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How to Court Alicorns: A Human's Guide

by little big pony

Chapter 13: How to Date Alicorns: A Human's Guide

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In her twenty-five years of life, Cadance had really only been afraid of her aunt in three instances. Once, when she was eleven and she accidently burned half of the kitchen down trying to make cookies, another time when she saw the look she gave Shining when she had told her that they were going out, and right now. This wasn’t just Celestia’s trademark look of disapproval that she’d give to just anypony, no, this was grade-A unfiltered, unhinged rage; the kind of angry that only came alone once every fews for Celestia. Heck, if Cadance didn’t know her aunt as well as she did then she might have actually scared of her. As of how she was just a teeny, tiny, bit worried that she was going to be bucked through a wall for one reason or another.

But there was a bit of a silver lining for the Princess of Love as she looked over at her, at the moment, terrifying elder. Because, even though she was a little nervous at how Celestia was almost frothing at the mouth, that still didn’t keep her from almost falling over laughing at how ridiculous the mare looked at the moment.

Because somepony, a pony who was probably going on a vacation to the moon in the near future, had somehow dyed the princess’s usually beautiful snow white coat to an almost blindingly bright neon pink. For many ponies, doing something like this to a fellow pony was the ultimate act of disrespect; especially for a mare.

Usually, a pony would spend hours working on their coat, brushing it to a shine to bring out the coats full color. A pony’s coat was one of the first things that you saw about them, and many ponies took pride in their individual colors because it was something, along with their cutiemarks, that helped make them unique amongst ponykind. It was also one of the main things that a pony would use to help find a mate in some cases. A coat, in other words, was a lot more than a layer of fur meant to keep one warm, and, for some insane reason, somepony had gone out of their way to make Celestia look as bad as possible by ruining hers.

The worst part was that it looked like somepony had just used a bucket to apply it; it was darker in some places, lighter in others, and some parts of Celestia’s body were still white. It made the once majestic and graceful-looking alicorn look so silly that it was almost surreal.

Cadance bit her lip, trying to stifle her giggles. “Oh, hello, Auntie,” she said, trying to ignore her sudden pang of terror when she saw that a good deal of her aunt’s body was on fire. Literally.

“You’re looking… different.”

Looking over at her husband, she sighed. Well, Shining’s shaking like a leaf and it looks like my aunt wants to have some violent words with whoever did this. Cadance almost rolled her eyes. Well, it looks like it’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it?

Celestia’s eye twitched and she tried to smile at her niece. The end result was far more frightening that she probably intended, the smile too toothy, and requiring too many muscles to execute.

“Hello Cadance, Shining,” she said as calmly as she could. “Might either of you happen to know the location of a certain Fleur de Lis? Because she and I are going to have a nice conversation about why throwing dye onto your ruler’s coat can be hazardous to one’s health.”

Seeing that Shining was still a little too nervous about talking to an angry Celestia—or at least that was what she was noticing with him covering his eyes with his hooves and muttering what sounded like a prayer to himself—Cadance decided to try and see what she could do to calm down her aunt. It wouldn’t look good for anyone if Celestia started to really lose her temper.

While she could deal with it—mostly—a majority of the population probably wouldn’t be as calm if their super powerful ruler started marching through the streets, pink and on fire, demanding to know where Fleur was so she could do… whatever she was going to do to her if she caught the supermodel.

Beating down a hint of trepidation that was starting to grow in her stomach, the younger alicorn trotted over toward her elder.

“Are you sure that Fleur did this, Celestia?” she asked, trotting around Celestia’s body to see if she could salvage the situation at all.

Celestia nodded, a frown coming to her face when she felt Cadance poking at her coat. “I was walking through the castle courtyard when I saw that butler of hers just appear in front of me with a bucket in his hoof.” Cadance swore that she could hear her aunt grind her teeth. “Before I could so much as say hello he threw a bucket of dye in my face!”

Celestia stomped her hoof, cracking the marble flooring like it was nothing. “I know that that butler wouldn’t dream of doing something as outrageous as this unless he was ordered to.”

For a second, Shining slowly lowered his hooves from his face, the stallion trying to work up his courage to look up at Celestia and maybe offer some helpful advice. This was decimated when Celestia let out a throaty growl, which made Shining let out an unmanly squeak before he went back to cowering.

By the maker she does NOT look good in this color, Cadence thought, giving her aunt’s coat another poke while Celestia just stood there and angrily muttered to herself, small fires starting and dying in and around her mane ever few seconds. You know, it wouldn’t even be that bad if it had gone anywhere other than the face…

“We could try to use a spell to get the dye out and—“

“I’ve already tried that,” Celestia said, her frown deepening each time Cadance poked her. “I believe that this is one of those dyes that is laced with some kind of magical deterrent.” Celestia huffed. “I knew that Fleur was a little upset with what happened at the party, but I didn’t think she’d go this far.” She gestured at herself.

Cadance nodded, walking around her aunt one more time before sitting on front of her. “Auntie,” she said, as calmly as she could. “I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that I know that the company that makes this dye also makes a shampoo that will wash this out. We can get you some later today and get you as good as new in a few days.”

Cadence jostled her mane with a hoof. “I actually use this same kind on dye for my mane, and I’ve used the shampoo before once or twice. It’ll take a few days and you’ll have to use a lot of the shampoo but it’ll eventually come out. Trust me.”

Celestia sighed, looking down at her niece with her first genuine smile of the day, the fire in her mane dying down completely. “That is good to hear, Cadance,” she said gratefully before the smile dimmed a bit. “But what is the bad news?”

Cadance’s smile became strained. “Well… there may be a good chance that Anny might be coming over to finally ask you on your date today…”

For a the briefest of seconds, Celestia’s eyes lit up with happiness. She had been waiting for days and days for Anny to ask her out. From what she had heard from her sister, the human had been spending days trying to set up everything and make it perfect so the two of them could have the best date ever. So yes, for a second, that news was actually welcomed by the alicorn. What ruined it was when she remembered that SHE LOOKED LIKE SOME KIND OF UGLY, PINK AND WHITE SPOTTED DOG!

That was when the news went from welcomed, to the worst, most horrible thing in the history of forever.

Cadance watched as the emotions played out on Celestia’s face, the pink princess using a spell to cover her’s and Shining’s ears as Celestia took a deep, deep breath.

“I’M GOING TO KILL FLEUR!” Celestia roared, her mane and tail turning into twin infernos, forcing Cadence to roll out of the way with a panicked yelp. “THAT HUSSY THINKS SHE CAN JUST MOPE AROUND HER HOUSE AND INGORE ME WHILE I TRY TO APOLOGISE TO HER AND THEN SHE DOES THIS?!”

Celestia’s furious looked quickly turned panicked. “Oh curd, what is Anny going to think when he sees me?!” Before she knew what was happening, Cadance was lifted off her hooves and brought uncomfortably close to Celestia’s face. “I must look hideous! Nopony looks good in pink!”

Cadance frowned, her eyebrows furrowing. “Well excuse you!”

Celestia, too panicked to even pick up on what her niece had said, dropped the younger alicorn and started pacing. “I can’t let him see me this like!” she exclaimed before gasping. “Cadance, are you absolutely sure that Anny will come here today to ask me?”

Cadance, picking herself up and dusting herself off with a quiet huff, nodded. “I was there last night helping Anny with the final bits of your date until three in the morning.” Despite the situation, she smiled. “ And if I know Anny, after he wakes up he’s going to get something to eat and come right up here and ask you.”

Celestia looked around the room and she trotted in place in panic, her eyes darting around in a desperate to find something that would magically make this all better. “I need somepony to go down to the Sparkle house to tell him that I will be busy for the day,” she said, her eyes wild and her breath ragged. “Shining, go down to your mother’s house and tell Anny that I’m meeting with some dignitaries. Cadance and I will go to the store and—“

Even one in the room froze when there was a knock on the door.

“Celestia?” someone that sounded awfully like Anny said. “Celestia, are you there? I need to ask you something.”



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While his meeting with Fleur wasn’t one of the oddest mornings he had ever had (no, the winner of that one was when he was having bacon, eggs, and chocolate milk at Fluttershy’s house with Discord), Fleur still had thrown the human for a bit of a loop. Anny had already figured that it was going to be hard making sure that his dates with the princess were going to be perfect, but when he had someone like him, someone that was really willing to go the extra mile to get someone to go out with them, Anny knew that something that was already going to be especially difficult was going to become a million times harder.

But that didn’t mean he was going to just break off everything because he had a batty supermodel vying for his love. Nope, he was just going to grit his teeth, suck it up, and go up to the palace and ask Celestia to go a very special place that him and Cadence had spent days picking out.

All he had to do was walk up to Celestia’s room, knock on the door, look the alicorn in the eyes, and ask her if, maybe, if she was free, she could do something with him on Saturday, if that was okay with her of course.

He had forgone bringing flowers, like he had seen guys do in a whole bunch of black-and-white movies that he had watched as a kid, because when he explained what he needed them for to the mare that was working at the flowers hop, the mare awed, then told him that was the cheesiest thing that she had ever heard. Trying not to look too much like a dork aside, Anny was ready; no, he was more than ready. He was getting that date!

Striding purposefully toward the door, and trying to ignore his sudden gut-wrenching terror that happily made itself known as soon as he was at the princess’s door, Anny cleared his throat and firmly knocked.

“Celestia?” he said, trying to resist the urge to look into the lock hole. “Celestia, are you in there? I need to ask you something.

Anny waited a few seconds before adding, “It’s Anny.”

I really should have just bought those flowers, he thought as he heard someone shuffling around from inside the room. Not knowing what to do with his nervous hands, he shoved them into his pockets. I bet Celestia would have loved getting flowers… But what kind would she like? Roses? Tulips? ... Sun flowers maybe?

Anny was then about to wonder it Celestia either endorsed, liked, or named sun flowers—because of the whole she raises the sun thing—when he heard someone fiddling with the door.

“Is that you Anny?” Cadance asked, poking her head out with a smile. “And what brings you here to the castle on this fine day?”

Anny frowned when the pink alicorn’s smile turned nervous. “Oh, hello, Cadance,” he said. “I was just coming up here to ask Celestia out on a date.” He quickly checked to see if he was actually knocking on the right door before looking back down at her. “I told you about it last night. You know, when you and I spent all night finishing up all of the ‘loose ends’?”

Cadance giggled nervously, poked her head back into the room to whisper harshly to someone in the room, and poked her head back out the door in the span of about five seconds. “Well, Anny, it’s sweet and all that you want to ask Celestia out in person—“

Anny nodded. “I know; you were the one that told me to do it.”

“—I know I did; but something… came up with Celestia, something may or may not have happened to her.

Anny’s suspicious look became one of concern, the human grabbing the edge of the door with the intent of wrenching it open. “Something happened to Celestia?! Is she okay?”

With a grunt, Cadance grabbed the door with both of her hooves, keeping Anny from budging it, before using a little shocking spell to get his hand off the door.

“She’s fine,” the Princess of Love said, smiling a little too hugely for Anny’s liking. “But right at the moment she’s a little too busy to talk with you face-to-face.”

Anny narrowed his eyes at the now visibly sweating alicorn. “What’s wrong with the Princess, Cadence?”

“Nothing, Anny, she’s fine. I’m working on getting her fixed up as we speak!”

“…Didn’t you just say that she was alright?”

Cadence frowned when Anny grabbed the edge of the doorframe. “You know what I mean!” she practically hissed, using another burst of electrical magic on the door.

Anny ignored the jolt of magic that ran up his hand this time and tried to push open the door, Cadence keeping it firmly in place. “Actually, Cadance, I have no idea what you mean.”

The two slowly began a tug-of-war, the human trying to wrench open the door to see what was wrong with his princess while the alicorn had to use her whole body weight and more than a little bit of magic to keep him from getting in.

“Anny, you’re just going to have to trust me. Just tell Celestia that you want to pick her up on Saturday at around four through the door.”

“Just let me see her for a second, Cadance.”

“We’re a little busy at the moment.”

“Cadance, I’m coming through this door one way or another, so just let me in.”

“No I can’t, sorry! And if you break down a princess’s door then you’ll be placed in double jail for, um, door assault.”

“…Double jail?”

For a moment, the tug-of-war ended, Anny and Cadence looking at each other.

Cadance nodded. “Yep, double jail: we’ll throw you in a jail then put you in an even smaller jail… And that jail will be on fire.”

The princess’s brow furrowed in thought. “And you won’t get any ice cream after dinn—ouch!”

Anny, with an irritated frown, quickly reached over and flicked Cadance’s horn and the young alicorn flinched in pain and surprise, giving Anny enough time to force open the door and walk past her.

“A-Anny, you can’t be in here!” Anny stopped at when he heard an almost hysterical Celestia yelling from somewhere in the room.

“…Celestia?” Looking around the room, he saw neither hide nor hair of the white mare, only Shining awkwardly looking at him from a table that he was sitting near. “Celestia, are you alright?” Anny swore he saw something move out of the corner of his eye but it was gone as soon as he turned to look at it.

“Anny could you come back later please?” Anny’s head whipped around toward what he assumed was Celestia’s bed, and he frowned when he saw a Celestia-sized lump under the sheets. “I’m a little… indisposed at the moment.”

Ignoring Cadence, who had latched herself onto his leg and was attempting to push him out of the room, Anny took a step toward the bed. “Celestia, Cadance said something happened to you. Are you alright?” He frowned. “…Fleur didn’t happen to do anything to you, did she?”

The lump under the sheets stiffened. “And why would you ask that, Anny?” Celestia said, her tone becoming angry.

Anny tried to take another step forward but almost tripped over Cadance, who was starting to gnaw at his leg. Whether it was his jeans protecting him or the fact that ponies really didn’t have that much bite strength, all she was really doing was drooling on his fifth favorite pair of blue jeans and annoying him.

“Cadance, what are you doing?”

Cadance looked up from her biting. “I’m trying to stop you from getting to Celestia,” she said matter-of-factly.

“By biting me?”

Cadance at least had the decency to blush. “I got caught up in the heat of the moment,” she said lamely, before wrapped both sets of legs around his leg. “I need to do whatever I have to to keep you from looking at Celestia’s devastated face!”

Celestia huffed. “Now I wouldn’t say ‘devastated’. I mean I only got a little bit of paint on my face for goodness sake…”

Anny looked over at Shining. “Shining, could you please come over here and restrain your wife for a second? I’ve already had to deal with one crazy mare today.” He gestured down at her and shook his head.

“Hey, I’m not crazy!” Cadance said with a frown. “Celestia said that she didn’t want you in here and I’m trying to keep you out here!”

“You’re acting like a crazy five year old!”

Shining looked the human up and down before shaking his head. “Sorry Anny, I usually stay out of things like… this.”

Glaring down at Cadance, Anny tried to shake her off his leg. “Cadance, you weigh like fifty pounds; there’s no way you’re going to stop me from mov-- “ he sighed when the alicorn went back to gnawing at his leg. Why does it have to be one of those days?

Anny could hear Celestia whimper from across the room. “Anny, could you just please come by in a day or two?” she begged. “I know that you’ve come up here to ask me out on a date, but I want you to ask me when I’m at my best and not like… this.” The bed sheet gestured to itself.

Anny flinched. “Is it really that bad?” he asked.

The lump nodded. “You will just have to take my word for it, Anny.”

Anny looked down, rubbing his hands together. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, determined to make sure that she was actually okay and not just putting on a brave face when she actually messed up. “You didn’t get hurt or anything, right?”

“The only thing that is hurting right now is my pride.” Celestia sighed. “And I may be a little hurt by the fact that I have to turn you away today because of what Fleur did.” With another sigh, the lump on the bed flattened out completely. “I know you’re worried about me, Anny, and I appreciate it, but right now there’s nothing you can do. Just… could you please come back tomorrow?”

Anny looked over his shoulder at the door, torn between just going over and seeing if Celestia was actually okay or just doing as she said and leave the castle. …I think I may have already overstayed my welcome by just barging in the room like this, Anny thought to himself, bending down and grabbing Cadance by the scruff of the neck.

Picking up the pink alicorn and gently setting her down beside him, Anny resisted the urge to facepalm at his stupidity. I bet I looked like a busy jerk just shoving my way through the room like that! Without realizing it, his breath started to quicken. I just wanted to see if Celestia was okay but what if she thinks I’m a jerk right now?! WHAT IF SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GO ON THE DATE NOW BECAUSE OF WHAT I DID!

“…Anny,” Shining said in concern, watching the panicking human from the safety of his chair, “are you okay there buddy?”

SHE’SGOINGTOTELLMETOGETLOSTBECAUSEIWASBEINGAJERKANDI’LLHAVERUINEDEVERYTHINGAND—

“Sister! We have captured the one that assaulted thy person!”

Everyone—except Celestia, who was still hiding under the covers— looked over at the door as it was thrown open, revealing a confidently grinning Luna, who was flanked by her bat pony guards, carrying an irritated Fleur in her magic.

Anny almost growled when he saw the frazzled, but relatively okay, mare, who somehow managed to look dignified even while she was being levitated upside down and while clasped in irons. Fleur just smiled sweetly when she saw him.


“Oh, hello, Anny,” she said calmly. “Did you see your beloved Celestia yet?” The mare looked over at the lump, which had sat back up and was shaking in probable rage. “It took a little work, but I think I managed to finally make this… voleuse d’homme as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside.”

The mare hummed in thought. “It might actually be an improvement…”

Celestia threw off her covers, hopped off the bed, snatched Fleur out of her sister’s grasp, and bounded over to the mare faster than a mare of her size (and age) had the right to move. “Now you listen here, missy,” the Princess said dangerously, the edges of her mane catching fire, “I understand that you may be upset about what happened, and believe me, I feel bad, but that does not entitle you to sic your butler on me!”

Anny blinked when he saw the paint on Celestia’s face and body. “…That’s all she did?” He quietly asked, leaning toward Cadance. “I thought she dumped acid on her or something from the way you guys were freaking out, but it was just paint? That’s not really that-”

Cadance shrugged. “Us ponies really take pride in the color of our coats,” she said, watching as a glaring Celestia tried her best to assault Fleur with her eyes. “Ponies hate anything that could permanently change their coat colors. Dyes, paints, anything like that. Heck, most ponies don’t even like getting mud on it if they can help.”

“Why?”

“Because it takes forever to get out when it gets deep into the fur.”

Anny scrunched up his face in suspicion. “Are you sure this isn’t some weird Canterlot thing? Because I know for a fact that I’ve seen Applejack and her brother swimming in mud more than once… And couldn’t you just use magic or something to make it as good as new?”

Cadance nudged him with a hoof. “You don’t have fur, Anny, you wouldn’t understand.”

Anny nudged her back. “I don’t have magic either but I bet you it’s not that hard to explain if you just try to--”

“Shush; they’re going to talk again.”

“You talk about assaulting ponies when your sister and her guards break into my home, attack my butler, and drag me to your hooves like some common criminal?!” Fleur shrieked, butting heads with Celestia. “Tyrant.”

Luna narrowed her eyes at the mare. “Thou attacked one of royal blood, knave,” she said, matter-of-factly. “It was thy fault for staying in thy abode and not running like the cowardly cur that thou art.”

She looked away from the group fidgeted nervously. “Besides, thou would not open the door when We knocked; that was why we were forced to break the door down…”

Fleur looked over to her with a frown. “And what about my entryway that you destroyed?”

Luna pointed a hoof at her. “Nay, that was as much thine butler’s work as it was ours! It took fifteen of our personal guard to stop that stallion after he attacked us for trying to arrest thee!”



Fleur’s Mansion…

For over fifteen years, Sergeant Nightingale had served the guard with dignity and honor, and she could safely say that she had seen a lot during her time with the guard, as one would expect. She had seen the delegates of lands that she couldn’t pronounce, she had survived the great pancake disaster of Eighty-four with no injuries to her person (Which couldn’t be said for quite a few of the guard), she had seen a lord of chaos teleport in front of her and turn a house into a gingerbread house with the snap of his claws; heck, she had even seen a pony dressed as a clown try to assault a convenience store clerk with a rubber chicken, so all-in-all she had, in the twilight of her career, thought that she had actually done and seen it all. Never in all of her years had she been so wrong.

“Keep an eye on him at all times, boys,” The bruised and battered Sergeant said to her men as she tried to shake with exhaustion out of her muscles.“The princess may have incapacitated him for now but he might get out.”

The Fleur mansion was a wreck. Furniture was laying everywhere, either broken or covered in arrows or spears. The marble floor was cracked and dirty and covered in broken glass and injured guardsponies. It was, in the Sergeant’s view, a warzone, and she knew for a fact that even now, even with their attacker, who had taken down fifteen of the finest soldiers this side of the Crystal Mountains, incapacitated it was only a matter of time before he managed to get out.

Sweet Faust, please let the backup get here before this psycho gets out of his bindings, the mare thought, lifting her spear off the ground and leveling it at her captive, who happened to be in a bit of a bind at the moment. I need to be strong Nightingale thought, her brow furrowing. I promised the princess that we would hold out and that’s what we’re gonna do.

Jeeves, who had only been doing his duty to his lady, sighed from within his prison of duct tape, bubble gum, and what appeared to be the rug for the entryway. “Excuse me,” he said to no one in particular, his voice muffled. “Excuse me.”

“Quiet!” Nightingale snarled, jabbing her spear at the cocoon. “And stay still! You were told not to move until my lady returns!”

“Now, now young lady,” Jeeves chided. “There’s no need to be rude; I simply wish to ask you if you and your soldiers could please not make your way into the livingroom at this point in time. I had just finished clearing that part of the house and I do not want you getting hoof prints everywhere.”

Nightingale’s eyes narrowed. “What, no worry?” she demanded.

“I would like to point out that you started the hostilities first.”

The mare snarled again. “No, we only attacked you after you threw one of my privates out the window!”

Once again Jeeves huffed from within the cocoon. “I suppose we will have to agree to disagree the,” he concluded. “But just keep in the entrance hall, will you? It is a bother getting the blood stains out of carpets and the one in the livingroom was imported from Saddle Arabia.”


Back at the castle…



Celestia shook her head. “Never mind that!” she said, looking back at Fleur. “You and I are going to have a long talk, Fleur.”

Fleur crossed her hooves and huffed, looking away from the Princess. “I have nothing to say to one that did what you did to me.”

Celestia’s mane started to wave around her frantically, the colors shifting and melting together, the usually bright and cheerful colors turning darker. “You will have something to say to me, young lady, and that something will be a sorry.” The white mare poked Fleur’s chest. “I understand that—“

You understand nothing!” Fleur spat, switching to Prench in her fury. “For years and years, you’ve tried to set me up with idiotic stallions, each one more boorish and moronic than the last.” She pointed a hoof at a confused Anny, who, not really understanding a lick of Prench, just stood there awkwardly. “But when you finally show me one that I ACTUALLY like, you take him away from me so you can have him for yourself!

You know that that was not my decision,” Celestia protested, also switching to Prench, guilt coming to her features. “You know from day one that Anny wanted me and—

He wanted you and yet you tried to dump him on me like some sort of hand-me-down! Why he cares for somepony like you, somepony who only wanted him after she KNEW that I care for him, I’ll never understand!

Anny looked around the room when everyone gasped.

Does everyone in here speak Prench? he thought to himself, wondering when his life had changed into some weird soap opera. …You know, I just wanted to ask Celestia on a date and go out and get ice cream afterward…

Clearing his throat, he took a step forward. “Um, guys?” he said. “I understand that we’re all upset and stuff, but do we have to do… this?” He waved his hands around the room. “Celestia, I know you’re mad, but it’s just paint; you’re still the same beautiful mare.”

A small smile and blush came to Celestia’s face as everyone else awed.

“Oh, you’re just being sweet, Anny,” the princess said coyly, touching her cheek with a hoof. “I know that I look ridiculous…”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re covered in paint or furless or dressed up as a penguin, Celestia,” Anny said with a low growl. “I don’t like you because you’re pretty—even though you’re really beautiful—I like you because you’re you. Some little face paint isn’t going to change than and…” Anny would have continued his rant for another ten minutes but then he looked up and noticed all of the stares he was getting before freezing in place.

Did I just say that out loud? he thought, looking at the floor.

While what he had said was straight from the heart, and nopony, not even Fleur, could keep a smile off their face after hearing that, it was something that Anny would have liked to have said to Celestia in private, not in front of a crowd. Anny didn’t like crowds, especially crowds that had just heard him say some touchy-feely, lovey-dovey stuff, but now that he was the center of attention he was just going to have to man up and do what needed to be done.

“U-Um… So, Celestia, I was wondering.” Anny looked at his toes while he rocked back and forth. “Are you free on S-Saturday?”

Everything, how horrible her day had been going, the fact that Fleur was still giving her the stinkeye, the fact that there were other ponies in the room, meant nothing to Celestia as soon as those words came out of the blushing human’s mouth.

“..Yes,” she whispered, her whole body starting to shake in excitement.

“Yes.”

Everyone in the room was smiling as a grin slowly came to the princess’s face.

“Yes!”

Joy burst through the princess of the sun. Finally someone had the gumption, the grit to finally ask her out of a date, and she had, after all of these years, had finally found someone that was worth saying yes to. This was a ‘once in a thousand years’ type of event that any immortal would get excited about; so that was just what Celestia did.

“YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!” she cried, hopping around the room like a filly that had just discovered caffeine. “YES!YE-

Realizing that she was starting to make a fool of herself, Celestia reigned it in, though that big, happy smile was still on her face as she took a step closer toward Anny and looked him in the eye. Awkwardly clearing her throat, she said, “Um, what I meant to say was: yes, Anny, I’d love to go out on a date with you.”

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