Name: Princess Twilight Sparkle

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Occupation: Princess of Friendship

Appearance: Mulberry-purple coat, sapphire-blue mane with pink and purple streaks, violet eyes, typical unicorn build despite being an alicorn

Session Number: 1

Once again, my day started with loud knocking at my front door that annoyed me to get out of bed and answer it.

“Oh right,” I yawned when I was greeted with the princess’s smiling face, “you’re supposed to come over today.”

“You didn’t forget, did you?” she asked as she trotted in and slid off her stuffed saddlebags.

“I tried,” I answered as I headed for the bathroom. With me still not being fully awake, I failed to notice the princess follow me in and watch me strip before turning the shower on.

“It almost looks the same,” I heard her mumble, making me notice her standing right next to me with a slight blush on her cheeks. I looked between her and my naked body a few times before pushing her outside and slamming the door behind her.

“Why’d you push me out? I need to observe you!” she shouted through the door. I just sighed heavily in response. Half-an-hour later I emerged from the bathroom half-naked, expecting the princess to still be in front of the door ogling me, but she was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t until I was halfway through getting dressed that I noticed my basket of dirty clothes shift. With a facepalm and another sigh, I stuck my hand into the pile and pulled out the princess with a pair of underwear on her head.

“What are you doing?”

“Observing in secret?” she said as her quill and parchment floated next to her, “I thought staying out of sight would help you act more naturally.”

“I don’t care if you’re watching me,” I replied as I snatched the garment off her head and put her down, “a little privacy when going into the bathroom would be nice though.”

“Hmm… I guess I can do that,” she said as I finished getting dressed before heading to the kitchen. She continued to follow and ‘observe’ me as I prepared some breakfast, humming in interest and mumbling to herself every so often. When I was finally sitting and about to eat, I noticed her scribbling had stopped and her eyes had focused on the French toast I’d made. Spearing a piece with my fork, I held it out to her and she quickly took hold of it with her magic.

“Thanks!” she said happily as she ate. After I had cleaned up, I went into the study and sat in my usual chair with some parchment and a quill. The princess of course followed after me and sat in the chaise longue right in front of me and kept up her observations. We sat in relative silence for a good half-hour before she let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Aren’t you going to do anything?”

“Like what?” I asked, keeping my attention on my drawing.

“I don’t know, go outside, go shopping, see your friends-”

“I don’t have any.”

“Well, I’m your friend, but I’m preoccupied with something.”

“If you didn’t decide to take up my whole day, I wouldn’t have had to reschedule the few appointments I had.”

“You didn’t have to do that; I would have quietly listened and let you work.”

“No, you wouldn’t have. I tried that before; no one says anything when they know others are listening and I just know you would have to say something.” She pouted at me before falling silent for a few more minutes.

“What are you drawing?” she asked as she tried to lean over and look.

“You.”

“Let me see!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah!”

“Alright,” I replied before flipping the paper towards her and showing her what I made. Her smile quickly faded before her cheeks puffed up, making me think she was mad, but she just busted out laughing instead.

“That’s hilarious!” she giggled, “I didn’t know you were so good at drawing!”

“I wasn’t at first. Considering you somehow don’t have pencils here, I had to get good.”

“Do you have anymore?” she asked giddily, confusing me for a moment.

“…Sure.” Moving over to my desk, I pulled a few files out of a drawer, careful not to let her see the names on them, and slipped out the drawings in them. Trotting up next to me, she looked over the drawings with a smile, but as she went through them, her smile slowly faded and eventually turned into a sad frown.

“There a problem, Princess?”

“N-no, I’m fine,” she quickly replied as she set the drawings down and shook her head, making her usual smile return, “w-why don’t we go outside? The weather team really outdid themselves today.”

“…Sure,” I replied before grabbing a jacket and clipboard. When we got outside, I quickly noticed that the princess’s statement about the weather wasn’t right; thick, dark clouds that threatened to rain if I looked at them funny floated above us instead of none at all.

“I could have sworn it was clear earlier,” she said as she too looked up.

“Did you come here from Ponyville?”

“No, I stayed with the princesses last night.”

“Well, that’s why,” I replied as I started walking down the narrow and dirty street.

“What do you mean?” she asked as she stayed close.

“The weather team doesn’t like to come all the way over here. Because, as I’m sure you know, this is technically the ghetto.”

“The what?”

“…You seriously don’t know what a ghetto is?” I asked as I looked down at her blank face, only to roll my eyes, “I guess not. Then again, I haven’t heard anyone else use the word. It’s basically a shitty part of town that gets neglected and has the reputation of housing not the nicest creatures. So, you know, I’m pretty at home here.”

“I-I see,” was all she said as we kept walking.

“But you are kind of right; today is better than usual.” A few minutes of walking down narrow streets led us to a larger one that led straight to downtown Caterlot and the castle; it was from there that I could see the nice weather the princess was talking about.

“So, what did-” I started but was interrupted by something poking me from behind. Turning around, I found a mare looking at me expectantly.

“A-are you the s-stallion?” she stuttered as she shifted uncomfortably.

“Depends,” I said as I looked over her malnourished body, “what do you need?”

“I… I just wanna talk.”

“Then I guess I am the stallion,” I replied as I looked at my clipboard, “…soonest I can get you in is next Thursday at… two. That work for you?”

“Y-yeah. I-I’ll be there,” she replied with a weak smile.

“Can I get your name?”

“Crystal Beth.”

“…Of course,” I said with a shake of my head as I wrote her name, “see you then.”

“What was that about?” the princess asked, making me remember she was with me.

“That, was how I get customers. Despite whatever you might think, I actually spend a lot of time outside whenever I’m not with someone.”

“…Was she alright?” she asked as she looked in the direction the strange mare went.

“Probably not, but I’m sure it’s not as bad as it looks,” I assured, “I hope to god it’s not.” I stood silently for a few moments before the princess put a hoof on my leg, knocking me out of whatever I was in.

“Anyway, I need to get some food.” Not bothering to ask if she wanted to come, I headed in the direction of a nearby market. The closer we got to it, the more shady looking ponies we came across and the closer the princess stuck to me.

“W-what’s that smell?” the princess asked as the market plaza came into sight.

“Food,” I answered as I made a beeline for a butcher shop. Holding the door for the princess, I let her walk into the rotten smelling store first, letting me witness and get some weird pleasure from the disgusted face she made before she covered her nose.

“You can wait outside if you want.”

“No. I’m fine,” she answered uncomfortably.

“Alright. Hey, Bloodwing,” I greeted the griffon at the counter.

“Ah, my favorite human,” he answered with his gravely voice that’s almost painful to listen to.

“I know you only say that because I’m the only one keeping your shop in business.”

“Hey, I give you best I got, don’t I?” he said as a slammed a big bag of meat on the counter.

“Yeah, it has the least amount of mold.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know I took the time to scrape the mold off this time.”

“Great, now I don’t have to do it,” I replied as I handed him his money and took the bag.

“What? Mold gives it flavor.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s salmonella.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Of course. See ya.” With that taken care of the princess rushed out of the shop and took a deep breath, only for her face to twist in disgust again since it wasn’t’ that much better outside.

“S-so, you eat meat?” she asked uneasily.

“Yeah. The vegetarian thing you guys tried to get me on didn’t stick. Anyway, let’s head back; I can tell you’re really uncomfortable.” The quick nod of her head was all the confirmation I needed to lead the way back to my place. When we got back and I stored my meat, I went back to sitting in my chair and drawing. The princess on the other had, just stood by the door with a blank face, a face I was actually familiar with.

“Come have a seat,” I said over my shoulder. It took a moment, but she eventually came over and lay down, not sat.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I-I’m just surprised.”

“By what?”

“…I-I don’t know. A lot of things.”

“Like what?”

“…D-don’t worry about it,” she said after a quick shake of her head before facing me, “I’m here for you.”

“…Of course.” We fell back into a silence that was filled with the sound of my scribbling and the occasional weird noise from outside.

“I-I think I’m going to leave,” she suddenly said as she got up.

“You sure? We have hours left,” I replied as the huge bag of bits I was shown before floated onto my desk.

“That’s alright, I’ve bothered you enough,” she said, surprising me.

“Uh… okay,” I said as I opened the door for her, “until next time, Princess.”

“Please, I’ve told you; call me Twilight. I’ll be back next Friday.”

“Of course.”

Observations: She really is a naïve young princess. The perfect world she grew up in hasn’t prepared her for the real one, the world I’m all too familiar with. It’s strange. I’m extremely comfortable here in the shittiest part of the capitol even though I used to live in the nicest of neighborhoods back on Earth. The things I never would have imagined doing or being around back home, are the things I feel the most comfortable with here. I’m glad she didn’t do her usual friendship shtick; I wouldn’t have been able to handle it again.

Author's Note

Here's a little look into the world our protagonist is part of. A little darker than what we know, but I also think it's believable. Thanks to FourthWallAfroBrony for the idea and like usual, keep the ideas coming.