Remedial Lessons for Royalty
Author's Note
What I planned as a short little fic grew to like seventeen pages. I guess when it comes to inspiration, when it rains it pours.
Glad I could crank it out in two nightly sessions of writing. I'm fairly content with it overall. Or at least had fun writing.
Let me know what you think and enjoy. 
The Purrfessor Appears!
Mounds of files and reports cluttered Twilight’s royal desk. The oppressive workload that loomed above the head she had laid on the desk was not a foreign sight, as this time of the year was filled with political shifts and law changes, new treatise to dissect and approve of, and diplomatic assessments from various kingdoms across and beyond the land of Equestria.
A thin strand of drool hovered above an important dossier the Princess of Friendship was in the process of reviewing, but a rush of stress shot through her before it stained the paperwork.
She glanced from side to side, confirming that she was awake and not at all dreaming. The bags hung under her eyes lower than the moon in the sky.
“Coffee… Need coffee…”
Twilight rose out of her seat, powered only by her bodies overwhelming desire for something caffeinated enough to sustain it.
After a short, yawn filled trek through the crystal labyrinth of a castle she called home, she arrived at the kitchen to commence to the brewing of a piping hot cup of joe.
Once the brew had boiled enough to be ready, she took it off the heat and poured herself a mug, adding just the touch of milk and sugar needed to ensure the beverage would be as good tasting as it was good at staying away sleep.
She took a long sip, contemplating whether or not to even bother going back to finish it all.
There’s no way I’m getting this done by tonight. I mean, it’s not even tonight anymore, it’s practically tomorrow morning already.
With a defeated sigh, Twilight resigned herself to march back to the paper prison that was her royal office. She licked her lips savoring her only companion in these dead hours of the night that came with the territory of being an integral part of a monarchy of such a large and industrious kingdom.
Her eyes took turns doing their job of navigating her, one closing while the other opened, desperate to fight their host’s will to carry on through the lack of sleep.
Strangely, however, this section of the castle seemed particularly dark compared to the main living quarters.
Wait. None of these corridors look familiar. Ugh, I’m so tired I’m forgetting how to get around in my own castle.
She turned herself around and worked towards getting a grip on where she could actually be, but a light in one of the doors peppered along the walls nabbed her attention.
Hmm, that’s funny. Can’t say I remember coming here in awhile. They’re just old guest rooms used for storage.
Another yawn escaped Twilight, who downed the last of her coffee with a voracious gulp to get combat the drowsiness as she made her way to shut off the light.
The door creaked open, overloading the purple princess with far more light than she cared for at the moment. Her eyes strained against the visual flood, crying out for a return to the dark hallways and soft light of her work lamp.
The room eventually came into focus after some gentle rubbing, but the only thing Twilight’s mind could focus on was the blurry outline of a bed. Her hooves physically buckled at the mere suggestion of sleep offered by the furniture, causing her to flop onto the floor.
“Can’t sleep… Too much paperwork… gotta get up...”
As hard as she fought to get up, her muscles were limper than a noodle made out of jello. It seemed like Twilight had reached the end of the line and her work would remain unfinished and late, but a voice pulled her out of her stupor.
“Aww, what’s the matter? All pooped out?”
“Huh wha-?”
“Are you, Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, giving up that easily? The same pony that defeated ancient evils with one hoof and socio-political issues with the other, all while maintaining sparkling friendships along the way?”
Her eyes shot open, panic coursing through her veins stronger than any dosage of caffeine.
“Who’s talking? Is this a dream?”
Still nothing seemed to stand out in her eyes, though still fighting to bring everything into focus.
“Nope, that soul crushing stress and anxiety you’re feeling is far from a dream. But if it’s dreams you’re looking for, I am the cat you wanna talk to.”
The images swirling in her eyes began to lock into place. Right before her very eyes pranced a large black cat, clad in a heavily frayed pink cloak and pointed hat that stood out against the his dark coat.
Stunned by the sight, Twilight could do no more than question the strange creature that jauntily laid before her.
“What are you?”
He let out a soft, purr accompanied laugh.
“I’m whatever you need me to be.”
Twilight took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and counted to ten.
“This is all just a hallucination caused by extreme sleep deprivation, when I open my eyes again you’ll be gone and I’ll be getting back to wo-”
The cat still stood where he was before, though this time liking his paw.
“I think you really need me if think you're hallucinating. Now let’s just cut to the chase.”
He lifted his arm with a flourish, causing the cape behind him to flutter from the motion. In his hand he held a cane that matched his attire.
“I’m here to give you what you need. And you need a break from being a princess, don’t you?
“I don’t need a break from anything, I am a grown mare that works hard to make sure the job is done perfectly, no matter how tough it gets.”
The cat tapped on Twilight’s snout with the handle of his cane.
“Tsk tsk tsk. That’s exactly the kinda attitude I’m here to correct.”
He twirled his cane, transforming it into a small hand mirror.
“I mean look at you, is this really the face of a capable princess?”
Twilight barely recognized herself. The bags that hung below her eyes were far more intense than she remembered. Her hair was a disheveled mess and looked as if she needed a good shower. She sighed, the cat’s words making more and more sense as she pondered on them.
“I’ve just been swamped with royal work far more than ever. Do you know how much work a princess of Equestria has to deal with? It’s enough to drive anypony off the wall. Document and document, meeting after meeting I just can’t-”
Why in Celestia’s name am I even humoring what is clearly delusion of mine…
The cat smiled, morphing his cane back to its original shape and petting Twilight’s mane with his free paw. To the pony’s surprise his soft touch began make her mind feel warm and fuzzy.
“You liked going to school and learning, didn’t you Twilight. Well why don’t I take you back to those days? No paperwork, no royal duties to deal with, only the joy of learning how to be the best little princess you can be.”
“What exactly are you suggesting with all this?”
“I’m not suggesting anything. I’m merely here to present the facts to you. What you decide next is up to you.”
“Well what choice do I have? The work is due in the morning and I’m barely halfway through, it’s not like I can shirk my duties for a little cat nap.”
Smiling at the pun, he shook his can and in his paw he now held a large scroll.
“Ah, that is precisely where I come in.”
Gold lettering flashed into existence. Twilight jumped a little, but the paw gently comforting her head made her feel safe. The page read at the top “Purrfessors’s Remedial Lesson’s for Royalty”.
Her eyes made her way down the page, but before she could even get the gist of what the document said, the letters began to look odd and out of place to her. She stopped at a particularly long string of what looked like scribbles to her, and try as she might, she failed to parse anything from it. It all looked like nonsense, even the title had changed to some symbols she felt she’d never seen before in her life. In fact, though she just read it, she couldn’t seem to recall what it was at all.
The perplexed pony tried sounding out some of the things that looked familiar to her, but her words did not come out at all like anything resembling proper speech. The cat took his hand off her head, bringing Twilight’s attention back to him and strangely lifting some of the fogginess in her mind.
“All that you need to do, little one, is sign this little thing and I’ll take care of everything, understood?”
“But I can’t read it.”
Her voice sounded strangely more frustrated at her own inability to read than at the actual situation at hand.
The cat simply laughed.
“Then wouldn’t it be fun to learn to read like a big girl?”
He placed a colorful foil sticker in Twilight’s hoof. She could not quite understand what was on the sticker, but it shone with a wonderful shade of purple just like her.
“Just put this sticker at the bottom and I’ll ensure your reading at a kindergarten level in no time. Plus think of all the wonderful friend’s you’ll meet there.”
“That does sound fun bu-”
Wait, but I am a big girl. I can read, can’t I? I mean I thought I could. But the paper is all squiggly...
The more she struggled to think about it, the more all she could think about was how much she liked learning and the excitement of being able to read like a grown up.
When she looked back at the paper, it remained as undecipherable as ever. There was, however, a perfect place to put the sticker in her hood down. The more she looked at it the more she didn’t care about what the boring scribbles said. She just wanted to put a cool looking sticker on the paper so it would be more fun to look at.
Without another thought, she carefully placed it on the dotted line and felt a deep sense of comfort.
But before Twilight could dwell on it, she splashed into a large bathtub. The shock of going from bone dry to sopping wet caused her to shriek.
“What the hay!?”
Before she could react a bar of soap was lodged in her mouth and a frog shaped children’s loofah began to scrub her down amidst the rising bubbles foaming on the water’s surface.
Beside the tub, the cat sat on a plastic package, waving his cane around like a conductor's wand, guiding the movements of the scrubber scrubbing away at the the pony’s fur and mane
“Let’s watch our language, we’re not in class yet but the remedial lesson is already underway.”
Twilight spat the actually pleasantly apple scented soap out of her mouth.
“You dropped me into a bathtub without me even knowing! How is this even relaxing! Where even am-”
The squeak of rubber ducky floating beside her in the tub erased her train of thought. She turned away from the cat, her sole desire no rooted in watching the cute little object bob up and down amidst the soaping islands of the bathtub sea.
“A good little princess is clean, which you were clearly not before. So before we step in the classroom proper, you ought to look your best, right?”
Twilight thought hard about it, though her eyes and half of her mind were still absorbed in the squeaking plastic waterfowl.
He has a point. I can’t really remember the last time I took a decent relaxing bath like this instead of a rushed shower.
Her mind made up, she stopped fussing about it and simply began prodding the rubber ducky along while the black cat scrubbed her coat.
“There we are.”
The cat magically cradled Twilight out of the tub and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. With a flick of his can, the loofah became a towel and began drying every inch of the pony. With her coat mostly dry, a gust of warm wind erupted from the floor, giving the freshly bathed pony a blow dry finish.
“Squeaky clean. Now you really can live up to the name Twilight Sparkle.”
Twilight giggled, her mind fogging up to everything but the refreshing feeling of how nice it was to be bathed like that. She didn’t have to lift a hoof, everything was handled by someone else entirely.
As she looked back up to the cat, the room seemed to spin wildly, shifting from a bathroom to a dressing room filled with racks upon rack of dresses.
“Let’s get something nice and colorful on you.”
The cat snapped his paws, which sent dress after dress floating and fitting themselves on Twilight. She attempted to struggle against the layers after layers of fabric going on and off her, but it was all much too fast for her to resist.
“Aha, perfect.”
He nodded as a gorgeous looking purple pink princess dress clothed his fashion model. The colors popped while bringing Twilight's own natural colors out well against the perfectly placed white accents and ruffly material. Several small bows wrapped themselves around her horn, man and tale, as long as bright bulbous object clipped to Twilight’s chest that she didn’t seem to notice.
“Now for the pièce de résistance.”
He got up from the package he sat on and cut it open with his cane. From it he retrieved a thick rectangular shape.
“Is that a diaper?”
Twilight scrunched her snout.
“No, nu-uh, the dress is fun and all but I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Nonsense, it’s the most important part, just take a look and you’ll understand everything.”
The cat showed the front of the folded padding to the put off pony.
The diaper itself was massive, fit for a grown mare not a foal. It was adorned with very spacey designs like nothing Twilight had ever seen before, especially on one this large.
The swirling of the stars all along the white padding made it hard to focus on anything but the diaper displayed before her. The landing zone itself drew her gaze in the most. It shone like the night sky with a shower of color, like an ever shimmering aurora borealis localized entirely within the confines of the crinkly garment.
Every single objection she had to wearing the diaper melted away, replaced with all the pros of putting it on. Comfort, convenience and safety in case of an accident, how well it match her prissy princess dress, the ever present crinkle of the plastic. At this point she didn’t understand why she wasn’t wearing one right now.
Instinctively she laid down, pulling the skirt of her dress out of the way and raising her rump into the air. Purrfessor stuck Twilight’s pacifier in her mouth as he began to unfold and wrap the diaper around Twilight’s waist. The padding hugged her body in the perfect embrace. She gave a firm pat to the front of it, feeling small puffs of powder out as the airy fabric gave way.
The now prim and proper prissy princess got up and examined her completed ensemble in the mirror.
The image staring back at her made set her heart aflutter.
This is… me? But how I’ve never worn anything this over-the-top and outright weird. I don’t understand why this, no, everything, feels so right. Like it’s just what I needed. And the more I try to tell myself it's dumb the more my mind-
“Now class can finally begin!”
The curtain to the dressing room was pulled away, which revealed a large classroom. Twilight was torn from er thoughts. She looked back to the racks of dress only to find that they were no longer there at all.
Every location shift blurred her senses, but it didn’t really matter all that much to her. The less she worried about silly things like that the less time she had to focus on the ruffles of her outfit, or the bows dangling off her mane, tail and horn, or the softness of the padding against the desk she now sat in, positioned right at the head of her class as she liked it.
Twilight turned to get used to her surroundings. All things considered it was far more like a nursery dressed up like a classroom than a proper kindergarten class, though there were a variety of posters that offered valuable information for those who would call this room their own. From colors, to shapes, to all the numbers below twenty, a wealth of toddler knowledge was in store from the walls alone.
At the ends of the rooms were shelves of foalish books and toys, as well as colorful play mats and play pen.
The rows of desks were each populated with a veritable zoo of stuffed plushies. They stood motionless, but to Twilight the room felt the same as if it was filled with actual other ponies.
“Ahem.”
Twilight shot back, her full attention on the Perfessor standing on top of his desk to lead the class.
“Welcome, my dear little students. My name is Purrfessor and I’ll be your teacher for the day. How about we get started with our class pledge. Little Twilight, how about you lead us today?”
“But I’m new, I don’t know the ple-”
“Don’t be silly, of course you know it. Every foal knows it by heart.”
Just before she could protest further, the words came to her and pushed their way out of her mouth.
“I pledge to be a good filly,”
The plushies seated in their desks didn’t respond, but still Twilight gave them ample pause in between.
“To share my toys during every playtime, to cuddle and kiss every plushie big and small, to be proud of my diapees wet, dry, or messy, and to uphold the standards foalhood, or forever be put in time out.”
As she finished, Twilight realized that in the middle of her short mantra she had risen out of her seat and was in the middle of a dainty curtsy, showing off the brim of her newly acquired thick padding to the rest of the class.
“With our daily routine out of the way, let’s just jump into our first lesson, shall we.”
A slotted wooden tray appeared on all of the students desk, along with several colored shapes.
“Miss Twilight, could you come up and give us a little demonstration of shapes and color?”
Though a bit hesitant, she got out of her seat and waddled up to the desk where a set of shapes and slots lay ready for use.
Purrfessor shifted his cane into one of the shapes and held it up to the class.
“Does anyone know what color this is?”
Twilight wracked her brain to find an answer. It seemed obvious, but the exact word escaped her vocabulary. She pondered, staring at the shade before her until the most clever thing she could think of came out of her mouth.
“It’s pretty!”
The black cat simply smiled, patting the pony on the head.
“While you’re quite right, that’s not the answer I was looking for. This is purple.”
He repeated the color’s name, adding extra emphasis on each individual syllable.
Twilight mouthed the word carefully, struggling to get a grip on the exact pronunciation, but finally, after some effort managed to nail it.
“Purple! Purple Pretty!”
“Right. Now, as for the shape, can you tell which hole this goes in?”
This should be easier, I mean there’s only a one, ten, five, nine, three…
She tried to count out the different slots, but the numbering got more and more ridiculous and nonsensical as she continued. Rather than think about her absurd counting, she began to just grab the pretty purple shape and drag it across the surface of the board. To her frustration, it seemed to fit nowhere at all.
“Twilight, you’ll never get anywhere that way. Think about what kind of shape it is.”
“Pretty?”
“Allow me to assist.”
He guided her hoof right over the square shape, where it perfectly fit in. Then he outlined the shape with his paw for Twilight to see.
“Square, this is a purple square.”
The princess mouthed along, forming the words and giggling as she began to draw the connections in her head.
Purrfessor and his student spent the next several minutes going through the rainbow of colors and array of basic geometric designs in front of the classroom.
When they finished, Twilight was dismissed back to her desk, visions of the different shapes bouncing colorfully in her head.
“How about we switch things over to something a bit more at the level of our class here. I seemed to have overestimated the abilities of my students.”
He flipped through a notebook labeled lesson plans that he withdrew from his drawer until he found the perfect activity for Twilight’s level.
“A pop quiz in potty training is perfect. Twilight, why don’t you come up again, you just look so eager to participate today.”
She gulped, apprehensive about the prospect of potentially bombing the quiz. Purrfessor gave her a reassuring glance.
“Don’t worry too much, think of it as a participation grade. You’ll do just fine.”
Purrfessor flipped her skirt up with his cane as she stood at the the head of the class.
“Alright, now why don’t you turn around and show everyone your pretty little diapee?”
Twilight did as directed, her rump wiggling and crinkling as she cantered.
“Good, good. Now we can begin. Question number one: are you a big girl?”
Her cheeks flushed brightly. Every fiber of her being told her to say yes, but the poof spreading her legs apart gave her of the true answer. With a whimper, she spoke.
“No…”
“Complete sentences if you want full credit. So what was that?”
“No, I am not a big girl.”
“There we go, correct. A big girl would at the very least be wearing pull ups or using something like this.”
He threw his cane on the ground and it metamorphosed into a training potty in the shape of a giraffe.
“Now for the next section, all you gotta do it use it.”
Psh, this’ll be the easiest quiz I’ve ever taken.
Eager to showcase her knowledge, she positioned herself perfectly on the tiny toilet. Her hooves tested on the the giraffes handle shaped ears and closed her eyes. The muscles loosened, giving her body free reign to do its job. The telltale hiss of piss pouring out of Twilight was more than enough to elicit a hearty smile on the pony’s face.
“I’m doing it! I’m a big filly!”
Purrfessor giggled at the overjoyed mare seated in front of him.
“You sure that’s correct?”
Twilight scoffed.
“Of course! Look my diapee’s dry, see?”
She brought her hoof down and pressed on her diaper. It squished in response, spreading the warmth stored within across her flank. She rose up, her head hung in defeat like her padding hanging from use.
“Close but no rattle. You forgot the very important step of removing you diaper.”
Twilight pouted a bit as she waddled away, no longer upset about the quiz but about what Purrfessor said.
Why would I ever want to do something like that? Potty’s are silly. Who needs that when you have diapees, geez.
He retrieved his cane, wiping it with clean with a handkerchief he procured from his under his hat.
“I’ll still give you an A for effort and demonstrating to your peers how not to use a the potty.”
“Since I know a certain someone here likes a little science, why don’t we conduct a little experiment? I will be needing a lab partner, however...”
Twilight’s hoof practically bolted to the ceiling, her mind wiped of the previous embarrassment and fully focused on the scientific endeavors to come. Purrfessor eyed the class thoroughly amidst the pony’s frantic flailing before settling on the pony waving about.
“Were going to mix everything we see here to make a special potion. With the right ingredients, anything is possible.”
Twilight’s mind raced to think of all the possibilities; potion to make her diaper thicker and puffier than ever? Or how about something to make her dress even prettier? Or maybe just something that tastes even yummier than candy?
Without waiting another moment for instructions from Purrfessor, she began mixing anything colorful she could find into a beaker.
Purrfessor did nothing but smile and watch as his little student played without a care in the world.
As Twilight dropped the last vial of liquid she could find, a bright pink puff of smoke exploded through the classroom. She coughed violently, fanning away excess fumes emanating from the reaction.
When it cleared, she felt a strange sensation throughout her body. Her rump felt bloated and heavy. Twilight couldn’t help it as she plopped down onto the floor. Every move she made felt like she was touching a diaper, crinkling at every little moment. Her insides too felt different, with her tummy sloshing about with a satisfying warmth that spread out through the rest of her. When she finally looked at herself, she realized that her dress and diaper was gone, leaving only a surface that mimicked the padding she was just wearing..
“And that, class, is how you make a diaper critter transformation potion. Give Twilight a hand, she really must have done her homework if she could pull of something like that.”
The now crinkly pony didn’t even stop to think how she could have known that’d work. Rather than dwell on the why, she eagerly basked in the pride of doing a job well done.
“While we have a perfect specimen up here, why don’t we move on to a quick biology lesson.”
Twilight stared blankly ahead trying to remember what biology meant, when she felt her mouth suddenly open wide.
“As you can see, a diaper critter is completely made of the same material a diaper is made out of, inside and out. Fluffy and puffy on the within, smooth and plasticy without.”
He took his paw off the lower part of her crinkly maw he held open.
“The design of Twilight’s new form perfectly emulates the pallet her previous. There is a good balance of the varying hues of purple the princess here is known for which now make up the plastic coat and mane, as well as the various tapes and ruffles you find throughout. Though now you can see her belly is a bright white.”
The cat gave her a little tummy rub.
“Interestingly, one’s senses are highly amplified in this state. The simplest tickle in the right spots can feel infinitely pleasurable.”
Twilight giggled madly, her body quivering ever so slightly.
“And with enough stimuli, they take on a new state.”
A loud hiss that filled the classroom but a few moments ago once again made its presence known. Purrfessor felt a Twilight’s belly grow hot and heavy until the flow subsided.
“As you can see by the yellow discoloration along the white belly, our resident Princess has once again shown us her mastery of un-potty training. But in her new body, relieving oneself feels as fulfilling as regular ponies would having a nice meal.”
Twilight couldn’t think of a better way to put it. She felt completely satisfied, as if she jumped from hungry to full in an instant.
Purrfessor pat her mushy tush to get her up.
“Overall diaper critters are pretty fascinating, aren’t they? Well I think that was thorough enough, why don’t you take a seat?”
Twilight crinkled all the way back to her seat, though when she sat down, she found herself back to her usual pony like self and back in her regal looking attire and not so regal looking wet diaper that felt ever so slightly wetter than before.
“You all did a wonderful job during class, so I think you all deserve some play time.”
Purrfessor turned his cane into a vinyl record and spun it on his claw. The air was filled with fanciful sing alongs songs. As the pleasant and vibrant notes hit Twilight’s ears, she wanted nothing more than to babble along and scour the class for things to play with.
Twilight mindlessly frolicked from activity to activity whilst humming along, only really getting the words right during the chorus of the songs which she apparently knew by heart.
Now fully wrapped up in the joys of free time, she went from stacking block on one end of the room, to rolling a colorful contraption that popped balls up in a plastic dome as it went along the carpet, to taking turns hugging all of her animal friends and going on imagination fueled adventures with them.
All the while her diapered rump crinkled along, growing noticeably more swollen and droopy as their recess played out. A certain pungent odor even began to make itself known in the air around the prancing pony.
Twilight, however, surely didn’t notice or even care that she may have done more than just pee in it as she played. Her diaper simply squished and squashed around as she waddled her rump around and bounced gleefully in her seat playing with plastic teethers and sliding bead puzzles among the plethora of foalish delights.
The state of her padding was far from first thing on her mind, but every time the soft cloud wrapped around her waist wriggled against her movements she couldn’t help but be reminded of the comfort it provided.
After a dozen or so songs had played to completion, the record revolving around Purrfessor’s claw turned back into a cane which he caught mid spin.
“Alright class, you’re all looking a little tuckered out from your free time. I think a little nap time is in order.”
The desks that were once neatly arranged were now replaced with an equal number of comfy looking cots.
Twilight let out a yawn, remembering how tired she was at the start of all of this. Despite the sudden tidal wave of the once familiar drowsiness, she wanted to keep playing with all the friends she made just as much as she wanted to continue working originally.
As her head began to spin from tiredness, a paw tugged on her hoof and lead her to her mat.
“C’mon, this way.”
The princess pouted, resisting as much as the tired pony could. Purrfessor didn’t have to try hard to sway the pony his along.
“But I wanna stay her and keep playing…”
Purrfessor nabbed the pacifier clipped to her dress and plopped it in her mouth.
“We’ll play again some other time, worry not. But isn’t it about time you slept? A foal princess can’t play if she’s all pooped out, now can she?”
Twilight’s eyelids drooped, no longer in the realm of her control. Her mind was set adrift in dreamland, sailing to islands filled with comfy diapers, plushies, and toys, all alongside her newest friend, Purrfessor.
* * *
Twilight jolted awake to the sound of the sizzle of a stove top in the castle kitchen. Before her towered a scrumptious looking stack of flapjacks, with whip cream and various berries adorned all around. Luna sat at the table in front of her sipping a glass of milk, while Celestia flipped a pancake onto her stack, which was naturally the tallest of the three ponies’, and took her seat as well.
“Good morning, dear Twilight. Sleep well?”
‘What happened, where’s Purrfessor?”
“But he was in the room and then he took me to the class with the-”
She stopped herself mid sentence rather than reveal anything she felt they didn’t need to know.
“The professor? Do you mean your friend there?”
Twilight looked down to see a worn out grey plush. It looked a bit ragged, with darkened swatches and tufts of a fur held together by stitches running across its body. One of its eyes was x-ed out with needlework, while the other had a emerald green button. It stood on its hind legs, giving it a much more imposing look despite its plush appearance
Luna responded with a mouth full of syrupy goodness.
“He’s an old friend of ours from when we were young rulers.”
Celestia chimed in, pour copious amounts of mapley sweetness on her own pancakes.
“I don’t see what he could be doing here though.”
She shot a coy glance at Luna.
“Did you by any chance leave it here? Maybe during a party or meeting?”
“We don’t recall ever doing such an act.”
“Well whatever the case may be, it seems Twilight here has grown fond of our old playmate.”
She looked right into the young princesses’ eyes, who was still perplexed over the question of what was real or not. Her mentor’s kind stare calmend her, however.
“We know the stress of being a princess can eat away at the toughest of ponies on the worst of days. Don’t be afraid to reach out to those around you for a little help. Not only do you have good friends, but teacher’s that care about your well.
“Trust us. We’ve been where you are now.”
The two sisters went on, eating their breakfast as nonchalantly as ever.
“But what about my paper work. I feel way better but there’s still-”
“Taken care of. Let’s just say even royalty can call for a sick day in times like this.”
Luna chuckled.
“If you ever want to borrow the professor again, send a letter next time. He was made for this sort of thing. Just don’t wait till the last second or he might show up whenever he feels the time is right again.”
Twilight stared at the stuffed cat expecting some sort of response. But of course there was nothing but silence as she took some syrup for her meal.
“Umm, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna?”
“Yes, Twilight?”
“If I don’t have anymore paperwork or meetings for the rest of the week, you think you could just leave him here now”
The sisters smiled, looking at each other knowingly.
“Sure thing. That is if you don’t mind sharing him. It’s been a busy political season for us too, you know.”
Twilight laughed, holding the plush Purrfessor tight as she dug into her pancakes.
“Gladly. It’s part of the pledge, you know.”
The two sister joined in on the laughter, any thoughts about the work ahead of them long left behind.