Author's Note

Pretty sure this was not the "One Little Slip" Sequel you guys were expecting. Sorry about that! The potential of another sequel starring Thunderlane is absolutely open, but this plot bunny just sort of hit me out of the blue and I had to write it down. I've been wanting to do a story with Blueblood for some time now, and this was the perfect chance. Hopefully he'll undergo some good behavior changes, and Mesma is definitely on the side of good this time around, and can further it here.

I hope you guys enjoy it!

Royal Requests

Mesma had come a long way in her time since being sentenced to community service by Princess Celestia.

She had fulfilled her dream of becoming a mother, and was now a proud Mommy to a beautiful baby boy she had adopted. She had spent her time helping addicted foals stabilize in hospitals, and hadn’t used her special talent for anything malevolent since her triumphant debut in Motherhood. She hadn’t felt the need. Her greatest wish had been fulfilled, in the most unexpected way. No pony on earth, in the afterlife, or otherwise, had more than she did now. A rewarding career, a beautiful son, and blossoming friendships, one of which was between herself and Princess Celestia.

Princess Celestia had checked in with her often while she had been serving her community service, but even after it ended, they had tea once in a while. Sometimes Mesma wondered if that was because the Princess harbored some guilt for her hoof in her troubles, but she thought more of the time that she and the Princess were developing a bond. So she wasn’t at all surprised when she got a letter from the Princess asking her to have tea on her day off.

She arrived in a small tea room in Canterlot Castle, where the Princess was pouring tea for them. Earl Grey, Mesma’s favorite. A tray of scones- vanilla bean as it appeared, lay between the two china cups on a platter. The Princess looked up to her and smiled.

“Mesma, please come in, and have a seat.” The Princess offered.

Mesma nodded. “Thank you, Princess. How have you been since our last visit?”

“I’ve been well. Coordinating a delegation with diplomats from Saddle Arabia this past week.”

“That sounds intriguing.”

“It’s always interesting to see whom will be around the table. How have you been, Mesma?”

“I’m doing great. The addicted foal I have been working with was finally approved to be taken to a family, free of all ailments. It was wonderful.”

Celestia grinned. “That is wonderful. And your son?”

Mesma grinned right back at her. “My Strong Shield is growing so fast. He’s almost sitting up on his own now.”

The light in Celestia’s eyes brightened. “How fantastic. I’m very happy to hear that!”

Mesma bowed her head slightly in gratitude. “Thank you very much. He’s such a smart little boy.”

“I’m sure he is.” She said. Mesma wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard an odd tinge of regret in her majesty’s voice. Mesma was beginning to suspect that the Princess had brought her here for more than just a friendly tea.

They talked a few minutes more, about inconsequential things, before lapsing into a short silence. For Mesma it appeared to be a nervous one for her liege.

“Mesma, I have a confession to make.” Said Celestia.

“I’m guessing this wasn’t just a friendly visit?”

Celestia looked about as sheepish as a royal could look, which wasn’t much at all, but the fact that it had happened was enough to stun Mesma. “You would be correct. I’d like to ask you for a favor, but you might not be comfortable with what I am asking of you. I want you to know that you can decline at any time.” She said.

“Alright.” Said Mesma slowly. “Tell me what it is.”

“Do you recall my nephew, Prince Blueblood?”

The image of a white stallion with flowing honey colored locks appeared in her mind. “Yes, I do.”

“I am afraid my nephew has a very bad… attitude problem.” She said carefully. “I’ve had reports from the castle servants about his behavior, and it is simply unacceptable, not just for royalty to behave that way, but for anypony. He’s flipped a tray of tea onto a maid when it was not to his specifications, stomped on plenty of hooves, has shown a total disregard for the hard work of his personal staff. By all accounts, he has turned into a pony that I am not proud to call my nephew, and I cannot stand to see what he has become. He used to be so energetic and sweet when he was a colt, and I don’t know how he has turned into what he is now.”

Mesma nodded carefully. “I can understand that but… What does this have to do with me, Princess?”

“I do not like to bring up the past if it can be helped, but… Do you remember what you did for Thunderlane?”

Mesma winced at the reminder of trying to make the grown stallion into her foal, but she nodded anyway. “I do.”

“I was hoping you might use your skills to do a lesser version of that for my nephew.”

Mesma’s jaw dropped. “You want me to… I’m sorry, what?”

“My goal is to instill humility and… re-raise him in essence, to shape him into a good pony. But without the… complete infantilization aspect.”

“I-“ Mesma tried to find something to say, but she could find nothing for a long time. “I don’t know what to say.” She admitted. “I’m flattered that you’re asking me this but… I don’t think I can do that. I can’t control some pony that way again. Now that I have my son, I cannot imagine somepony doing that to him, and likewise I could not do it to somepony else.”

“I understand the magnitude of what I am asking you to do, and I appreciate how difficult it would be for you. But I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you would be the one to change him. I think that there is much my nephew has to learn, and love that he needs to be given. I want to give him the time he deserves, but with everything going on at this point, I cannot. I need some pony I trust to help turn him into a true prince. I will set limitations on how far you may go with him, should you feel you need them. But I truly believe you will not need that. You can do this. I believe in you.”

“You do?”

Celestia smiled and nodded. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could do it.” She affirmed.

Mesma’s mind surged with possibilities of what might go wrong, but the statement I believe in you blocked out any self doubt. Slowly, she began to nod.

“Alright. I’ll do it. When should I start?”