Chapter four: sometimes… gravity is not your friend
(Canterlot castle, throne room)
“Why hello ambassador mare, why are you here?” celestia asks, looking at his entourage
“Not here for you helium butt, I am here to speak to Luna, is she out?” he replies, everypony with him turning white at his blatant insult towards their solar monarch
“She is in the royal library with that book about a colt named ‘Waldo’ you gave her” as they leave she mutters to herself “Is my plot that big? Maybe if I stop eating cake and took up running… and stop sitting on the throne all day”
(Royal library)
“WHERE ART THOUGH WALDO?!” Luna bellows, the royal canterlot voice in full effect
“Right there, oh beautiful princess” the cat purrs, pointing out a single character
“Why thank you! Now I can get to putting the writer of ‘cupcakes’ behind bars…OH! Ambassador kitty! Oh how I have missed you!” the princess replies, hopping onto him, wrapping her legs and hooves around the surprised cat. Snuggling close, she rests her nose over his shoulder
The cat wraps his arms around the happy princess as she tightens her grip “My dear lady, whatever happened to bowing? Honestly, you’re making me blush!” he strokes her ethereal mane, causing her to sigh contentedly. She relents and wavers only to brush a stray hair back into place with a midnight wing. She blushes at how she acted and sits back down on her chair.
“Oh THIS will make a good story” seaswirl smirks, rubbing a hoof under her chin
“Is kitty your special someone princess?” lyra asks, her golden eyes wide
At lyra’s comment, bonbon facehoofs
Luna blushes more “W-what? No! G-goodness no!” she stammers
The cat grimaces as if hurt “You wound me my lovely blue moon bunny, though to answer the question, we are old friends”
“Also, I have a friend who wishes to meet you”
“U-uhh… W-who?” she mutters, flicking her abacus absent mindedly
(While they talk, how about we check on pinkie?)
“I wonder what’s in this closet” (By closet, she means the door covered with “do not open” signs) when she opens it, an avalanche of baseballs pours out, beaning our heroine but bouncing off her hair without effect
Grabbing one in her mouth, she bounces off to find the others
(Back in the library)
“-And that is what she asked” the cat finishes, wiggling his fingers in lyra’s direction, and letting her wrap her hooves around it
“I would love to go, but could it be tomorrow? I have many things to get done today” she replies, hiding behind a book
“HI GUYS! I found a whole closet filled with baseballs!” pinkie announces. Upon seeing the flying ball of doom, the princess manages an “eep!” before she looses a magical blast at the object
Pinkie side stepped the blast, but not kitty, he is knocked through the castle “AY! EE! I! OH! YU!” and he breaks through the outer wall “I ask myself this sometimes: WWWHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY????????!!!!!!!!!!!”
As he falls, a certain gold-eyed mailmare passes under him. “Oh ditzy doo! You are always there when I need you! I love ya’ ditzy; you wonderful Pegasus you!” he brushes her mane “you look lost” he scratches her snout.
“Yeah, I can’t find this ‘sugar cube corner street’” she replies, looking at the package
“Uh, that’s the bakery in ponyville, it’s where you purchase muffins” he clarifies.
“MUFFINS!” she yells, shooting off towards her quarry
“Aw horseapples…” he mutters, before falling…
Five feet
“Huh, guess my depth perception is off”
“That was fun! Let’s do that again!” comes a voice from a fuzzy warm lump in his sleeve
“LYRA! You were there the whole time?!” the cat asks, she replies with a nuzzle under his chin
“Let’s go get bonbon” he says, holding the nuzzling pony close to his chest