Sweetest Princess

by dredaich

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Random, Discord, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life
Length: 1542

Out of boredom Discord visits Celestia, bringing her some sweet gifts.

Out of boredom Discord visits Celestia, bringing her some sweet gifts.

Written for the #5 EQD Writer's Training Ground

This is written to improve my writing, so any (remotely constructive) criticism is welcome.

Published 2014-01-31 02:00:06 UTC
Last updated 2014-01-31 02:00:06 UTC

Chapter 1

Discord sat at his cheese table on the ceiling of Princess Celestias private dining room. Or more precisely he sat in a tiny copy of said dining room. It was part of a extremely detailed miniature of Canterlot which was made of jelly that perpetually changes its colors. The sky of the little pocket dimension he was using at the moment was checkered in pink and green. Rain of an undefined orange liquid fell in circled around the castle upwards.

It sure was nice chaos and quite fun to watch, but it didn't really satisfy him. It never really did. Not the chaos alone at least. He loved to see how others reacted on it. Their struggle to make sense of it. When they try everything in their power to regain control and when they slowly realized how useless it was.

Sadly he couldn't do this anymore or he would lose his only true friend. He had agreed not using his powers for evil, to keep Fluttershy as his friend. He couldn't really comprehend it, but he didn't want to lose the friendship with her.

After some time of thinking a grin formed. He could still have fun. He just agreed he couldn't have his way all the time. But he could certainly have it some times. Just to be sure he would limit his chaos to a selected view victims maybe just one who could take it and ensure that he could get rid of the chaos easily. If he thought about it, that wasn't truly evil, maybe a little bit nasty.

Now the only thing he had to do, was to decided, who would be lucky this day.

...---...

Celestia was sitting in her private dining room. On the table in front of her was a silver plate with the last remains of a slice of chocolate cake and a half full cup of green tea. She was enjoying her afternoon tea break and relaxed from a long day of court. She surely loved her little ponies dearly, but sometimes it could be very exhausting to deal with them. Especially nobleponies. Luckily that episode was over and she was sure that today nothing as unpleasant would happen.

Suddenly something small fell onto her muzzle. A little bit confused she levitated it off, to get a better look at it. While doing so more such small things began to slowly fall around her. The thing in her grip seemed to be some sort of snowflake formed cookie.

She needed about five seconds to conclude who had to be the culprit. “DISCORD!” she yelled.

He appeared out of one of the falling snowflake cookies on the other side of the table with a big grin on his face and bowed deeply. “You have asked for me, your highness?” He almost achieved it to sound sincere. Almost.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked, forcing herself to keeping her voice neutral.

“Only a ungrateful guest would come to a visit without bringing his host some presents,” he answered smiling, “I thought you like sweets, so I brought you some.” He then seemed to fall through the floor only to reappear beside her. She felt that something soft was landing on her back. She looked back to see that she was now wearing a pink dress with a fluffy hemline. The hemline appeared to be suspiciously similar to cotton candy. He took her tiara and replaced it with something she couldn't see. “Now your are bestest... I mean sweetest princess!” he cheered.

She raised an eyebrow and was about to ask what he meant, but a dark thought pressed its way to the forefront of her mind. “Have you done something to my little ponies?” she asked in a slightly aggressive voice.

“No! I just came to visit you. This is a private show just for you,” he answered in a hurt voice. To her bewilderment it didn't sound or felt like an act.

Still she walked to the window to see onto Canterlot. From what she could see from there, it seemed peaceful and unchanged. “Remember, Celestia I'm reformed, I wouldn't do such a thing now,” he said still in a hurt voice, although this sounded like an act. Inside the window in front of her appeared a picture of Discord in the style of the stained glass in the court room. “I assure this show is just for you alone, princess of the sweets,” it said.

Again her eyebrow raised, but before she could say anything the window turned into a mirror. Her eyes widened and she moved her had slightly backwards, because of what she saw.

Her gold tiara was replaced by a equally sized gingerbread tiara with a yellow-orange crystal in the center, flanked by two transparent crystals, surrounded by delicate, colorful decorations made of food coloring. Her shoes were now of a dark brown color with some white sprinkles on it. Her dress was buttoned together by a sun shaped jam cookie. Her chest piece was replaced by a gingerbread heart with a drawing of Discord and the words “Discord approves!” inscribed on it with colorful food coloring. The picture showed his head and a small part of his torso, he was smiling widely and was holding his lion paw in front of him with a single digit erected upwards.

...---...

Discord was sitting in midair enjoying his view on a visibly shocked princess. Sure she would demand to been given her old boring stuff back, yell at him for his childishness and give him her prized angered looks, he liked so much.

To his surprise nothing like that happened. Instead after some seconds a small smile appeared on the princess' face and he heard her chuckling a bit. She turned around smiling warmly at him. “You truly outdone yourself.” He was just dumbstruck by this response.

“I just have two questions though,” she said, “How durable are my new regalia?”

“As long as they aren't eaten, they're pretty much indestructible,” he answered with a hint of confusion in his voice.

“Excellent,” a far too happy princess replied, “do you remember that you said, that this is a show just for me alone?”

“Uhm... yes?” unable to cover his confusion. What was she doing?

A smirk appeared on her face. “Wonderful, Discord. I wanted to thank you for your amazing gifts, but I have to attend to court now. So, see you soon.” With these very fast spoken words of farewell she disappeared in a bright flash of white light.

For one second he wanted to go right after her, but then he understood what she did. “Well played, Celestia,” he said half in defeat, half in amazement, “Well played.” It wasn't the reaction he expected but it was a fun action for sure, even if it was far shorter then he hoped it to be.

He jumped into a pile of cookies and was gone.

...---...

Raven, Celestias secretary, was sleeping on what must have been the softest pillow in the world: the cushion of Celestias throne. She shouldn't be there, but the last court session was too exhausting and she couldn't go back to her house at the moment. One of the guards, Vigilant Observer, would wake her, when Celestia would start her way back to the throne room.

Sadly this plan would only work if Celestia would have come back on hoof. Instead Raven was woken up by a bright white flash. She was awake in less then a second. But it was still too late, Princess Celestia was standing in front of her. Looking a little bit confused at her. “I...I can e..explain,” Raven stuttered trying desperately to find a remotely logical excuse but was failing horribly. The search wasn't helped by the fact, that the Princess looked like she became princess of candy land.

“Calm down, Raven. No harm has been done,” Celestia said smiling, “But get up we have work to do.”

Raven didn't need to be told twice, she run off to get the papers. When she came back Celestia had sat down and was now taking of a heart-shaped ginger bread and put it beside her throne. But kept the rest of the sweet clothing.
Raven was curious what the whole thing meant, but she couldn't just ask the Princess. She struggled with her self a bit, but in the end she couldn't stop herself. “Your highness, may I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Why do you were these regalia, your highness?” asked Raven with an unsure voice.
“I got them as a gift and decided to try them on. May I ask you something in return?”
“Of course, your highness. What ever you want to know, your highness.”
“Was the cushion comfortable for you?”
“Uhm, yes, it was very comfortable, your highness.”

Author's Note

This story went quiet different, then I expected. I had a different premise when I started writing, but found out, that I couldn't make it work. So I had to throw away about half of the story I have written till then. Still I'm pleased with the result, although I couldn't include everything I wanted to put into it.