She was taller than your average mare around Canterlot so she had to important.

You don’t realize it but your mouth is agape and you can’t take your eyes of the mare; you have to find out her name. You blush a little as you come to attention on what you’re doing and clear you throat to greet them.

“We-welcome to Doughnut Joe’s,” you manage to stutter out.
“Ah yes, thank you young chap, my friend and I would love to have two doughnuts and two glasses of milk please,” The stallion says with a genuine smile.

“That’ll be 6 bits please,” you can’t take your eyes of the mare, her slim body and long legs just pull in your attention with too much ease.

The sound of the bits hitting the countertop yanks your attention away from the mare, grabbing them you set them in the register.
“Order’s up!” Joe yells from inside the kitchen window.

Grabbing the tray you hand it to the stallion, and you thank him for his service. They walk over to a booth, take a sit and begin to chat.

“What an interesting creature at the counter, I wonder what he is?” Fleur asks as she takes a bit of her hot doughnut.

“I really don’t have a clue, he looks like some sort of minotaur, but all hairless. I do know one thing though; he seemed to have his eyes on you. He practically couldn’t stop looking at you,” Fancy Pants eyes you from across the diner.
“Oh, I have a brilliant idea, what if you took him the party on Wednesday night.” Fancy pants suggest.

“Know why would I do-,” Fleur is cut off from her sentence as Fancy Pants continues.

“Just think, the top model in all of Equestria taking a mysterious creature to the party. You’ll be all the hype, the news will love it and you’ll have all the publicity anyone could ask for,” he now has his eyebrow cocked waiting for her answer.

Fleur thinks on it for a minute for a minute or two, taking small bites from the doughnut. She tosses a few glances at you eyeing you up and down. Getting out from the booth she stands and walks over to you with an unsure smile on her face.

“That’s what I thought,” Fancy mummers as he watches his client make her way to you.

Wiping the counter top you don’t notice the lovely unicorn walking towards you.

“Excuse me sir,” She says in a lovely voice.

You look around to make sure she’s talking to you. She giggles at you actions.

“Yes, I am talking to you,” a hint of the laugh still in her voice.

“I was just wandering exactly,-“you cut her off before she can finish. You’ve heard this question enough to know that this is how it always starts out.

“I’m a human, miss. The only one in all of Equestria,” you say with a smirk on your face.

“Oh, well thanks for clearing that up, but I was just going to ask if you would be so kind as to accompany me to a little get together I’m going to Wednesday night,” the smile she has right now is so intoxicating.

Once again you look around to make sure she still is talking you.

“Ah, I get it, it’s just another joke just like all the other mares around here,-” She looks surprised as you continue to talk. “-they all come in here and pretend to like me saying that there looking for something exotic to try, and when the time comes to go out they don’t show up and laugh at me the next day,” this happened all the time.

“N-no I really wanted you to come with me, but if you don’t want to that’s fine to,” She takes her leave back to her table and she puts more sway in her step as she goes back knowing that’ll you won’t look away. You can feel the heat radiating of your face seeing her flanks move up and down, she turns back around, now it’s her turn to have the smirk.

“I’ll take that as a yes you will,” she says with an adorable little laugh.

She takes a piece of paper and the pen in your pocket and begins to write something down. Levitating it over to you she places the pin and paper in your pocket and gives you a wink.

“Meet me at my place and we will take a carriage to the party,” she walks to the door meeting the stallion she came with.
“Wait!” You call out. “I never got your name.”

“It’s Fleur, Fleur de lis,” she walks out the door.

Grabbing the paper in your pocket you open it up to find she left you her address, or someone else’s address.

“Hey boss I’m going to need Wednesday off,” you say pocking your head through the kitchen window.

“Whatever,” He replies, not caring at all; Wednesday was a slow day, and he can always call in someone else if he needs help.
Now, all you need is a suit… and tie.