//------------------------------// // 109. Breakfast by Fuzzyfurvert // Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab // by Fuzzyfurvert //------------------------------// by Fuzzyfurvert *** “It says here that you employed royal taste testers until the mid-1200’s and then you suddenly stopped. Why was that?” Celestia looked over at Twilight as she bit into the heavily buttered toast that held a heaping forkful of fluffy scrambled eggs. “Hmm? I think it was about that time that it was determined that I was immune to most mortal poisons and toxins. Seemed like a superfluous position after that.” Celestia chewed slowly, watching Twilight’s own silverware fly around the large tome held in her horngrip as the younger alicorn grunted in response and continued to study at the breakfast table. She swallowed and cleared her throat gently. Celestia smirked as Twilight’s fork froze in mid-air, the bit of waffle it was transporting swinging wildly and threatening to set sail on it’s own ballistic trajectory. Twilight peaked around the edge of her book, looking just like the young unicorn she once was not too long ago. “Y-yes?” “Twilight, what have I told you about books at the table when we are eating?” “Not to accidentally dip them in the pudding?” “Correct. Let’s amend that to include eggs and grits or anything else that might stain or get the book wet, shall we?” Celestia leaned forward ever so slightly, her voice calm and heavy with weight of a mentor’s advice. Twilight gulped and looked under her Histories of Royally Appointed Positions and Commissioned Crockery: Illustrated Edition, at her plate. There was a perfect five inches of clearance between the tome and the possible staining agents, which was minimum industry standard when handling research materials and chemicals. She was in no danger of harming the book whatsoever. Twilight sighed as the tension drained out of her before rolling her eyes at Celestia. “What are you, my mom?” “Considering what we did last night - and again right before breakfast - I should hope not!” Celestia placed a hoof on her chest in mock shock. “Such scandal!” “Hehehe!” Twilight giggled and closed her book as she set it aside. “That would be AWKward.” She continued to giggle for a moment longer until she made a choked gurgle noise deep in her throat. “Twilight?” Celestia tilted her head as she watched Twilight’s face go from happy to disturbed. “Is something wrong?” Twilight blanched. “UUhhggh! Now I’m imagining what we did, only instead of you, it’s my mom!” Twilight pushed her plate away. “Curse my fertile imagination! Now I wish brainbleach was a spell I could cast on myself…” “Velvet?” Celestia blinked, her own imagination kicking in. Far from the disgust obviously displayed by Twilight, she felt the need to tease her young partner rising. “I highly doubt your mother is flexible enough to pull off the bedroom acrobatics we accomplished last night. I mean, not at her age now, but go back just a few years and then it becomes far more plausible.” Celestia hammed it up by biting her lip and hmmming to herself. “Velvet had quite the flank on her when she was younger.” Twilight stared at her as if Celestia had grown a second head, mouth hanging open. “Oh, who am I kidding? She’s got a fantastic flank now, even after two foals! I can’t fault you for a little Oedipus feelings towards her.” “I-I think I’m going... to vomit…” “Don’t worry, I feel completely comfortable in our relationship’s strength that I won’t have to worry about Velvet sweeping you off your hooves and stealing you away from me” “Yeah...gonna vomit.” Twilight rose unsteadily and glared at Celestia before turning toward the door and walking out of their private breakfast nook. Celestia knew she should stop. She knew she would catch hell for her teasing later. She just couldn’t stop herself. “Unless of course Velvet knows that swirly thing I do that makes you scream!” The sound of vomit hitting the carpet in the hall made her wince. The maids wouldn’t let her forget that anytime soon. Twilight certainly wouldn’t.