Staring into the Sun

Unknown Answers, Unasked Questions, and a comfortable shoulder

A Princess Celestia in the Vogonverse story

Part of the Vogonverse

I looked up at the house we had arrived at. The beings with me walked me toward the door. I watched as it opened and a dark headed being opened the door and walked down. My mind flooded with memories of him. Memories of us having tea together after my day court, of his helping me to prank Lulu on occasion, and lastly of the times we would walk through the garden together. He had been there, with me when Lulu had come back to me from her banishment, and he had been there when Twilight had ascended.

I moved toward him, my memories reminding me that he was trustworthy, that I cared for him, and that he was a friend of mine. I touched his hand and instantly those memories became so bright that they glowed more brilliantly than any of the other memories I had. I smiled at him, leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thomas, it is so good to see you,” I said.

He smiled and walked me into his home. It was beautiful, far less grand than my castle, but the charm it had was so nice. I noticed how everything moved, flexed, and revolved as we walked through his home. I tried to feel the magic that was changing the room, and in that moment my eyes widened. I couldn’t feel any magic. I worriedly reached my hand up to my mane and I felt the aether it flowed through, but it felt weak. Normally, I could feel the very power of the sun in my mane, but it felt as if it barely had the energy to flow weightlessly.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Is something wrong?” he asked me.

“Thomas, what happened to my magic? Why can’t I feel it?” I asked.

I didn’t want to panic. I didn’t want to bother him with an onset of neurosis, but it was still creeping up on me. I felt my eye twitch, the worry building, and then I felt two lips against my own. I calmed down, and at that moment I felt two arms engulf me into a hug.

“It’s okay Celestia, it’s fine,” he said.

We broke our kiss, and I tried to feel the magic again. This time I felt a spark. A small tender spark of magic inside of myself. A relaxed sigh escaped me. I could work with that. I could work with my magic and build on it. I walked with Thomas as he showed me to a table. I took a seat and a moment later a viewing screen lowered to the middle of the table. On it a small being appeared. It looked to be some kind of winged monkey in a strange coat and hat. The winged monkey bowed before Thomas.

“Master, Mr. Delacey has called, and he wishes to know if you have considered his proposal,” the winged monkey said in a voice that sounded rather close to the nobles from Canterlot.

“Alfie, I’m entertaining my new roommate. Inform Mr. Delacey that I will contact him later,” Thomas said.

“Master, Mr. Delacey will simply continue to call. There is the possibility that he will tie up the lines, and then there is the emails he will send. Do you really want to ignore him?” Alfie asked in that snooty voice of his.

I watched Thomas pinch right about his small nose and shake his head.

“I suppose I shouldn’t, but then I am entertaining someone, so Mr. Delacey is going to have to learn to live with disappointment. Inform him that I will give him a call back at my earliest convenience,” Thomas said.

“As you wish Master,” Alfie replied.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“That was Alfie. He’s my assistant, and later I want to give you a better introduction to him,” he said.

He stood, and I followed suit. The wall opened for us as we neared it, and I took a moment to realize that it was retracting in on itself. It wasn’t that different from the magically opening doors that had been in Luna and my old castle. Instead of focusing on the walls I followed Thomas to a large room. Inside there was a large round bed, similar to my own bed back home, and it had crushed velvet blanket on the top of it. I felt it and a small giggle escaped my lips.

I pushed against the bed, and for a moment it gave before it sloshed back at me and pushed my hands back up. It didn’t feel like any of the beds I had slept on before. It wasn’t a cloud bed, but it felt almost liquid. I took a seat and felt it move around me.

“I thought that you might enjoy a waterbed,” he said.

I grinned as I kicked my hooves back and forth. I could feel the ripples in the waterbed rushing against me. They lifted me, lowered me, and moved around me. I lay back on the bed and felt it displace the water before the water gathered back up to force me into a sitting position. I laughed as the bed tried to throw me off. Never before had I tried to sleep in something that needed to be tamed. The thought that Luna would enjoy taming the bed, making it obey her, and perhaps even naming it after a long forgotten captain or general came to mind.

“Is it okay?” he asked.

I nodded. The bed was fine. It was actually a little better than fine actually. It was soft, different, and it was causing me to feel like a filly getting to play with a new toy for the first time. I gently patted the bed again and felt it ripple under me slightly. I stood, gave Thomas a small smile, and followed him out of the room. I looked back at the waterbed once more.

“I shall tame you tonight bed,” I promised.

A dark mirror on the wall began to light up and Alfie once again appeared.

“Sir, Mr. Delacey is insisting that you answer his call,” Alfie said.

“Fine, put him through Alfie,” Thomas said.

“Rider, I want your answer. If you go in with us we can open up six more stacks. That means a lot of cheap labor for your licensed farm, and it means new business for me,” a deep and menacing voice said through some strange device Alfie was holding up.

“Mr. Delacey, I’ve considered my options several times. I’ve taken into consideration what a new crop of dusk and meth babies would be like, and I can’t in good conscience go into business with you. I understand that it would give me more employees, but then what good would those employees be if they your customers first, and my employees second?” Thomas asked.

“Don’t do this Rider. I’ve got dirt on you. I know the stuff you did to get your farm, and I know what you’ve done to keep it. You ain’t clean,” Delacey replied.

“No, I’m not, and I know I shall never be. That doesn’t matter though Mr. Delacey. What I am is someone who has the good decorum to attempt to keep his employees clean, fed, and sheltered. That doesn’t include becoming customers of a bottom feeding parasite like yourself. Now, I’m entertaining a guest, and I must bid you adieu,” Thomas said.

“Rider, I’m going to make sure that you’re sorry about this. When I’m finished with you I promise that you’re gonna wish that you were never fucking born!” Delacey said before an audible click was heard.

“Well, that was rather unpleasant. Alfie, deny all call privileges to Mr. Delacey. Block his email from my accounts, and contact the authorities if he, his friends, or his conveyance come near the house,” Thomas said.

“Of course Master,” Alfie said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Master?” Alfie asked.

“Alfie, this is Princess Celestia. She is going to be a guest with us for a while. I want you to treat her with respect, and she is to get administrative privileges,” Thomas said.

“Of course, Welcome to the Casa De Rider your highness. It is a rare privilege to serve royalty,” Alfie said.

“Thank you Alfie,” I replied.

I looked out at the night sky, and instantly I wondered exactly when did I lower the sun.

Author's Note

(And this is the introduction chapter of the Celestia story. I wanted to something a little different with it in that I wanted to tell it from one of the Ponies’ perspective. I felt that working with Celestia would be fun.

Keep an eye on Thomas… he’s not what he seems.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

LF)