Five Star Service – A Royal Visitation

By Five Stars of Manehattan
Special to the New York Life and Manehattan Post Magazines
October 5 issues

New York Life Chief Editor’s Note:

Dear readers—in the four weeks since our last article, we have fought fresh legal battles regarding our online content, with new lawsuits launched against us and our ISPs to try to force them to pull us down… not under obscenity statutes this time, but for engaging in ‘hate speech’, the logic seeming to be that we’re somehow encouraging the ‘objectification’ of females and by strange logical leap the promotion of ‘rape culture’ under the grounds that Equestrian mares can’t truly consent to being taken by a human man.

So our enemies have now enlisted the help of the so-called social justice movement to help their cause. Pathetic and insulting though their arguments are, it is far cry from the physical threats we were enduring before, but still annoying and sapping our time. Kalido, I’m sorry to say, has gone on sabbatical, crossing the portal entirely to escape the heavy pressure she’s been under for months. As she is being taken care of by our Equestrian counterparts at the Manehattan Post, we wish her nothing but the best, and want to let her know we are keeping her in our thoughts.

Our legal fees, though enormous and still growing, have been heavily defrayed by all our sales and online donations. I am pleased to report that we have also picked up a pair of powerful new patrons, one human and one pony. On this side of the portal, we have gained the favor of the Free Speech Defense Fund and media mogul Robert Morton, who has made a very generous donation to our pension and health care funds, and filed amicus court briefs in support of our rights of free speech and expression.

As to the pony, we have gained the favor of no less than Equestrian Prince Blueblood, who as all are now aware came to America on a royal visit and made a point of coming to Manhattan and publicly touring our print offices, to our great surprise and the apparent consternation of his handlers. Though his reputation was somewhat stuffy, we found him very knowledgeable and even charming, and very happily granted his request to pen an op-ed for us that will be shared at end of this article.

We were also very surprised when, at the end of his tour, he went outside to challenge the protesters who had gathered in advance of his visit, having no qualms about getting in the face of the group leader, a college professor, to ask her if, by the same logic she was employing, he was being raped every time he made love to a human woman, particularly given Equestria’s reversed gender roles.

And when told that, being a pony, he would ‘fuck me or anything else that moved’, he stuck up his nose and said a line that brought down the house, a line that has now gone viral in social media and video sites across the planet:

“My dear woman, you needn’t worry about suffering my charms. I have high standards for both beauty and brains, and be assured you meet neither.”

His support is welcomed, as is his willingness to say it like it is. If more people would stand up against such ridiculous and backwards reasoning only too prevalent in certain quarters, the anything-but-social justice crowd would have no legs to stand on.

And Kalido? I know you won’t approve of my tone with this note, but I’m sorry… I’ve lived here my whole life, and it’s not in my New York nature to hold my tongue. I speak for all present when I say I’ve had enough of this shit, and I will punch back.

—Jamie Kason, acting chief editor, New York Life magazine

Manehattan Post Owner’s Note:

To Jamie and the staff of the New York Life magazine, and all our readers:

Kalido has arrived in Equestria safe and sound, if still a bit disoriented from her trip. Be assured we will take good care of her, and we will show her all the hospitality that was shown me on my recent trip to New York.

On that front, I wish I had better news to report, but my Gentleman remains missing, seemingly vanished without a trace. I am very worried about him, and starting to suspect some form of foul play. Though I have reluctantly returned to work, my investigations remain ongoing. Be assured, I will find him. And as for the newest crop of idiots now accosting our compatriots across the portal, know that the Prince was far more polite to you than I would be… but I’m glad it WAS him, as I would never have been able to state my opinion so bitingly yet so eloquently.

—Hot Topic, owner and founder, Manehattan Post magazine

Dear readers:

I’m back! And as it happens, the New York Life was not the only place to receive a royal visitation over the past few weeks. Here in Equestria, both the offices of the Manehattan Post and G4M itself were toured by no less than our Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle!

How she came to visit is an interesting story in and of itself, and has to do with my own activities over the article hiatus. Tabloid speculation was running rampant about my plans, and all were incorrect, variously reporting me in Neighagra, Las Pegasus, Appleloosa and even Fillydelphia. I’m free to say now we resorted to a little misdirection, using a magically disguised body double (thanks for volunteering, Honey!), her public appearances in those cities attracting the bulk of the press. We even sent my griffin bodyguards with her (over their dead bodies) while I, wearing my own disguise… headed for a weeklong vacation in the Crystal Kingdom, courtesy of Platinum.

I really wasn’t happy to have to resort to a magical disguise of my own, or put my coworkers through all these hoops just so I could have some privacy to safely meet with old friends. But it was worth it, for whom I would be meeting. For arranged by secret correspondence and careful planning was a reunion of my third herd. Everypony made it over a period of two or three days, arriving variously by train, airship, or chariot.

I was there first and doing some solo sightseeing when Juniper arrived. She greeted me with a flying tackle, giving me a heartfelt hug and kiss, having instantly spotted me despite my disguise. I was happy to see her, but how did she recognize me? “I never forget a flank, Five Stars!” she told me with a grin, giving me an affectionate hoof noogie before checking herself into the hotel and heading out with me again.

After a little more sightseeing, we ate dinner and shared a mug of crystal cider in a local restaurant while catching up with each other. When dusk fell, we headed out in search for some nightlife, finding it in the form of the newly opened Emerald Isle crewed by the Crystal Ponies (glittery!), an open-air club sitting out under the always aurora-filled and beautiful northern sky. To little surprise, Juniper appeared to be determined to make the acquaintance of at least one crystal pony before she left, chatting up the bartender while I did the same with a couple human tourists, my identity concealed behind a disguise I will not describe.

It was an odd feeling for me, looking to bed a man without the intention of recruiting them, though I admit I did cast an appraising eye over the sparkling city of the north, wondering if it would be worth it to open a G4M branch office there. The Crystal Kingdom has become not only a bulwark against the windigos and other ice creatures that inhabit the northern wastes, but it’s also quite the resort destination now. The Equestria Games were held there a few years back, and the place has also become famous for its history and culture… and of course the crystal ponies themselves.

In fact, I could feel the very potent magic of the Crystal Kingdom in the air as soon as I stepped off the train. Calming and soothing yet somehow invigorating, its familiar feel evoked very strong—and pleasant!—flashbacks to that night…

The running joke among Gentlemen regarding that story is that me and my herdmates got high on “Crystal Heart Meth.” I really don’t get it, but the presence of that magic and the memories it sparked is probably why Juniper and I tried to bed someone right off the bat. I’m sad to say I didn’t, recognizing the two men I chatted up weren’t quite ready for that, but I assume Juniper did get it on with that bartender mare she left with. Never been with a crystal pony, of course, though I do have to wonder what sex would actually be like with a pony that’s see-through!

The next day, the others arrived—Red Pepper and Sea Salt, followed by Sweet Tea. We must have just stayed on that platform for ten minutes just hugging before heading off into the city. I don’t know how, but Platinum had arranged a VIP tour of the castle for us, the location of the climactic battle between the Element Bearers and the now-vanquished King Sombra. And the highlight of the tour, of course… was the Crystal Heart itself, the very thing that saved our friendships, if not, in the end, our herd.

We had our picture taken in front of it. I can’t show it for obvious reasons, but it’s got a special place of honor in my home.

We shared a luxury suite, and it was the first time we’d shared the same space since our herd broke up. It was like old times—Red Pepper and Sea Salt cooked, Sweet Tea (who slowly loosened up in such unfamiliar environs) played barmare… and Juniper played the class clown, making us laugh and taking a slightly drunken pass at me later in our stay, though this time she didn’t get me.

The rest of our time together was spent exploring the rest of the city—between the museums, the library, the shows and the castle, there was plenty to see and do—just generally catching up, and even heading outside of city limits to try our hooves at one of the ski resorts that had opened in the surrounding mountains. All in all, a wonderful stay, and a renewing of our bonds. Life has taken us in different directions, of course, but our friendships remain… and we have the Crystal Kingdom and Heart to thank for it.

We parted with some tears and promises to stay in touch, find ways to get up more often. And after that… I had one more old friend to see.

It’s a Small World After All…

I apologize for never mentioning this, but I’ve been holding out on readers. In fact, I have been in touch with another past lover for some time time, but after seeing what happened with Braeburn and Cayenne, I elected not to reveal our correspondence given her home has been rather unfriendly towards Gentleman in the recent past.

Now, however… I’d like my readers to know that I was finally reunited with my dentist friend from that long-ago Hearth’s Warming in Las Pegasus! She saw my articles and wrote me about four months ago, to my shock and delight, and we arranged to meet up in the village of Hollow Shades on my way back from the Crystal Kingdom, away from prying eyes in the dark of the Equestria’s premiere all-thestral enclave.

I cannot reveal her identity, even now, but we kissed and caught up over dinner before heading back to her room for a nightcap. I half-thought we were going to rekindle our oh-so-brief relationship, and after a few drinks I can’t say I wasn’t amenable to the idea. But she started acting a bit oddly, getting coy and giggly when she said had something to show me back in her room. And when we arrived, she revealed to me a surprise guest who had accompanied her, in a magical disguise of her own…

PRINCESS TWILIGHT!!!!!

Needless to say, my jaw hit the floor along with my knee when our Princess of Friendship dropped her thestral disguise and revealed herself, flaring her wings before me. For a moment I panicked, certain if she was here I was somehow in trouble with the crown itself, but she immediately put me at ease and said she “couldn’t wait to meet me”—that she had “SO many questions!” about my job, my life, and the Gentlemen I helped train. Would I be willing to answer them? “For the sake of my friendship studies, of course!”

What could I say except yes? And as to how she had come to be there… would you believe my dentist friend knew the princess from long before she ascended, and had shared our secret with her? “I’m sorry, Five Stars. But it felt like I would burst if I didn’t tell somepony…” she informed me apologetically, the princess herself adding that she had wanted to meet me and “know more about G4M” for some time.

Small world, isn’t it?

I answered all her questions as best as I could. To my surprise, my royal visitor seemed genuinely interested in our work, the ponies we helped and in particular “the strong friendships we had formed”, not just with our clients but with each other. In the end, I invited her to Manehattan to see our headquarters firsthoof, and she took me up on that offer quickly…

As in, immediately! I had to make a hasty phone call to Platinum, of course, but I ended up escorting our VIP guest in personally the next morning… to the shock of everyone there.

She toured our facilities, sat in on a couple culture and etiquette classes for new Gentlemen, interviewed everyone from Gentlemen to handlers and trainers and even took time to pose for pictures and sign autographs. And at the end of the day… I can only describe her mood as thoughtful as she thanked me for my assistance and hospitality, walked out by Platinum Corona herself. Those two apparently had a lot to talk about as well, as they spent the better part of an hour chatting privately in her office.

As everypony knows, her visit was front page news the next day, and I got my picture taken with her. For all the neighsaying and outright abuse we’ve taken over the past few months, it’s nice to receive royal recognition and know we have some powerful friends out there.

(And before anyone asks, no, she did NOT seek to avail herself of our services!)

Before I resume my life’s story, one more comment. I see our opponents on earth have changed tactics, using a new and even more insulting argument that ponies are somehow incapable of giving consent and tucking them equates to raping them. I can give no better answer to that than our esteemed Prince did, so I will not dignify their arguments by addressing them further except to say that whatever world these people live in, it’s neither Equestria nor Earth.

Old Friends, New Herds

Upon my departure from Baltimare, I had been expecting to undergo my usual progression of emotions after losing or leaving a herd—numbness and brooding followed by self-doubt and eventual depression. But a single letter from Las Pegasus turned that all on its head.

Willow and Snow Lily had just announced their engagement to Aces Up and Double Down, and thus my emotions instead ran the gamut from shock and disbelief to fear and anger. I dropped everything I was doing to write an immediate letter asking them in pointed and barely polite terms if they’d lost their bucking minds—they KNEW what the pair had done to me; I’d told them in exacting detail during our brief meeting in Canterlot after departing Las Pegasus, when they’d just left Cayenne’s herd and were coming west to take my place.

It wasn’t like I could send them a letter while traveling; I’d have to wait for the next stop which wasn’t for many hours. So I ended up pacing back and forth in the car muttering to myself, probably leaving doubts about my sanity to the other train passengers.

It was just as well—as the saying goes, act in haste, repent at leisure. When I’d finally cooled off a bit, I looked at their letter again and discovered there several things I hadn’t read yet—aside from their engagement announcement, there were personal notes from each of them saying basically “yes, we know how you must feel, but we’re not crazy!” going on to detail how they’d met the boys and how they’d finally won them.

“They courted us, and they told us what happened with you even before they knew we were your friends or that we already knew the story,” Willow explained, saying she and Snow Lily finally felt ready to join a new herd, and this was the one they had chosen. “They didn’t want that hanging over our heads, so they told us right away and asked for the chance to prove they’d changed. They’ve been perfect Gentlecolts, the interest is mutual, and don’t think me and Willow can’t spot insincere stallions for as long as we’ve been in this town!” Lily added, anticipating my next objection.

It was followed up by a private note from Rising Star, saying that the boys had indeed changed their outlook and attitude, and had worked hard to earn her trust again since leaving prison a year earlier, regaining their old posts. “What happened to you will not happen again, Five Stars,” she promised me, asking if I would come to Las Pegasus to attend the official ceremony, if only for the sake of my friends.

It took the rest of the trip to Canterlot before I settled on a reply, crumpling up several half-written missives and starting over repeatedly before finally deciding what to say. My all-too-terse answer was simply that I wished them well, but I would not come—that after what they’d done to me, I simply could not in good conscience give their union my blessing, and having just lost another herd, the last place I needed to go was Las Pegasus, where the pain of my second herd and my honeymoon horror story would come flooding back.

And in the end, all I would say to the boys was… I would take Rising Star at her word, but they had best remember for all time what they’d done to me. For if they hurt my friends they same way they had me, I swore to them I would do something very… disharmonious.

Fortunately, that oath was never tested. Their herd has endured, and given my two friends have already had a foal each with the pair and another on the way… a little late, perhaps, but I can indeed give their union my blessing now. And I guess there’s really no point in hiding their names either, since the tabloids were all over us anyway during my earlier visit.

They already gave permission for me to share their names during my stay. So… to my beloved friends and former herdmates, star singer Ember Iris and world-class masseuse and potion maker Acacia Frost (aka Willow and Snow Lily)… I’m very happy for you both. Successful herd, fine stallions, thriving careers and motherhood… you two really do have it all!

Despite my new life and enjoyment of it, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit envious.

A Capitol Time

I arrived in Canterlot a day later after a rather sleepless night on a train bench. I’d visited the Equestrian capital city before, certainly, but never spent real time there.

So what possessed me to try to start over there? Even now, I’m still not sure, except that it was about as far as I could get from the locations of my three previous herds, short of going overseas to the Gryphon Kingdom (and there were a couple times the thought crossed my mind!) Being the Equestrian capital and having a huge hospitality industry of its own for everything to tourists to foreign diplomats, there was plenty of work that could be found there, and I had the pedigree ponies there usually looked for given my work at high-end hotels in Manehattan and Las Pegasus.

And yet… I found I didn’t want to go back to that kind of life again. Yes, the hospitality industry was steady work, but I needed something different this time. So I marketed my business experience instead, having put together conventions and gotten a new Bed & Breakfast off the ground, and within a few weeks… I’d landed a job as business manager and personal assistant for a court entertainer, a singer whose voice and talents could give Ember a run.

Her name was Delta Requiem, a pegasus mare who was also Bard of the Royal Court—a very prestigious post. Understand, I had no interest in being a toady for the typical Canterlot celebrity, and turned down job offers for two others just because I found them too snooty even by Canterlot standards (and believe me, that IS saying a lot!) Delta, by contrast, seemed far more grounded and interested in my past, expressing sympathy for my herd trevails. And she had earned her post as well—her singing was said to be magical, sometimes quite literally, and she was a favorite of Princess Celestia herself. Much to my surprise, we hit it off quite well during the initial interview, and she came back to me a week later saying the job was mine if I wanted it.

Needing the work and distraction, I eagerly accepted, still trying to get over my last herd and my friends’ engagement announcement. Before that, I’d been staying in an outlying inn and working as a barmare in the meantime, drawing on my Las Pegasus experience and what I’d picked up over time from Sweet Tea. One thing I learned from that—your own troubles tend to pale in comparison to what ponies will share with you over a bar counter and a mug of apple ale. Some of what I heard certainly put mine in perspective…

Once I was salaried, I quit my inn job, left my room there and got a small apartment further in the city, near the exclusive fashion district. It was a place where all ponies are attired and keep their noses in the air, a place where your status is determined by your family name and those you know… by the parties you get invited to and whether you’ve met a Princess or not.

I come from an upper-class upbringing, but that doesn’t mean you have to turn out that way. Pretentious doesn’t even begin to describe the place at times. Don’t get me wrong, the city has its charms and plenty of good ponies, but it’s also got way too many who’ll judge you by the label of your clothes or knowledge of the latest fashion trends. Even before the arrival of humanity, it was the one place in Equestria where wearing clothes was somehow a status symbol, something I’ve never understood.

I began settling into my new job slowly. Being a personal business manager was a new experience for me, and one that required both charm and tact, being able to juggle the needs of both my client and her venues.

These were qualities I thought I had in abundance from many years as a concierge, but I quickly found my skills and patience tried, not by Delta so much as those she worked with. From arrogant nobles to snobbish celebrities, she attracted more than her share of sycophants, and had just as little use for them as I did. I had to be polite to potential clients, but she did not, and it was a joy to see her speak her mind and dress certain ponies down. It might have been the kiss of death for any other entertainer, but she had the favor of the princess, so she could get away with it.

There were times she was more than a mere singer as well. She often accompanied diplomatic missions and performed for foreign leaders, and as luck would have it, just two months after I started my job with her, I was asked to arrange a goodwill tour for her of the Gryphon Kingdom, in the company of no less than our Princess of Love, Mi Amore Cadenza, and her husband, now-Prince Shining Armor.

Despite the chance to meet some actual royalty—I had always been in a little awe of the two after the Changeling invasion—I had thoroughly mixed feelings about the trip. For as well-traveled as I was, I’d never been outside of Equestrian borders to that point and had never even known a griffin. To be sure, I’d certainly seen or spoken to a few over the years, in Manehattan and Las Pegasus, and my general impressions of them were not that good—they were meat-eaters and generally rowdy guests, and their militaristic culture had never sat well with me. Ponies had fought a bloody war with them some seven hundred years past, after all, and you wondered how far removed from that time they really were given they still retained a large standing military long after Equestria no longer did.

Nevertheless, I had a job to do, and I was professional enough to not let my personal feelings interfere. In some ways, it wasn’t any different than usual. I had to arrange transportation, accommodations, security…

What was different was that in order to do these things, I had to work with a griffin liaison and attache.

I am sorry to cut the story short here, but… I need to emotionally ready myself to tell what happened next, a brief but very important chapter in my life. Until then… I do have one letter to share, and a very unexpected one at that!

Less a letter than a statement of support, Prince Blueblood asked the owners of the New York Life magazine if he could pen an op-ed to run with this article, and after his grand gesture and willingness to stand up for them personally, that request was very happily granted. Despite my time in Canterlot, I have never seen or met the good Prince, though I’ve certainly known his reputation as an avid enthusiast of human cinema and culture… to say nothing of his becoming one of humanity’s most vocal proponents. I am honored by his support, and the statement that follows:

To the readers of this fine and unfairly besieged publication, human and pony alike:

I am Prince Blueblood of Equestria, third in line to the royal throne. A position I have no chance of ever gaining giving our ageless rulers, but one I have become quite content with. When the portal opened now nearly six years ago, I thought that humans were barbaric, backwards brutes unworthy of association or favor. A race without magic was a race without redeem in my eyes, and if I had my way back then, the portal would have been sealed up immediately, never to reopen again.

Thankfully, wiser counsel than mine prevailed, and I am most happy they did. The coming of humanity has been a great boon to my world, my nation, and most certainly myself.

As one of the stallions that Miss Five Stars has had such a bad time with over the years, I can sympathize with her plight. For in truth, I WAS one of those arrogant, neglectful stallions she described, one who gave little thought to his partners beyond his own needs… as at least one former letter-writer and current G4M client can attest. I went through lovers and herd mares quickly, and if one left me, what did it matter? For there were plenty of others eager to know the company and favor of a prince such as myself. But no longer am I that way; no longer do I treat mares and mates as disposable. What changed me?

Humanity.

Over time, I have come to delight in this world, its marvelous and even magical technology, its cinema and cultures, its people, and yes, its women, whom I have found alternately bewitching and vexing, with charms most mares do not possess. If that makes me an anthrophile as some fellow nobles have so derogatively called me, then so be it.

It is no secret I have taken human lovers, nor that I have had any shortage of willing women. That much is unchanged from my pre-portal days, a product of my station and, I daresay, looks. No, I am not humble, but I have BEEN humbled by my experiences here over the years, both in the bedroom and out.

In my considerable arrogance, I believed upon first arrival that my culture was preeminent, presuming that pony magic far surpassed any human technology, also assuming that human women were little different than Equestrian mares and could be treated the same way. Needless to say, I was disabused of both notions rather quickly, and my first few encounters with women were enormously frustrating failures, to put it mildly.

But this was for the best. Miss Five Stars has stated more than once that stallions can learn some things about proper treatment of mares from human men, and she is correct… for that is exactly what happened with me. My ego bruised along with body (as I was struck or kicked more than once for severe rudeness), I quickly learned that in order to enjoy the company of human women, I had to behave more like human men—in other words, I had to learn how to court, learn how to not only present myself well, but how to treat my partners properly, give them as much attention as they would give me. The result has been far more rewarding relationships, for both me and my lovers alike.

It was not an instant process, needless to say. It forced me to take a long, hard look at myself and see my very real failings as both a prince and pony. Humanity did indeed hold a mirror up to me, and I did not like what I saw in it. But in time, I changed myself and now find myself with much more to offer a mate, far more enjoying my lovers, both mare and woman for it… and them me. I do not know if I could ever truly settle down, something I make quite clear to all my potential lovers now, but the one thing I can promise them is that should we be together, they will remember our time well.

Some may read this and find me as arrogant or boastful as ever. I care not. Humanity changed me, much as it has changed and is continuing to change ponydom. And these changes are good ones—I have become a better prince and pony for my many visits to Earth, the many people I have met… and yes, the many women I have been with. Our races are most certainly compatible, and for anyone on either side of the portal to suggest otherwise on the most flimsy and false of rationales… well, THEY are the ones unworthy of association or favor, and I urge all reading to give them the shunning they so richly deserve.

For these reasons and more, the works of Miss Five Stars and her esteemed Gentlemen are necessary, and their story is one that should indeed be told. I commend Miss Five Stars for her articles and reflect once again upon my own journey from conceited noble to humanity’s greatest champion for it.

Signed,

Blueblood,
First Prince of Equestria

I thank you for your kind words, Prince, and willingness to stand up for our new friends. Your outlook is certainly different than most! But I am gratified that you were able to change, and humanity was the catalyst for that change… as they has been for myself and so many others.

And for myself, I would like to thank all our readers again, both human and pony for standing by the articles and supporting their publication. These would not have gone on for anywhere near as long as they had if there wasn’t such a good response to them. I also never dreamed when I started writing these that they would reunite me with so many past friends and lovers, renewing old friendships and in at least one case, relationships.

Well, the article complete, it’s time for me to start tackling the mountain of fan and hate mail that accumulated in my absence again. Until next time, take care, dear readers!

Surprise, folks! I was able to turn out this chapter quickly. A fairly short one, but appropriately so—what comes next would be too jarring to include here, and deserves its own chapter.

Jarring good or jarring bad? Yes.

Sorry for the long layoff from Five Star Service, but I’ve been working at an incredible pace on my other stories, having churned out nearly 100,000 words on them in the past six months. The Lawyer and The Unicorn overcame a shaky start to become a solid and still-growing hit, while you are hereby invited to check out my newest story, Before the Storm: The Rise of Firefly.

This is a first-person war epic, an AU story of the pony/griffin war seven hundred years past told through the eyes of Firefly, Rainbow Dash’s ancestor and founder of the Wonderbolts (yes, Firefly is a G1 reference). It will draw heavily on the griffin lore of Feathered Heart, so those of you who are fans of it are especially invited to check it out. There will be plenty of battles and badassery on both sides, and expect some surprises as well.

Thanks to all the chapter prereaders—AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire, Denim Blue and of course DEL himself, both for the review and the inspiration. Very special thanks goes to my partner in crime for Turnabout Storm and The Lawyer and The Unicorn, Leo Archon, for allowing me use of his OC, Delta Requiem. A character that appeared at the end of Turnabout Storm, including her here is a homage and a way to at least loosely link the stories, even though they’re separate universes—heck, Five Stars herself had a cameo at the end of Turnabout Storm!

Despite my other stories, regular work will be resuming on Five Star Service, so expect a new chapter every few weeks or so. Enjoy and welcome back!

—Firesight