A Janitor's Duty

The Canterlot Plaza, the place where you would find only the most refined and wealthy ponies imaginable. Usually you would see the same bunch of rich folk walking around the plaza, going to the fanciest of shops, buying the most expensive products they can. One time, you saw a gentle-colt dumping twenty thousand bits on a new top hat. You felt like these wealthy ponies were just rubbing it in, boasting about how rich they are, but some were actually nice to talk to, which is a rare occasion. Here in Canterlot, when these ponies talk to each other, they either talk about business, the economy, or literally just money.

Oh, money was a nonstop subject you would hear from nearby gentle-colts and couples. You honestly felt sorry for them. You felt like they were cooped up here, never setting foot outside of it, even for family matters. You didn't think that rich people were selfish. However, you did think that they were absolutely bored with their lives. They just have nowhere to go that isn't further up the food chain. You doubted that they even heard of a farm or a candy shop. Poor bastards....

Guess that's how the rich people live, you thought.

You were going through the plaza with your hands in the pockets of your jean shorts while wearing your favorite white penny tee and walking in your old flip flops, looking for the clockwork shop that you constantly had to visit because you can't seem to unleash your anger on anything else other than your alarm clock. The sun was pouring warmth onto the back of your neck and legs, and you could see your shadow stretched along the smooth brick floor, imitating the moves you were making. You weren't really a summer person, but the warm air did feel good. It wasn't too scorching and the breeze kept it cool. You often referred the outside breeze as "Mother Nature's air conditioner."

Today was indeed a good day to be out. Not a lot of clouds in the sky and the few that were there were small or thin, although you did remember the big ass storm that the weather patrol was going to create tomorrow. But that was the least of your worries right now. You had to get a new alarm clock.

Not only that, but you were thinking of what your inner conscience said to you. The requirements to wooing the princess of the moon. You wondered if these things were really what you needed to do so. Made you thought your conscience was just joking around, but you're reminded of the seriousness in his tone upon saying it. So you went down the list in your mind:

Tuxedo: Check

Cologne: Not check

Breath spray: Not check

Hair gel: Not check

Hair cut: Not check

Nail clippers: Not check

Well, one out of six items isn't so bad. Least you got one of the tough parts out of the way. You were going to get these items tomorrow, anyway, so there's no need to worry about them now.

Oh...right...tomorrow.

You almost forgot about the other thing you had to do tomorrow. You had to make the throne room spotless for Cadance and Armor's anniversary ball on Friday. Now you began to wonder about the time it was going to take you to clean that enormous empty room. It would seem easy, if you exclude the ginormous pillars, the large-ass glass pane windows, the impossibly hard-to-reach ceiling, and the delicate nature of Celestia's throne. You did have the golden bracelet given to you by her highness to make it a little more easy, but you just hoped that was an understatement. Even with that magical item, you felt like it was going to take you well too long to get it done and have time to get all the items required for your chance with Luna at the ball. Not only that, but you were worried about what would happen if you wore the bracelet, for the princess of the sun did not know of any side effects that could be life-threatening. Only time will tell...

Well, it was time your head got back to reality and your eyes to start bringing the images back into your head, like the well dressed colt that's headed right towards you--oh boy.

BAM!

With no warning from the both of you, you and the colt fell flat on your bums and began rubbing that pink spot on your forehead. Moaning and feeling like you were going to pass out, the both of you started to regain your clearing vision and you were the one to start apologizing.

"Ah, sorry man. I didn't know where I was walking," you said as you were still rubbing that spot on your forehead like it was actually going to do anything. Sorry, it just doesn't.

"Well, you should KNOW better than to bump into the PRINCE of Canterlot, you unholy scab!"

That voice...you've heard it before, but you wanted to pray to the pony gods that it wasn't him. You slowly raised your head as did he, and there you saw the tormentor of poor ponies before you. Your eyes didn't betray you, for it was indeed him. The narcissist, the self-lover, the spoiled rich kid in every wealthy family movie. People like you would refer to him as a snobby prick, but here, the ponies knew him only as...

Prince Blueblood

Oh, man, where to start with this guy. In the best words to describe him, he's a very narcissistic pretty colt with nothing to show for but his masculine cologne, garments you feel like he's wearing the same of everyday, and a puffy attitude if there's anything not relating to him. However, he was a very handsome one as well, you couldn't deny that. His mane looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, his body looked chiseled on every part, and his teeth were as bright as the sun and as white as fresh snow. But, back to the puffy attitude mentioned earlier. This guy has a pretty nasty temper when it comes to situations involving him. He wants to make sure everything goes his way, or else. Alas, he's all bark and no bite. When Blueblood is in control of the situation, he wants the others to know that he is. But if the tables turn on him, he shatters like a box of fragile wine glasses tumbling down the stairs.

Yeah, this colt's a pretty big wimp, and that's saying something.

Anyway, you and the prince stared at each other until you both turned your head in disgust. You were not friends, but then again, who would be when it comes to Blueblood? You were the one to get up first, and you couldn't tell if it was guilt or just a common courtesy thing controlling your body, but you offered the prince a helping hand up. First time you ever offered assistance to someone you hate, and it felt weird. It felt...somewhat good.

What happened next was weirder. He actually accepted your offer, which was a first for him. You helped him up and brushed his shoulders for some apparent reason, but that's were the caring stopped, because he immediately slapped your arm away ,shouting,"Don't touch me!" You put your hands back to the pockets of your shorts as you asked the "beloved" prince a simple question.

"So, what are you doing here, prince? Some mare owe you some tail or something?" you said with a slight chuckle under your breath. You always wondered who this colt hasn't smashed lately. Probably that charm of his that always seems to get a mare in bed with him, including Rarity one time.

Blueblood tried to look as refined as possible as he responded to your question,"Well, if you must know, peasant, I have been called up to the throne room by the one and only Princess Celestia. Something of important business that someone like you wouldn't understand in the slightest."

Really...

You wanted to dust what he said off your shoulder as nonsense, but it instead sparked your curiosity, so you wanted to know more of this "important business."

"Oh, sure I will. I can take it. Come on, what this 'business' your so keen on getting to?"

Blueblood just laughed to himself at your supposed stupidity."You could read every word in the dictionary, and you STILL wouldn't know what I'm talking about! Ahh, humans..."

Well, so much for the peaceful approach to the subject. Now you had to bring out the big guns and force it out of him. You knew what to say next. So with a nasty smirk, you said...

"At least I don't take advantage of mares while they're drop-to-the-floor drunk after a big ball. Too bad I can't say the same for you."

Blueblood's smile was gone in an instant and a glare to you appeared in his sapphire eyes. He knew what you were talking about and he wanted you to shut up. Yet you continued on.

"Poor Rarity. Still doesn't remember what happened that night she got hammered and 'hammered'. Oh, if only someone were to tell her the truth..."

The prince was now grasping your shirt by the collar, his breathing more intense, and his eyes aflame with hate. He managed to produce words, even with how much anger was inside him at the moment.

"You swore...you wouldn't tell ANYPONY about that night! You. SWORE."

Unlike him, you were keeping your cool and responded in regards to his hot breath and spit hitting your face.

"What makes you think I did? You think I'm that kind of person/pony that would break a promise? Ahah, no. Your little incident is still safe with me. Though I'm not sure about how you're going to explain with what your doing RIGHT NOW..."

It was then Blueblood looked away from you and began to see almost all the ponies who stopped in their tracks to stare at the colt manhandling an innocent human. Felt like he wasn't going to break out the jam he was in, but you remembered the previous times he was in jams like this. He always seems to find an excuse to break out of a situation, and it actually working. So, putting you down, he laughed nervously and began to form the perfect sentences for this predicament.

"Oh, uhh. We were just rehearsing...a-a-a scene......err....from a play! Yeah! A play! I-i-i-i-t's a VERY dramatic scene, as you may have seen. That'll just m-m-make the play that much more interesting! Don't you think? He he he..."

You didn't know what was more outrageous, Blueblood's "innocent" acting, or the fact that the other ponies bought it and moved on. One even said to us,"Good luck!" as she was walking by. Honestly, you don't know how he does it.

Regardless, the subject remained at hand between the two of you. You still wanted to know at least what the meeting with Celestia's all about with the prince.

"Now that that's out of the way, can I have my answer? Or should we 'rehearse the scene' again?" you asked re-adjusting your shirt and dusting off your shoulders.

Blackmail was the one thing you didn't like doing unless the one your doing it to is a total douche, which was Blueblood in this case. Anyone else though, it would be the last thing you'd want to think about. This, however, was a special case. If everypony knew about the prince having sex with the element of generosity while she was passed out drunk, he could kiss his title goodbye as well as his career. He didn't want none of that. It would be a secret forever lost if you didn't peek through the slightly open door of the prince's quarters that night. You would've told everyone right off the bat if you weren't so merciful. You felt like everybody deserved a second chance, even when they really

screwed the pooch.

Or in this case, Rarity.

It didn't take long for Blueblood to succumb to your request and decided to give you the answer, seeing no way out of this situation. That's the one thing he hated about you. Always using his secret as your trump card when you want something from him. He couldn't have anything else to counter it; pretty much a duel he could not win so long as you had his secret in your hands.

"Fine, fine. The truth is I pretty much have no idea why the princess of the sun called me up to the throne room. She's really uptight about private business falling into the wrong hands. I just hope it's not for the reason we both think. Heaven knows how many colts she had the past millennium, even in her teenage years," he shuddered at the thought of how open those pink lips might have been after so many colts big and small being in her. Then you started to get the same feeling. Gross.

"So that's all you know, then?" you said, seeing if you could get more information out of the prince. Jeez, it felt like you both were in an interrogation room and you're the cop who's pretty shoddy at his job.

Blueblood only nodded and proceeded to walk the opposite direction of where you were walking and making his way towards the main palace. He then stopped, only to say one more thing to you before meeting the princess. Felt like he was almost about to puke upon saying the words.

"And if you ever see Rarity, tell her that I'm....sorry for all that I did to her all these years. That way she still won't know the incident."

Now that was a shocker. Not once in his entire life has Prince Blueblood ever apologized to anypony he's ever met. Technically this was no different, but you did feel like he wanted to change. Deep down, you saw somepony who was unhappy and wanted, no...needed to change his life. Maybe one day that time will come where you will see a true prince, who is honest, loyal, and courageous.

Although a part of you denied that fully with no question. Still, you had hope for him.

It took you a solid ten seconds to think about it, until you finally nodded to Blueblood's request. With a slight smile on his face, the prince continued his journey, as did you. Now with that out of the way, you were able to pursue the task of getting another alarm clock.

But for some reason you felt uneasy. You didn't know why, but you had this weird feeling in your gut. You haven't felt this way in a while, but when you did, you remembered the sweating, the eyes darting back and forth, the heart beating more rapidly. Then the feeling was recognized just as quickly as it came.

Somepony was following you...