Chapters “No…Stephanie listen to me, you don’t understand. What you saw wa-”
“What do you mean? I saw you with her, hugging, kissing. What was there not to see? Clearly you think-”Stephanie replied back coldly.
“Stephanie, why do you think I never told you who the rest of my family was? That was my sister, and her best friend jus-”I retorted, hoping that this would defuse the situation enough.
“I don’t care if her best friend just kicked the can! I thought we had-“
“Steph…Don’t you start that up again. We HAVE something together, and that will stay unless you keep melodramatic after every single one of these events. Remember that party a few weeks ago? Those guys I was hanging out with were my friends in Elementary school and I hadn’t seen them since,” I explained for the ump-teenth time. “Besides they wanted me to come over to one of their apartments for help with a project they were doing, not to go find prostitutes to bang.”
“Fine but I think we should take a break from this for a while,” Stephanie sighed, obviously irritated beyond measure.
“Okay, so…Huh…” I couldn’t think of anything else to say so I just motioned for excusing myself and she nodded. Walking out of her apartment, down to my car, and getting in had gone by in a slight trance. Stephanie should have known I wouldn’t cheat on her. I mean yea, I can see where she thought I crossed the line but it doesn’t help that my parents had decided to become a foster home. I had lost count after 25 “adopted” siblings, as I dubbed all who had come through my parents’ door. Occasionally I had to step in when they wanted to go out for their anniversary or some other rare occasion that they couldn’t watch the foster children.
Driving back to my apartment, I pondered that last few days events. If there was anything that could have been changed in these last couple of days, I wouldn’t know where to start. A few days ago found out that my best friend had ended up dead in an alleyway in downtown Lawrenceville, the day after that my father ended up in a traffic accident. Then yesterday, which was what me and Stephanie were arguing about, came to pass with Brad’s party. Those who were there either knew Brad, a friend of Brad, or could just hear the music. The last people I had expected to see were a few of my friends from long time ago, and to hear one had gotten married blew my mind.
As the party had gotten slow, my old friends had mentioned that that night was actually their “Game” night. I had no idea what games they were but my girlfriend had gotten the wrong message, and then proceeded to throw a fit for me wanting to reconnect with old friends. Today only confirmed that what we had is probably over now, no matter what she says.
Looking out and paying a whole lot more attention to the road, I noticed that someone was behind me in the distance. Paying that no mind I turned left at Main Street and Saxon drive, and proceeded to drive off into a more sketchy part of town. After a little ways I looked back up and noticed that the light was still behind me, and looked like it was starting to grow. Putting it out of mind, I continued down the street until I felt like I was close enough to use my garage door opener. I pressed the button then I was blinded with a bright light.
The last thing I hear is the tearing of metal before I black out.
“..And the eligibility for those who are above poverty should be reduced and those who are IN poverty should be given a real place to live instead of the places that are behind our homes. Just last week I saw one of them take one of the garden fixtures I had, and it was one of my favorites,” The noble said, full of sorrow at the end.
Celestia couldn’t understand why this noble had to bring up something that was completely boring. This noble had droned on for a good hour and a half about poverty, and anything relating to how he and his friends had their various lawn ornaments taken by the homeless. The idea that such things being taken was funny in of itself, even if the owners of said items didn’t find it amusing in the least. Celestia was about to say something when a large flash filled the room. Using her wings to block out most of the light, Celestia wondered what had the audacity to pop up during the best part of this noble’s complaint and petitioning.
As the light faded, Celestia looked out, noticing nothing different in the immediate area. The noble who had been speaking was curled up on the ground whimpering.
“Don’t worry, Bright Coin, the scary light is gone now,” Celestia said, teasingly. Not to be mistaken for being cruel she had to say a few things in a more child-like tone then she liked. At her teasing tones, the noble got up quickly, embarrassment evident across his whole body.
“A-ah y-yes. A-As I was saying…”The noble looked towards Celestia, a look of ‘Let me out of here’ evident in his stance and how he was speaking.
“Continue, please,” Celestia prompted the noble.
“Ummm...” the noble muttered, clearly flustered. Then the noble’s face takes on a very confused look, his gaze cast above Celestia a little ways.
The only thing registering was pain. Well… that and the possibility of talking in the background but mainly pain was taking over as the first thing being felt.
“Oohhhh..” I groaned out in pain. Trying to get to my legs, which turned out to be a bad idea as I had no sense of balance as I couldn’t see anything at the moment. “Am I now blind?” I thought to myself. As I felt myself start to fall forward, I took in the fact that I couldn’t see and that I was falling. The only response I had was to scream….Not a proud moment.
As I fell, thinking my life was over, I hit something soft. At the contact I immediately latched onto whatever it was, and felt myself starting to swing, or something. While swinging I felt what must have been the most comfortable thing in the world, then I proceeded to crash into something which earned an ‘oompf’ from me.
As I started to regain sight, what I saw would have reduced lesser men (present people considered) to gulp in fear at looking into what must have been two giant as hell shiny orbs. As my sight got better, and while I was still looking at the orbs, I could make out that I had landed on a white cliff and the two orbs before me had magenta…iris..’s.
“Uhh… Hi?” I said aloud.
“Um… Where did you come from?” The giant hulking being asked me.
“America,”I say, somewhat fearful for my life. “And may I make a suggestion?”
“What is that?” The giant said. Yep definitely sounds like a woman.
“Don’t eat me, I am chewy,” I said, hoping that being amusing would deter being food for later. A soft chuckle is what I got and I was happy for that.
“Don’t worry little dragon, I will not eat you,” the giantess said. Wait…Dragon? I look around me quickly and see that I have scales in probably the worst color ever.
Pink.
Yes, I and the color Pink go way back. Pepto-Bismol being the main culprit beside all of those super girly toys and what not. Especially after that fiasco a year ago when what friends I had at the time had decided to take my car to paint shops and got it completely turned pink, I mean EVERYTHING. I mean don’t get me wrong with a little smidge of pink here or there to make something look better but when you have seen enough pink as I have, it makes you sick.
“Huh..” I huff out.
“What?” The giantess lets out, slightly confused.
“I hate pink,” I say, still looking at what I have on my new body. Wings were something I noticed right after the color. Well that and claws but other than that, I lacked spines that the dragons I had grown up used to (Harry potter series and other dragon related places) would have along their spine, and as far as I was aware, I was squishy.
“Oh, and why is that?” the giantess asked, curiosity being held back by a calm demeanor and what must have been years of practice.
“Well if you grew up how I did, then almost every girly-girl foster child that came through had half of their stuff pink. Sorry I didn’t catch your name?” I asked, a little rushed for some odd reason.
“Oh my… I am Princess Celestia, Co-ruler of-”She was interrupted by someone behind me.
“UNCLAW THE PRINCESS VILE BEAST!” Shouted what looked like a guard, in what must have been gold armor.
I look back at Celestia and give her a pleading look, and a simple nod towards the ground. She must have understood because the next thing I know I am floating. I look towards Celestia again, utter surprise on my face. From where I guess I landed, it must have been on her face, and the idea of that made me ALMOST laugh out loud.
“So…. You can put me down at any time, princess,” I say, looking at the guard then back to her.
“Oh but why?” Celestia said, a grin spread across her face. “You look so cute.”
Author's Note
So yea... If Someone could draw a small pink dragon that would be nice, please?
She called me…cute. I am now a dragon and I get called cute. At this point my brain just stopped. Celestia must have noticed this because she started to giggle at my loss of understanding. As she waited for me to come to grips, and failing that, she just looked at me longer.
“Oh? Something wrong, little one?” Celestia asked, finally breaking the silence. I shook my head, and opened my mouth but couldn’t think of anything to say. “You might want to close your mouth before a spider makes its home in there,” Celestia spoke again, and then poked my lower jaw. Unfortunately I was too far broken and the thing fell back open, thus starting a poking spree. After a few minutes my mind had finally reboot enough that my jaw had stayed closed, and I was starting to slowly look around me. The only downside was that I then noticed that there were around a dozen other beings in the room with us.
“Heh…Did I happen to interrupt something important?” I asked, worried since it looked like, besides the one giant that was giving me a death glare still, something was going on between the Princess and the one who stood in the center of the room. The only upside was, beside that guard, everyone had amazed looks on their faces. The other guards were getting their senses back and started moving towards, what I was now going to guess, the throne. “H-Hey guys, no hard feelings?” Still looking towards the guards, I heard Celestia but was focusing on how to get out of the situation if they tried to squish me.
“Sorry, little one, But I don’t seem to have gotten a name from you,” Celestia asked me, taking my attention from the possible mauling I was going to receive from all the armored beings that had now stopped approaching me but that one that had, I think, initially shouted was glaring daggers at me.
“O-Oh yes, my name…” I was still uneasy of what could happen to me but the thing that came out of my mouth surprised me. “Call me Luthor but my friends call me Lutano, for some reason.”
“Do you have a preference?” Celestia asked, not surprised.
“For that I do not care,” I responded. “If I may ask so kindly, princess, but could I possibly be let down?” I asked, hoping to be put somewhere where the glaring guard couldn’t get to me.
“Oh… Of course, sorry,” Celestia said. The next thing I know I am being raised above her head, and placed on her head.
“Umm…. Princess,” Everyone in the room questioned, including me. All Celestia did was laugh quietly; her body barely moving as she did so.
“Don’t worry, my little ponies, He is harmless enough,” Celestia said, and I bet she had a slight smile on her face. Meanwhile I just sat there holding onto her crown, which was practically cemented onto her head, and looked out at those in the room, disbelief evident in most if not all of their eyes.
“So… Where were we, Mr. Coin?”
What felt like a year had passed before the pony had left the throne room, and during that time I had sat on her head, looking at what must have been a
“So Princess-“
“Please, just call me Celestia,”
“Ok, Celestia. I was wondering if there might be a reason as to why you are looking at me like I am the best thing to fall into a child’s hands?” I questioned, her look unnerving me.
“Oh… Sorry,” She said, looking away a little to hide the faint blush that had appeared. “I had a micro-dragon when I was a filly, they used to be so numerous until a plague had gone through their hatcheries and killed off every single one in time.” I looked Celestia with sadness, not knowing that I was making her relive some of her childhood.
“I…. I didn’t know that, well I mean obviously didn’t know that but I didn’t think I would make you remember something like that. If it makes you feel any better-”
“No. I didn’t mean to make you get sad over me… it’s just seeing one of you brought up the memories, yes, but also brought up all the things that Mr. Tuffles got into… Oh Tuffles you silly…” Celestia zoned out, tears popping up unbidden to her eyes, and stretched out a hoof and grabbed me pressed me to the base of her neck like a teddy bear. You know when you get that uncle who likes to break everyone’s spine with a monstrous bear hug? Yea Celestia could have snapped that guy in half.
“C-Celestiaaaaa……Need…………AIR!” I squeak out loudly. At that Celestia immediately drops me.
“I’m fine,” I lied, I ached all around but was not completely in pain. All of a sudden my stomach growled.
“Ohh, somepony hungry I take it?” She asked, glad for a distraction.
“Y-yea, I guess. I have no idea what I can eat-” I said. If I was a dragon then I guess I would eat meat.
Out of nowhere I felt that weightlessness again, and I was plopped back on top of Celestia’s head. Wondering as to why this is now my new place, I look over the crown and into her eyes.
“You’re wondering why I placed you upon my head? Let’s just say that, until your initial arrival passes, it would be best to say that the less you are seen, the less my little ponies will be afraid…that is until you wish to show yourself to those that you want to put trust in,” Celestia spoke, looking at me as best she could. “I do want to show you to my sister though.” The look afterword felt like she was going to say more but withheld whatever it was.
“And who is your sister? I mean-” I asked.
“Her name is Luna, and she is my little sister,” She spoke, eyeing me as best as she could AND walk down the hall towards a large set of doors. “She had always wanted a micro-dragon.”
“A question? What exactly is a ‘micro-dragon’ anyway? I mean I understand it as being a small dragon but- ” I started to ask. Celestia stopped moving and tilted her head just a little.
“So…you do not know of micro-dragons? But how can you not know if you are one?” She asked, and again I felt the weightlessness before being put in front of her face.
“Would you call me crazy if I said I wasn’t born a ‘micro-dragon’ originally?” I ask, and she nods.
“If you weren’t born as a micro-dragon, then what were you born as?” She asked, her head getting closer to my body, and I felt her piercing gaze.
“I was a human, and I was going home before a light hit me,” I say, but I must have sounded fake because she looked at me trying to see something on
“And…What is a ‘human’ exactly?” She asked, obviously either curious or dubious of what could be a fib.
“Humans is a race of sentient bipedal creatures with little to no hair on them save for the top of their heads and around their….umm…unmentionables,” I say, looking at her, and now wishing I was able to draw a human, and had hands to do said thing.
“And why should I believe you?” Celestia asked, a slight grin on her face.
“Because I randomly appeared from nowhere?” I ventured. All of a sudden my stomach grumbled again.
“Oh yes, food,” Celestia started moving again. I found myself on Celestia’s head again.
“Oh and to ask about what a micro-dragon’s dietary needs…What are they?” I ventured again, hoping to get a response.
“Let me answer that with another question. What do ‘Humans’ eat?” Celestia rebounded.
“Well, let’s see…” And after a few minutes explaining a few various types of things human cultures and their respective foods, Celestia was (and I swear) partially green. “..Oh and don’t forget that some choose to not eat what I said earlier. Some just live as vegetarians.” I finished.
“That was…”Celestia shook her head a little, probably to get the images of various meals I had mentioned out of her head. “That was… disgustingly informative.” She capped it off, which I only responded in laughter.
“You should see what happens to some of the idiots who think they can survive with eating only one food for a long period of time,” I replied, still chuckling.
“Y-yes. Well… let’s go get something to eat and then I will introduce you to Luna,” Celestia said, moving just a little bit faster. I could only guess what I was going to eat, and with that we moved on in silence for a while.
I like silence sometimes.
To say that dinner was…eventful was putting it lower than what really happened. When we first arrived into the rather ostentatious dining room was a little overwhelming. I mean there was a chandelier about the size of a tank hanging above the table. The thing was shining like stars but the amount of them made the whole thing was so damn bright that it hurt my eyes. The table beneath the chandelier was also…extravagant. The whole thing looked like it was recently had some form of waxing. What lay at the table, besides various seats, were place settings for, what I assumed, large gatherings.
The last thing, though, was another giant. Dark blue in color, with blue/black hair. As we both entered, the giant blue one looked towards us (Celestia more like since I was hiding behind the crown and within the large amount of hair to the best of my ability) and a smile spread across her face. As the large blue one came closer I saw that, and this was quite hard to see, she had a crown as well.
“Sister, are you ready for dinner, I heard that the chefs are going to try and make something extra special. I wonder if it is relating to the wedding the head Chef last week?” She asked, and confirmed that this must be Luna.
“Oh, Really?” Celestia asked, her tone broking playful doubt. “So, sister, where do you wish to dine tonight? Gardens, one of our rooms, or here?”
“Let’s eat here. We- I mean, I am still somewhat tired,” Luna said, apparently regretting something but as to what it was I do not know.
“Luna, I am happy you are still trying to catch up on the times but you still need your sleep,” Celestia said in a caring tone. I peeked around the crown, and saw Luna more closely. Her main shined like the night sky, occasional blips of white light would appear then fade, or just shimmer just like stars. I was too entranced to hear a gasp from her though, I just had the urge to play in that hair.
“Dear Sister, what is that upon your head?” Luna asked, but I still wanted to play in hair.
“Oh, this little one? I was in the middle of court,” Celestia grabbed me with her magic, pulled me up over her crown, and in front of both of them. “..and this little dragon fell down form above me after this blinding light-”
“So that was what that was…”
“As I was saying, after the light receded this little guy falls, reaches out and grabbed my main and swung right into my face,” Celestia said, a small amount of mirth evident in her voice. Luna, however, was smiling and just looked between me and Celestia. My thought process during all of this?
Must…Play…With…Hair.
I started to reach out with my claws towards Luna’s hair, completely entranced with the flowing motion. They both noticed this and chuckled. Celestia dropped me to the ground, and that broke my trance.
“W-What’s going on?” I blurted out, shaking my head a little.
“Well, you were reaching towards my sister’s mane as if you wanted to play with it,” Celestia said amused at what she saw. “Besides, you need to introduce yourself.”
I looked to Celestia, then to Luna, and then back again to Celestia.
“Um… what do you think I should say?” I ask Celestia, clearly amused at this whole situation. I look towards Luna. “Um…Hi?”
“Greetings, little dragon,” Luna said to me, a faint smile crossing her face. Then her face fell flat, and she looked towards Celestia. “I am going to guess that you are partially gloating?” At that Celestia became shocked, I think, and held her hoof up to her chest.
“ME? Gloat over something like this? How could you say such a thing?” Celestia said, feigning what I had initially thought.
“Because, Tia, whenever you get a new pet this always happens,” Luna deadpanned.
“Um…I… going to be a pet?” I asked, very confused and not liking the concept that I was going to be a pet.
“Oh…um no. Not exactly, at least…” Celestia turned her head away, her face turning a little red. “Remember how I said I had a micro-dragon?”
“Yes?” I said.
“Well… When I mean ‘Had’ I may have meant to say ‘Owned’,” Celestia admitted, still looking away from me.
“Oh ok… wait… ‘Owned’?” I questioned.
“Yes, owned. They used to be abundant but as the times wore on they started to diminish. At this point they started to be looked down upon by a lot of the larger dragons as ‘pets’ or worse…food,” Celestia looked towards me at this moment. “That is why I had come into possession of a micro-dragon. They used to be called ‘doll dragons’. The fact that you have popped up is either a way of saying that there could be a way to restart your race, or Life saying that I need something.”
“So the reason you were looking at me like a child was because, besides reawaken memories, I am the last of my kind?” I asked, clearly confused. I looked down at myself, taking in all that I could. Pink scales, light pink wing membranes, dark pink claws. I looked towards my back, and noticed that I had no spines. ‘Heh I am spineless.’ I thought to myself, a small smile popping onto my face.
“I have to say, Celestia,” I speak, looking to her, and she looks back at me, unsure of what I am going to say. I stay what I am going to say for a little bit. I close my eyes for what I am about to say. “I…wouldn’t mind being a ‘pet’ but don’t take it over the top. If I am with you and there are ponies who ask, just say I am a pet. Oh and I do not preform tricks.” I look towards Celestia, a small smile appears on her face. Then I feel weightlessness again, as I zoom towards the alabaster princess, and get smashed into the side of her head, and then a constant rubbing of my whole side.
“Celestia?” I squeak out, completely lost and little bit afraid for my being. I then fly in front of her, and her face is completely flushed, and she won’t look
“Sorry about that. It’s just that the last time lost control was when Philomena was able to fly,” She looked down at the ground. “I hope you can forgive me.”
“What is there to be sorry about? You were just lost in the moment and I completely understand that. Next time don’t scare me,” I look at her with the most sympathetic eyes I can muster, while also being partially irritated at what she had done. “If I remember we were here to eat, right? Where is the food then?” I asked. Both of the women in the room just facehoofed. After a few minutes of waiting, the food came through a different set of doors. The sights were pretty impressive but the smells were welcoming and comforting. Then they brought out this bowl about my size filled with various gems. I looked at both princesses, trying to comprehend what it was I was expected to do. All I got was them looking at me expectantly, and so I looked at the gems in front of me, sighed, picked out this nice jade, small but nice coloration, and then I took a bite of said gem.
The taste was…interesting. It wasn’t bad but I couldn’t say it was my favorite. I looked back at the princesses and saw they were looking at each other with only a smile I knew all too well.
They were about to see who could eat what was placed in front of them the fastest, and the amount that I could guess was considered ‘the courses’ was staggering. A large bowl of salad (Like I could probably fit into the bowl and swim around in it), A few dozen various fruits, a small assortment of pies, some sort of milkshake like drink, a few loaves of bread, a wide variety of cheeses, a bowl of soup, a block of chocolate, and 3 slices of some sort of cake. I looked back to my bowl of gems and looked back at their amount of food. Then I sat on my rump, pulled the bowl in front, and watched the show.
-Roughly an hour later-
I watched probably the funniest but most disgusting thing ever to be witnessed by any being alive to date. The whole food race that I was expecting to finish quickly lasted half an hour, AND THAT WAS ROUND 1, after that Celestia hit something and then some maids came out with this…thing. It bubbled and was a sickly green. Whatever this was, I was greatly intrigued, but as the second round came to a close, Luna looked kind of green. I looked towards Celestia and she had a triumphant grin plastered on her face.
To say that this disgusted me was about right but watching something so childish being done by nobles was something completely different.
Celestia looked at me as I started to doze off, and grabbed me in her magic and proceeded to get up. When I was atop her head, I curled up, and started dozing off. As I watched the room disappear behind me, my vision blurred more and more. I tried to stave off the inevitable until i knew where I would sleep. But minutes later, the inevitable happened.
I fell asleep.