Welp here we go again, chapter three. I must admit I didn't expect this sequel to pick up some many likes in such a short time, but I'm grateful for every single one none the less.
It's you guys who inspire me to keep going, so please continue to comment because every one makes my bloody day! :D
There probably won't be a chapter for a few days after these few shorties' since I'm working with kids, fulltime until Friday. And let me tell you, they drain the energy right out of you. But who knows, maybe I'll come home one day and have energy to spare.
Anyway, let's go. But please do remember that this is set in an alternate universe, thus the tag. So Celestia is written a bit differently from her cartoon counterpart.
Begin!
Negotiation Preparation
(Celestia)
My name is Celestia, and I am Princess to the kingdom of Equestria...but if to completely honest, I didn't feel much like one as I wiped saliva off of my crown.
It had been a long time since one of my subjects had shown me such disrespect, but when the young mare opposite myself spat on my crown, I felt something I hadn't in a very long time. Anger and shame. Anger at myself for causing her faith and respect in me to vanish, and shame for being the cause of it all.
A guard entered the room and placed the refreshments I'd asked for on the round table, before bowing low and leaving, the door shutting behind him. I allowed myself a few moments for any to help themselves before picking up the steaming teapot and filling a cup for myself with the hot concoction.
Taking a slow sip, I let the drink relax any minute tension I felt and put it back on the table, before looking across at my visitors.
Richard Tyler was alternating his gaze from his friend to my student, his expression shockingly clear to understand as it switched from affection for this Chrissy, to pure, unadulterated rage for Twilight.
He clearly hasn't gotten over what my pupil…asked of him, during their time together.
I wasn't blind, I knew enough to understand that my request to try and keep him close had not been taken well when he discovered it. Alas, Twilight had a way of taking my requests a little too seriously sometimes, but no matter. What's done is done, and all I could do is try to make amends and hopefully…become a little closer to the irate Human.
He is a very attractive male, strong but not rippling with muscles, and tall too, tall enough that I only manage to come up to his chin, horn not included. A pleasant and somewhat alluring novelty for me.
I also won't deny that he has appealed to me in ways I once thought long forgotten about. For his anger, the drive behind his eyes as he refused to help our cause to save Pony-kind…it excited parts of myself I really had forgotten about. It had been a long time since an individual had shouted at me with such passion, and if later down the line he used that passion on me over and over and...
Ah, settle down now Celestia. We can plan our carnal delights later.
It was truly a strange feeling, but I liked it, I liked him a lot more than a Princess should. Alas, he has been quite resistant in my attempts to make conversation, to try to find some sort of common ground, to learn more about what he liked, what made him happy and work from there to turn it into something more. And as I took my gaze from him and onto his Unicorn friend, I understood why.
Chrissy, as she was apparently called, was staring at me with undisguised hatred. The mare was, admittedly quite a beautiful young Unicorn. Her coat was clean, shiny and sleek, and she was a rather tall mare, the one's younger colts tended to admire in those naughty magazines.
She was powerful too, I could feel it but how much so I did not know, nor did I believe by her stance that she would allow me to investigate, her body was literally trembling with some form of self-restraint as she scowled in my direction.
Clearly my letter has affected her. I sighed silently, unhappy at the consequence of my actions. Oh you're a silly mare Celestia, I should never have allowed my distaste to colour my emotions and frighten my subject like that.
Indeed, if I had been a little more patient, a little more soothing and maternal in my request then perhaps the mare opposite me would not be trembling with such anger but instead smiling, perhaps shyly and with respect.
Clearly, I had gone about it the wrong way in my attempt to trap her.
For all my centuries, blackmail has never been my strong suit. If Luna wasn't still negotiating that treaty with the Minotaur's, then she would have slapped me upside the head for writing such a poorly worded threat.
Threat, for although I despise doing so, that was exactly what it was. This Chrissy, this tiny little mare stood directly in the way of not only Equestria's last chance for survival, but was also clearly the reason why Richard still refused to so much as look at me.
How long has she been whispering in his ear I wonder, she clearly has some sort of grudge against me. The letter can't be all of the reason for her hate, but whatever it is she's used it as a means to make another refuse my embrace. How long until she convinces Richard to abandon Equestria, how long until she poisons him against me for good? No, I have to win him over to my light, to allow otherwise to happen would be disastrous.
I had deliberately allowed myself to look a slight more casual then my usual royal appearance would allow. My hair was a little wilder, my make-up only applied on my eyes, my perfume changed to one that didn't scream 'look at me, I'm motherly!' but rather 'look at me, I'm a hot mare too!'.
I admit to being uncertain as to if it worked at all, for although Richard has obviously looked in my direction, his attention was either focused on glaring at Twilight or smiling happily at Chrissy.
Patience Celestia, you look good, you smell good. Whatever these two obviously have won't last, the concept of young love rarely does. No, Richard would do better with somepony a little more mature and… I allowed myself to giggle internally at the thought. A little more knowledgeable in sensual matters.
It was as it usually was with me, just a matter of time.
