I wanted to slap myself so hard right now. Like, I wanted my grandchildren to her the slap, kind of slap to the face. I've woken up before Celestia this time with my mind racing as soon as it realized I was awake once again. First I am reminded how everything is real, and how that I belong here now.

Mentally slapping myself again, I realized that I was going into machine thinking mode. What was logical and what wasn't.

I had ruined a good night for Celestia, making her worry about me. I laid there wrapped in a pink robe and Celestia's entire body. I had to make it up to here. She was probably more ready than the whores from down the lane. I was stupid, stupid, stupid. I ruined something that could have been important step in our relationship. I was mostly looking for forgiveness, to know that she understood that I was a loyal brat. Being cock blocked by tears wasn't the best thing for her I suppose.

I feel Celestia twitch in her sleep, then give out a long yawn.

"You awake?" I hear her ask. I give a slight nod. "Feeling better?"

I didn't know why, but I was at a loss for finding words. I crocked out a simple "Kinda..."

She kisses me on my neck, making the hairs stand up. "If you'd like, you can stay there. I have court duties today, and I don't think I should let you in today. You had an awful last few days, so you just lay there and relax. Okay?"

I nod again. "Yeah, I understand. I feel like shit anyways..."

She turns me over to look at her. She somehow has this angry smile on her face when she speaks, "Don't worry about last night Chris. We all have moments, some...more stressing than most. I understand your pains, and they hurt. Please, don't beat yourself up over this, okay?"

I don't know how to give her an answer to her. It's really hard to recover from something like this, because its pretty much never happened before hand. Now however, I am left confused and upset at the fact I had ruined what could've been a step in the right direction. I want to love her, I want to care about her, and I do! I care about everything she cares about, maybe a little less because I haven't been here for more than a month and a half, with another month left to go before our wedding.

"Hey, if it'll keep your mind off of what happened last night, there's a mare I'd like for you to speak with." She said with a smile. With a bit of magic she brought over from a small box a bag of bits. "Take this into town. I'll have a couple of my most loyal guards to help you get there. The mare's name is Hawk. Wonderful little Griffeness she is. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time while she takes your measurements. One you're in need of new clothes, and two, you need a suit for our wedding."

I study the weight of the bits. I'm really not sure what to do with them all. I'm sure there's enough for me to have a bite to eat. "How long will I be gone?"

"A few hours, not long enough I suppose, but I can offer you company with another I know of."

I shook my head. "I'll just hang here for a bit when I return. I think I'm going to start taking naps again."

I hear her giggle while I scratch my eyes under my glasses. I take them off and clean them up a bit before rested them back on my face. "I need to go now." She said. Leaning in, she gave me a kiss on the lips. Nothing to serious, but enough to know she shows her love. "Have a good day okay?"

I shrugged. "I'll try."

"What....the...absolute-"

"Buck?" One of the guards behind me muttered, looking what what had to be a Picasso painting made a building. I could say that right now, our brains were trying to figure out what was 2D and 3D and what wasn't either of them. The whole building just gave a middle finger to reality, and said "fuck you" to it.

I scratched my head, still pondering the existence of such a structure. Looking at it made me feel like I was looking at one of those illusions that made your brain think you were high. I mean, I wish I had some good MJ with me, but that was out of reach, and I wasn't sure if it was legal here or not.

Being the ever so brave one, I walked closer to the building. As we approached, the building turned into a square box. My brain was fucked sideways without any lube whatsoever. Hurling seemed like a good option right now. Reality was sorely fucked, the mind games this place was playing on me. I had a sleeping suspicion that Celestia made us go here on purpose. I frowned, maybe she really did hate the fact I had cock blocked her and this was revenge.

"It's like I'm in two places at once..." A guard behind me muttered to himself. The guard next to him nodded, agreeing. I couldn't but agree the guards. I was confused, reality was confused, and it seemed this place had no fucks to give.

Finally steeling my nerves and ignoring the protests my brain, begging me to not walk into the building, I step inside. The guards followed but looked very afraid of the inside. I mean, the inside wasn't as bad as the outside. Just...

"Welcome..." A voice called from all around. "You are brave getting this far." A hooded figure jumped off of somewhere and landed in front of us. Pulling back the hood, a Griffin looked up at us. The first thing I noticed that she was blind. Her hollow looking eyes gave it all away. "My name is Vein Hawk, regulars call me Ms. V."

"You are the one who works here? How can you make me a suit when you are blind?"

"How did I know you are here?" She asked, her voice void of emotion. "I hear to see and touch to feel color. I am the best there is in all the world. Gods come to me to get their outfits even."

I gave her a strange look, knowing full well she couldn't see my face. Confusion was strong, strong in all three of us. V gave us a blank stare, blinking her hollow eyes. "Um, my name is Christopher Robins, I am to marry Celestia soon. Within a month. Could you make me a suit."

"I could..." She nodded turning away. "But you never asked me if I will make you a suit either. You left an option in there."

Smart ass... "Okay...Will you make me a suit for me?"

"You didn't say please either."

I took a step forward and pointed a finger at her. "Now you're fucking with me!"

"What time did we mate? I do not remember mating with a strange creature like yourself." She said, using her hands to locate some object. "Although, it would be new..."

That sounded like she was interested, but no...too old. "GAH!!!" I slapped my face with both hands. "Will you please make me a fucking-suit?"

She turned back around. On her beak was a sharp looking smile, one that just rub salt in my wounds. Walking back over to us she studied me for a few minutes, making a few clicks and wines. V brought her claws on my shoulders and sniffed my neck. Then she fell back on all fours, walked around me three times, making even more noises.

"Height is runt mino...you are terribly under weight, almost starved...Your spine is bent, better stand straighter." She hummed more and scratched her neck. "Orange, yes...Oh, banana too, and perhaps a bit of cheery too. Take off you glasses, I must measure your head."

"For what exactly?"

"You don't ask about the fruit, but ask about the measurement of your head? I assure you, your brain is big enough if you managed to walk in here without throwing up a few times." I do as she says and take of my glasses. For a moment, everything is blurry. I see her claws go around my head. And after her whole routine, she falls back down. "A couple hours, and I should be done. You are frail, skinny, stickly. My father would bend you like a tornado does to a branch. Let's get to work."

"You kicked him out of the castle, to go get a suit?"

Celestia nodded, looking around for anypony else who could be over hearing their conversation. "He just cried while he was in the tub. How much has he given you to look at?"

Luna sighed and shook her head. "He made himself forget so hard, it's like another part of himself. Split personality syndrome I believe it is called these days. He's suffered much abuse, much has he forgotten belongs to another mind set like but also unlike his own." She shifted from where she was sitting and flicked an ear. "Much of Chris' dreams and memories are of the future and deeper parts of his past. Parts the soul itself locks away to the mortal mind. He is able to access it because of his ability to see the dead. He remembers dying six times. Warrior, traveler, scholar, diplomat, doctor, and he even practiced a bit of blood magic in his first life."

"Blood magic?" I asked, giving her a strange look. "On what exactly?"

"His glasses." Luna gave a little laugh out loud. "He kept losing them, so he bound them to his blood, and can show up any where at any time. He's a smart practitioner of the dark arts. Useful, and frivolous things alike."

"So...you don't know what he's so upset? Why he cried in the tub, knowing full and well he was about to have the time of his life?"

Luna rolled her eyes at her sister and shook her head. "Like I had said, he's shown all he could. A whole part of him keeps it hidden, berried under so much emotion. When it is time for him to unlock these emotions, these memories and feelings. He will suffer much, and once more will he feel the pains he felt during his childhood."

"You've wizened Luna."

"I had a thousand years to think about everything sister, and even this day I try to keep a race of nocturnal creatures afloat in a sea of solar dwellers. The Threstrals are like my foals now."

"I wonder..."

"About Christopher? His tears? Do not worry. He's accepted you as his lover and a guardian. He will fall to you to pick him back up. When he returns tonight, give him something to look forward to." She winked before she teleported away.

Celestia sighed, realizing Luna was right. Figuring out what to do next while she waited for the next pony who wished to complain to her about some stupid issue or another. "Send in the next." She declared.

In came a pony with a cowcolt hat on. She was orange with blond mane that was tied up. With a quick thought, she realized who it was. "Applejack, how nice you see you!"

The cowmare gave a small bow to the large princess. "Howdy your highness."

Celestia smiled. "Speak whenever you're ready."

"I'd like to speak with Chris if ya don't mind."

"He's out at the moment. Perhaps I can deliver a message to him?" Celestia offered to Applejack.

Applejack nodded. "If ya wouldn't mind askin' him to come on down to Sweet Apple Acres, I'd like for him to help mah family out."

"With what exactly?"

"Granny Smith passed away...a couple nights ago. It took some scrounging around the house to look for enough bits to get a train here...I-...I heard about his humany kind oh magic...and...I just want to know Granny's okay." The mare wiped her eyes, and she was one of the Elements of Harmony, one that rarely ever cried, on the outside. "I-....I heard from Twilight that Chris could uh....speak with the dead...Now, I'm unsure how he does it, or if it's just a human thing or not..."

"You want to know don't you? How she's doing? I could cross the river Styx to the underrealm and find her in the grand pastures."

Applejack shook her head. "T-that's mighty kind of you princess, but...I don't think she's left."

Celestia's eyes widened. "How can you tell?"

"Her rocking chair still moves...That's a heavy old thing, made of great oak, built to last four times as long as she has. Only a body can move it."

"Prancer!" Celestia called out. In a split second a guard ran into the room. "Fetch Christopher Robins, he's at V's place."

"R-really? T-there of a-all p-p-places?"

"He needed new clothes. Tell him I sent for you, and that's important he returns swiftly."

Prancer bowed. "As you wish!"

"Thank you princess, this means a lot to me."

"Your family wellfare means a lot to me. If you are upset, I find it my duty to aid you. Equestria still owes the Elements for what they've done."

Author's Note

WOO! HERE COMES THE COMMENT TRAIN!!!

Writing when I feel like it makes it easier to write. A couple hundred words here, a few dozen there, and maybe a thousand if I'm higher than cloud nine. Either way, I'm slow and deliberate with my writing.
Love V, she's a friend's OC. Blind Seamstress Griffin, Vein Hawk, 57 years old.