Awhile later, Dr. Whooves and her entourage left to go have breakfast at Ponyville's best cafe.

Colgate was wearing one of her favorite t-shirts - red, with white lettering that said "SOME PEOPLE ARE FUTA - DEAL WITH IT!" The dents her nipples put in the front of the shirt suggested a distinct lack of a bra underneath. Fishnet stockings, bright red stiletto heels, and snug-fitting red hotpants completed her outfit, along with a nurse's cap tilted at a rakish angle on her head. She was clutching a small black leather handbag.

Palmolive was still wearing her maid outfit. The Doctor was dressed in one of her smart brown suits, with a brown trenchcoat flung around her shoulders, her bountiful breasts pulling her white shirt taut, the buttons looking as if they were in danger of bursting at any moment. She had chosen much more low-key sheer pantyhose to go with her thigh-high brown skirt, and she was wearing sensible flat-bottomed leather shoes, letting her trot along at a steady pace while Palmolive and Colgate clacked along behind her on their stilettos, forced to sway their hips in an outrageous fashion, their heavy breasts bouncing with each stride.

Not a moment before they entered the Cafe's outdoor seating area, a ringing voice struck them. It was a woman's voice, firm and sweet, and it felt as if it resonated against their lungs and ribs, so forceful was the singer's energy.

"LET IT GO! LET IT GO~!"

Doubtless, dear reader, you can already hear the song in your head. I certainly can, and I haven't even watched the movie, aside from a few snatches here and there in shopping centers that have "Frozen" on infinite replay, to sucker the children into pestering their parents to buy a DVD of Elsa And Anna's Excellent Adventure.

Dr. Whooves and her ensemble were led to a table by one of the Cafe's workers. They sat down, washing their hands with a proffered bowl of rosewater.

There was a bowl of salad, complimentary, which Palmolive and Colgate immediately began chowing down on.

Dr Whooves helped herself to a few mouthfuls in turn.

They watched the new waitress flitting from table to table, effortlessly dancing and spinning in spite of the armfuls of plates and food she carried. Her finesse seemed to gain the admiration of all and sundry at the cafe, with more than a few Ponyville citizens clapping and cheering her on as she delivered their meals, all the while singing lustily in that mighty voice. Sometimes she'd place her hand to her mouth and blow, causing a cascade of ice cubes to plop into a customer's drink. Or she'd snap her fingers, showering a cold seafood dish in a frosting of ice, preserving the delicious fresh flavor of their meal, her song peaking and climbing the heights of the blue skies as she did so.

"Gee, that new waitress sure has a set of pipes!" Colgate said.

"The new waitress has a name! She's called Elsa! And she will be serving you today!"

They found themselves staring up at the waitress, who towered over their table regally, resplendent in a tight-fitting blue dress that hugged the swells of her large breasts and wide hips, swirling around her plush thighs as she walked. A long, cylindrical bulge running up from her crotch to nearly her ample breasts - a inch more and it would have nestled right between them - pulled the front of her dress tightly, creating a sizable tent. She had very pale white skin, almost icy-looking, and bright platinum blonde hair, with plump red lips like cherries - that were currently set in a teasing half-smile.

"Oh. Hallo," Dr. Whooves said, unflappable as ever. "Make mine a Glenfiddich, would you?" She calmly picked up a handful of salad, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"I'll have a Screwdriver!" Colgate chimed in. "That was cool! Do the ice thing again! C'mon!"

Elsa laughed. "Of course. I trust you'll be giving me a larger tip if I oblige?"

Colgate reddened. "Well..."

"I daresay Colgate will give you a very large tip, if you do the favor of bending over for her," Dr. Whooves said, grinning at Elsa.

"Ooh! Will she be staying for a while, then?" Elsa said, looking excited at this piece of information.

"Yes, we'll leave her in you. Er, with you, I mean," Dr. Whooves said.

"H-hey! Don't leave me with strange people!" Colgate wailed.

Elsa giggled at her, and then turned to Palmolive. "And what about you? What would you like to drink?"

"Stella Artois," Palmolive said, trying to tear her gaze away from Elsa's bulge.

Dr. Whooves chewed a mouthful of salad thoughtfully as Palmolive and Elsa spoke.

Queen Elsa slowly raised an eyebrow at Palmolive. "It isn't a beer tap," she said.

"Elsa, I will never understand why you started working as a waitress," Dr. Whooves said, with a deep sigh, rolling her eyes skyward as if in search of patience.

"But they pay me in chocolate!" Elsa said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you actually think that's acceptable?"

"Why not?" Elsa said, plaintively. "It's only the finest chocolate in all of Ponyville. A single box runs you nearly three hundred bits."

"It still seems kind of...wrong," Dr. Whooves said, placing her hands on the table and lacing her fingers together in a thoughtful manner. "I mean, be fair. Usually, you expect to receive actual monetary compensation in exchange for one's efforts on the job. I can't help but feel as if the proprietor is taking advantage of you. And..well...you're a Queen and everything."

"Don't be silly," Elsa said, waving a hand dismissively at the Doctor. "I also have my own room. It's quite nice. You should see it sometime."

"Elsa, you're insatiable," Dr. Whooves said, mildly.

"How do you mean?" Elsa said, with an innocent-looking flutter of her full lashes. "I merely asked if you wanted to look at my apartment sometime. Whatever else did you think I meant? I wanted to show you that I'm quite comfortable...though, I wonder why you would think otherwise. Ah, and the owner..." She trailed off and blushed, her pale white cheeks turning scarlet. "Right! So...a Glenfidditch, a screwdriver..."

"Lots of orange juice, please, Elsa!" Colgate chimed in.

Elsa laughed. "Extra orange for the screwdriver, and a Stella for the lady," she said, grinning at Palmolive. "Here are your menus. I'll be right back with those drinks."

She tucked her tray under her arm and danced off, bursting into another full-throated song as she did so.

"The new waitress sure is energetic," Colgate said, grinning at Palmolive.

Dr. Whooves sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.

"Not looking at the menu, Doctor?" Palmolive said.

"Nah. I already know what I want," Dr. Whooves said confidently, folding her arms behind her head.

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Elsa returned with a tray full of drinks - a pitcher of water, cups, a shot glass, a goblet brim-full with a combination of orange juice and vodka, a bottle of Stella Artois beer, a bottle of Glenfiddich whiskey, and napkins.

"Here you go! Enjoy," Elsa said, bending over to distribute the drinks to the Doctor and her entourage.

Dr. Whooves opened her eyes, sitting up and grasping her bottle of Glenfiddich. "Splendid! A little aperitif to open up our stomachs before the main course, and, of course, a drink to go with the food."

"Refills are on me!" Elsa said, with a merry wink and a grin at the girls.

Dr. Whooves began pouring herself a shot of whiskey.

Colgate thrust a straw in her screwdriver and began sucking down the orange juice laced with vodka greedily.
Palmolive took a sip of her beer.

Colgate caught a glimpse of Elsa's plump white mound nestled between her thighs, as well as her puffy pink labia, the translucent blue dress giving her a clear glimpse. It seemed that the waitress-queen did not think much of wearing panties. She swallowed hard, weighing the chances of grabbing it - but before she could, Elsa flitted away from her. The Snow Queen appeared to be quite strong and fast, in spite of her appearance. She moved with a powerful grace upon her ice-colored high heels, and showed no sign of tiring or fatigue.

"Your food?" Elsa said, pretending not to notice Colgate's burning gaze striking her thighs.

"Make mine a vegetable omelet," the Doctor said.

"Pancakes!" Colgate shouted.

"Ugh," Palmolive said, shivering. "How can you eat such heavy stuff so early? This is why you're fat, Colgate."

"My fat brings all the girls and boys to the yard," Colgate snickered, folding her arms under her breasts.

Elsa's icy blue gaze strayed down to Colgate's fat tits. The Snow Queen swallowed hard, her throat bobbing up and down. The thick length tenting her dress gave a twitch, threatening to swell.

"I'll have a scrambled egg and sausages, please," Palmolive said, averting her eyes from Elsa's scepter.

"You loooove sausages, don't you, Palmolive?" Colgate said, with a wicked grin.

Elsa gasped.

Palmolive reddened slightly. "W...what's that supposed to mean, Colgate? What are you implying?"

"Nothing," Colgate said."

"Omelet with veg, pancakes, sausage and scrambled egg...it'll be ready in no time, ladies. I'll be right back!" Elsa said, before dashing off.

Dr. Whooves tossed back a tiny shot of Glenfiddich, squeezing her eyes shut as the liquor shot down her throat with a red-hot, intense, slightly dizzying feeling.

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The food was good; Dr. Whooves and her entourage ate heartily.. Elsa collected their plates to find them practically sparkling clean - not that she expected anything else, being a worker at one of Ponyville's five-star outfits.

She accepted Dr. Whooves's stack of shiny gold bits. "Thank you very much!"

"Not at all," Dr. Whooves said, magnanimously.

Elsa handed Dr. Whooves a scrip of paper. Dr. Whooves produced a pen from her coat pocket, and bent over the table, signing her name on the paper.

Author's Note

I was going to make this chapter longer, but since everyone is hella excited about it I cut it into two and delivered one ASAP.

There are probably about 100 typos. I apologize in advance.