The Fragrance Of Dark Ponies

"So...where is this carriage you promised?" Godot said, looking around.

"It should be here any second now," Luna responded. Godot's eyes, were anybody able to see them, would have been searching everywhere for hidden cameras. Perhaps this was a prank by some shape-shifting ghost, jealous of the way he narrowly avoided death. No. That couldn't have been it. As cartoony as it seemed, Luna's worry was very real. Godot had seen those emotions all too many times being a former defense attorney himself. He would have started feeling sympathetic had his ears not heard a loud rumbling.

"Miss Mare, care to explain?" Godot asked.

Suddenly, a carriage the size of a car barged through the prison walls. Godot was startled as he saw it. The carriage itself was something out of a fairy tale. It was plated with gold and beautiful diamonds. Even the wheels sported a sparkling yellow. What Godot found the most extraordinary, was the fact that it had no driver.

"This, Mr. Godot, is the carriage that I promised," Luna said, feeling rather proud of her magic. Godot quickly searched the room for guards, but found that every one of them was sound asleep like a newborn baby. "Quickly, Mr. Godot. Before they wake up."

Godot made himself a seat on the carriage, unsure of the events Luna laid out for him. The princess herself sat next to Godot and turned to him.

"Tell me, Mr. Godot, have you ever been in a flying carriage before?" Luna asked.

"Have you ever seen a man with a mask like this before?" Before Godot could quip any more, Luna's horn glowed a dark blue and the carriage took off into the sky like a plane. Godot sat in awe as everything he had once seen looked like ants. Though his vision was handicapped, he would not soon forget that sight.

"It's quite beautiful, isn't it? Looking down on all the world without a care in one," Luna sighed.

"Yeah....I suppose it is." The carriage went higher and higher into the blue sky and through countless clouds. A dark, purple portal opened up and the carriage soared through it. Inside the portal was a tunnel of stars leading into a white light.

"I suggest you hold on tight!" Luna yelled. She grunted as the carriage's speed increased and sped into the white light. Godot quickly closed his eyes, for he feared the light would blind him. When he opened his eyes, instead of the light he saw a colorful town filled with ponies of all sizes. As soon as they looked above, they waved to say hello. Godot attempted to put his hands over his face to hide the most peculiar feature of his face, but was astounded to find they had been replaced with green hooves. He found his mask was still on, but it felt somewhat smaller. But unfortunately, his clothes were gone.

"What the he-" Godot blurted.

"It was the only way you would 'fit in', as they say," Luna whispered to Godot as she waved awkwardly to her subjects. The carriage passed through the town and headed towards a majestic castle.

"I take it you're some sort of celebrity here?"

"A princess, actually."

"I'm going to have a lot of questions, you know."

"And I'm going to have a lot of answers. Do not fear, Mr. Godot, we shall provide you with all that you need."

"And the coffee. Can't live without the stuff."

"Yes....the coffee. I went into some research in recreating this drink. I hope it will be satisfactory at the least. You humans create so many fascinating beverages like.... this coffee of yours."

"Fascinating is an understatement, Miss Mare."

Godot and Luna soon landed on the balcony of the castle. Luna stepped out with ease while Godot...

"What is the matter?" Luna asked.

"Miss Mare, I just sprouted two extra pairs of legs. You can't expect me to be as graceful as a ballerina," Godot said.

"Well, what do you suggest I do?"

Godot smirked.

"You remind me of a kitten I met once, Miss Mare." Godot felt lighter than air as he was carried by the magical glow of an annoyed Luna.

"Really? ....ugh.....how utterly interesting....." Luna grunted as she carried the coffee loving prosecutor into the castle. She carried him all the way into her personal quarters and dropped him gently on a couch.

"Now, what's the deal, señorita? What case is so important that it needs a man who escaped Hell twice?" Godot asked as he made himself more than comfortable on Luna's couch. "And more importantly, where's my coffee?"

"Maybe it's better if I start at the beginning. I told you I was a princess, yes?" Luna walked over to a table, came back, and handed a very satisfied looking Godot his coffee. "Well, there are four princesses as of late who provide a sense of justice for this land. Occasionally, nobles from other countries come to bring good tidings for us." Luna's eyes were filled with happiness, before becoming unfocused and were substituted with anger. "But just recently, one of those nobles was murdered just within these very walls!"

"So who's the suspect? Someone you don't trust?" Luna shut her eyes and her voice became more quiet.

"....it was a pony I did trust at a time. With my life and others', in fact."

"Well now, this is getting interesting. What exactly was his occupation, Miss Mare?" Godot said as he took several sips out of his coffee.

"He was a guard."