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An Enthusiastic Admirer

by Eyeswirl the Weirded

Chapter 9: Bonus #2: Shell-Shocked!

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It was beautiful.

It was magnificent.

It was perfection!

It was the glory of all ponykind manifested into a single entity!

It was his reflection.

Truly, Prince Blueblood regretted only one thing about his sheer good fortune to happen across this wondrous apex of creation; that he could never take it with him. "Look at you, my beloved," he uttered, gently tracing a hoof along the edge of the full-length mirror, "so majestic, so incredible, and yet, forever bound in glass." He could, of course, take the mirror with him everywhere, but then he might grow tired carrying it around. Besides, sweating might make a mess of his perfect mane.

It was with a shimmering tear slowly gliding down his cheek that he bid the mirror farewell, but when he finally turned his gaze away, Blueblood was blinded! The sight was so pure, so wonderful, so outstanding, that he knew he must have encountered the only being in existence more beautiful than himself! He took hold of her hoof. "Forgive my caliber, Lady Fairer Than Celestia Herself, but I beg of you with all that I hold dear, will you join me in holy matrimony, and forever be mine to love and to embrace?"

Trixie smiled. "Why of course, My Dear Prince, The Great and Powerful Trixie would be more than pleased to dub thee Her Eternal Consort, and take Her place as the one true princess!"

The golden cathedral they stood in shook with the applause of the thousands of beings, from all corners of the globe, that had gathered to witness this monumentous event in history. The pair kissed, thus completing the wedding and their mutual coronation to King and Queen of the world.

Blueblood turned to Shining Armor, who had been one of his seven-hundred best men for the five-second wedding. "I'll be counting on you in the future, for while our castle will have many butlers, YOU will always be with us."

Trixie, her shimmering crown of pure sunlight taking the form of a pointy hat with every type of jewel imaginable, beamed. "Oh, splendid, My Love! Trixie has always wanted a peasant for hourly hoof-massages!"

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Shining Armor awoke with a scream, breathing heavily and dripping with sweat. It was several minutes (and Blueblood shouting at him once to 'just turn on a damn nightlight, for Celestia's sake!') before Shining could compose himself. His most immediate thought went thus:

I can NEVER let those two be together.

This wasn't just to prevent massively creepy ultra-narcissism, but to keep a friend from falling victim to the effects of (he'd read the story to Twily once) a love poison-potion. Without the actual potion. Even though he knew Trixie was probably miles away by now, he couldn't get back to sleep. He got out of bed, wondering what he should do now.

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"Checkmate!" Doctor gleefully announced as he put the rook down. "Doing better every time. Another?"

"Sure, why not." Shining Armor shrugged, yawning loudly.

"I'm happy you joined me in my nightly games of chess, but why aren't you sleeping?"

Shining Armor shivered. "I don't want to talk about it..."

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