The Battle of Beauty and Love

First, I do nto speak french. I will use a translator to make a second chapter which is exactly the same, but with inserted french phrases. You can read whichever, but the entire thing will not be in french. I will advise not using what I write as a key to learn french, as the translator can be wrong.

For now, it takes time, so it will be given at a separate time to give it a cooler look, or whatever. But the french inserted story chapters will be done.

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As Fleur De Lis readied for the day, she finished her grooming, having completely straightened her hair. Though, it did not bring her smile up to see another day rise, it brought her smile up to see her own translator, Fancypants rise another day. She dreamed about him daily and nightly, dependign on the dreams she had, she usually requested if she could sleep in a room far from his in the mansion they both lived in.

As another daydream prodded her mind, wishing he'd wrap his legs around her and just hold her popped into her mind, he passed by.

"Bonjour Fleur!"

"Bonjour Fancy. Sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you. But, I'm still puzzled you left your bed last night."

A blush rose on her cheeks, but she quickly forced it away.

"Oh, well...Uhm..."

"Are the bed sheets too scratchy?"

"No...Something else. It's fine though, I'm ok with trading beds every now and then."

"But you hadn't left your bed in over a month till last night."

"I know, I'm wondering why my drea-I mean, nights haven't been disturbing me so."

"Well, If you need something, you can wake me. It's no big deal."

Fluer De Lis smiled. He was up. And it was definitely the happy, and different stallion she knew. She would have yet another happy day.

"Well, I expect you will get ready, as alays, today I have a date with one of the mares which will acompany me on the trip tomorrow. The Queen has requested a few things. Plus, a little date sounds fun and romantic. A little something to spice up this boring life."

The magic which enveloped the comb Fleur was using caused the plastic to shatter as an astonished looked moved over Fleur's face. Her smile now gone, she turned to Fancypants.

"W-wait. What? You're...you're going on a date?"

"Yes. She is lovely, might I say. Same ideas and so forth. She too is a translator, as I am for you. But she is a german translator. Wonderful at it to. The accent! Oh! Scrumptious. I guess I will be leaving you with The Français Croisade which is scheduled for today."

Fleur fougth back the urge to burst out in anger and fear, to be desparate for him not to leave.

"I am guessing we are at an understanding?"

"ou-oui..."

"Good! You have an hour to get done, please don't be late."

This is the first day that she has not tagged along with Fancypants for over two years. Last time, he had to comfort her once she got lost in a dark alley. It was an embarrassing moment for her, not only because her mascara began to run, but because she sobbed from fear like a filly!

Not this time..., she thought to herself.

"I will go to the Français Croisade. Who all is there?"

"A few of teh residents here, including the one from the lower district named Vinyl Scratch, Princess Luna, and a few others from all over Canterlot. Don't worry my dear, you can have an actual conversation witht hem all!"

"But...I've never been able to...easily leave your side."

"Well...Thats a little questionable, just look at teh nights you left my room, your own bed. What about that?"

"Oh, that was a [size=6]wet dream..."[/size]

"I didn't get that last part Fleur."

"Uhm...It's nothing to worry about."

"Well then, I'll be off in a few. You'll be fine, just try not to get lost in a dark alley again."

Fleur let out her held breath as he left, then looked at herself in the mirror. She picked up the powder and began applying it, for even mroe astonishment to cause more destruction to teh make up supplies as Fancy Pants' voice carried from downstairs with a name.

"Elaza! Good day!"

The remnants of the collected make up powder lay all over the counter, covering half the mirror and coating the rest of the make up supplies in dust.

"Guten tag Fancy! I am to assume that you got frau Fleur to accept teh invitation to the event?"

"Yes, she accepted it."

"Gut...gut."

"Uhm, Mind my asking, what does frau mean?"

"Lady, mare, or sometimes female, depends on the terms it is used with. Fleur is a lady, so she would be addressed as frau Fleur."

"And guten tag?"

"Good day. It is used in formal greetings. And in this event, it is necessary."

"Well, splendid! I grow even more interested the more you speak! Shall we take a stroll to the diner?"

"Oh, wunderbar! Might there be Rot Traube?"

"Pardon?"

"Excuse me if I do so say, the Equestrian, wine, just has no good terms with me. It is...too sweet."

"Oh you mean the more salty beverages."

"Good, now, let us take our leave, I don't like to be late, especially to a date."

As Fancy Pants chuckled, Fleur heard the door close throughout the large building she lived in. She felt like thrashing her station where she sat, stunned by the conversation she heard, half of it she didn't even understand lingually, the other half, she couldn't understand mentally. If she didn't understand what the ponies of Manehatten meant when saying, bitch, she easily figured what it meant on her own in the next moment, wanting to do several actions which she recalled the mares of Manehatten doing when angered.

She always knew it as a term most used by dog breeders, but, she thought different now. Taking up the stool she was sitting on, almost diretly from under her, she threw it to the side, listening as it slammed into a window. The occupants in the street below all panicked as the shards of glass fell and a single, ouch, could be heard aloud as the hair obviously hit someone.

Feeling only slight better, Fleur, looked at herself in the mirror, then turned around and bucked it, turning her nose up with a hmph. She trotted over to teh window which loud voices now trailed through asking for the person who had thrown the stool out and she looked out at the ponies below with anger.

"Hey! Are you the one who threw this?", a unicorn held the stool up with his magic.

"Silence vous ennuyeux poneys, permettez-moi, laissez-moi à moi-même et je ne veux pas entendre votre voix visant à moi!!!", she yelled at the few on the street.

No one spoke and the unicorn holding the stool let go of it, the only sound coming from the street then was the stool hitting the ground, then silence. No one had ever seen Fleur angry before, or yell at someone. No doubt the word would get around as much as it will astonish hundreds of ponies.

Fleur had never been seen angry, only daydreaming as she stood around, sometimes on, the famous Fancy Pants, and when engaged in conversation, she was always happy-go-lucky, not even raising her voice to anyone, even if they yelled over her or were purposefully loud to the point to where she would not be heard. It was not a good feat, but it meant she was a lot nicer than most, and therefore, worth it to even meet in some situations.

But she was not happy, she was not even slightly nice. She was clearly angry enough to harm anyone without a single feeling of remorse, even if it were on accident.

Giving a sad sigh, she looked up at teh shattered and completely destroyed frame of the mirror she had been using only moments before. She used her magic to fix it then looked at herself. She was beautiful, only a blind stallion could say different. Her make up, when on, only over did her looks, but without it, she looked even better to others, or atleast thats what Fancy told her.

She began taking off the applied make up and soon her face was barren of any masking colors, nothing but her natural looks. Her eyelashes didn't have a sheen, nor stood out, her eyes look normal, no hot pink eye shadow applied, and her irises, though they were a pearl shine blue, she wore a type of lens which made them mirror like, taking each out, she looked  at her own reflection. It was definitely different looking than when she had the lenses on, changing her vision when worn, she saw herself at a closer angle.

She definitely noticed new things. The counter shich her make up had been stored on was a mess, still, but it was barely wider than her head. She could have swore it was big enough to the point she could even lay on it. She looked at herself in the mirror, leaning towards it out of habit and nearly cracking it with her horn. She never looked to be this close when putting on make up, not at all.

Forgetting teh change in her eye sight, she snorted and though.

"The Français Croisade hmm?"

Taking up the idea, she cleaned up teh glass hurriedly off the floor, putting a curtain over it, and hurrying otu teh door.