A Realistic Note About Compatibility

Meanwhile, in another place and time that may or may not be related to the past story...

Please note that this is only slightly connected to the last chapter, so feel free to ignore this completely...

The bright white female figure held the scroll right atop her head. "Your faithful servant, Swish," she quietly repeated to herself. She flashed back to several other messages from the past few days. "Well, Twilight, I see your plans have apparently met with some kind of interesting end."

Princess Celestia finished reading the note as her smile grew wider and wider, her neck arching back. She magically lifted it aside and folded it up into a small square that slid easily into a nearby folder on the large gray generator machine behind her. She shifted her head side to side for a second before flying her mane and tail back.

Her twisted laughter filled the whole room. She blinked rapidly, almost crying from the power of her voice, and she stepped forwards against the guardrail. Her eyes drank in the whole entire storage room, steam bellowing out of the ceiling as gigantic pipes and vats coated with all manner of machinery stuck out all around her.

She leaned over a bit to the right and gazed down at the biggest vat of them all. Bubbles continually seeped through the thick, ominous looking red fluid. Pure, concentrated 'milk of amorous clover' had to be kept nicely warm for storage, after all. Celestia lowered her voice and spoke over at the vat.

"Dosages, my inexperienced human future associate," she murmured, "it's the dosages that are the key to everything. Not to mention the clear fact that the inexperienced should always seek out the older, more skilled rather than blunder about with their fellow inexperienced."

She flushed out her devious smile. Going back to her normal, regal-looking expression, she turned about and headed over toward the door. Her mind flashed through the various plans she needed to go through.

"Now, just to get back to figuring out how much President Chelsea Clinton would need, if she does ever show up here herself," Celestia said to herself, gazing through the window above the door at the office within, "Best to err on the over-usage side. After all, it's all in the name of interplanetary diplomacy." She stopped, her eyes shifting back at the huge collection of concentrated lust potion though her face remained aimed at the door. "And who says diplomacy can't be fun?"

She had already convinced herself by using the amazing word 'fun'. Taking a deep breath, the alicorn hopped over and slid underneath the guardrail behind her. She reached out and grabbed a nice, thick glob before sliding back into the middle of the platform. Panting for a quick moment, she thrust her hoof into her mouth and slurped it up in a split-second. Feeling her senses heightened already, she sped over to the main office door and pressed her face upon the nearby window, her breath fogging the glass.

"Oh, Miss Ambassador," Celestia called out with a sing-song voice, watching intently as the smartly-dressed human woman inside got up, "rather than doing more dreary negotiations, how about an--" She held up a hoof and drew a heart shape upon the fogged glass. "Early break?"

The End
(Or Maybe Not)
(Take Of It What You Will)