Aching
The Return of Princess Nightmare Moon
Part 6: Aching
Celestia awoke with Nightmare Moon slowly curling into her. “Nightie…?” she whispered softly, ears lifting. Nightmare Moon’s draconic-pupil’ed gaze shifted to her sister, and she made a jerking motion with her head. The milky alicorn looked up in time to see a male nurse leave the room and shut the door quietly. His hoof-steps didn’t travel far, for Celestia knew the bench outside her chambers squeaked.
“Sister.” Nightmare said softly. “We… we missed thee.” Her eyes glowed in the blackness, woeful and a little tired. “We were preened a bit, and wished to lay with thee until the dawn?” it came out like a question.
“O-of course.” Celestia lifted one of her wings, sidling over on the massive bed to make more room. She could feel her sister’s thin frame press into her side, cool and black as the night she commanded. Celestia was white and much warmer, often the subject of bed-time jealousy in their eons-ago fillyhoods. But it made for wonderful snuggles, even to that night. “Are you well, little sister?” she checked under her wing and laid her head down.
“We art emaciated, bald, and grumpy.” Nightmare Moon said snootily, sticking her tongue out. Celestia giggled aloud, pressing her wing down over her sister’s head. The daytime Princess pulled the sheets a bit so they could hide from the darkness, briefly lighting her horn to pull the curtains around her bed closed. Ponies might get the wrong idea if they wandered in to find the Royal Sisters in bed together. “I was preened a bit this night, so… less feathers once more.” She folded her wings carefully so she wasn’t poking Celestia with them. Laying on her side at last, Celestia pulled Nightmare Moon to her breast and sighed loudly. The black alicorn froze awkwardly, taking in her sister’s scent. She smelled of soft soaps and quiet vanilla. Slowly, Nightmare closed her eyes and melted into her sister’s embrace. “C…Cellie…” she whispered into her sister’s chest.
There was a long, quiet affection between them. Though it had been little more than six weeks since Nightmare’s return, they’d had so, so little time to just be sisters. In the primordial era they’d always had eachother’s embrace, and only now were they truly returning to it after a thousand years of silence.
Did you miss me, sister, Nightmare’s hugs said.
Yes, yes of course--- every day, Celestia’s nuzzling said.
Please, please forgive me—I’ve missed you so, Nightmare’s quiet whimpers begged.
Shhhh-sh-shhh, sissie is here, shhh—Celestia’s tighter embrace and gentle nibbling assured.
It was a quiet, wordless, loving sort of thing that few ponies would recognize anymore. A passerby might think them lovers, but no, theirs was a connection only ancient beings like they could grasp. Boundless and unconditional love. Unbridled by embarrassment or public scrutiny, they warmed the bed with quiet sighs. Twas not sexual, no, merely what happens when two goddesses embrace with love. Hidden away from mortal eyes, Nightmare could quietly croon and be fussed over by a being as old as she, and not feel any need to put up shields or defenses. Her sister loved her, she’d been welcomed home—cared for—loved again by her little ponies—oh Faust—
Nightmare and Celestia slept in quiet embrace like two perfect, entwined swans. Their massive wingspans helped cover each other along with the sheets, and for the first time in an age Nightmare Moon slept during the night. Relief had filled her body, and then weighed it down for slumber. Celestia had never slept more deeply in the past thousand years.
The Next Morning…
Shining Armor nodded politely to the two guards posted at Celestia’s chamber door, cocking an eyebrow at the stallion asleep on the nearby bench. He was a handsome thing with a bandage on his flank. A medical pony? Why was he sleeping there? He made a silent gesture, nodding towards the stranger. “Princess Nightmare Moon’s private nurse.” said the guard on the left. Ah, so that was it.
Straightening his breastplate a bit and removing his helm as was polite, the Captain of the guard cleared his throat a bit. He’d not met Princess Nightmare yet, so this was a very big moment for him. He’d heard she was a strange black alicorn with demon fangs and a bald head, but he knew well enough to roll his eyes at such silly rumors. Approaching the double door, he knocked firmly and then entered as was customary for him some mornings. Being the Captain of the Guard, it was he who greeted Celestia in the mornings sometimes to make a brief report and wish her a good sunrise. (Several ponies shared this honor, he was just one of them).
“Good morning, Princess Celestia!” said the stallion, bowing to the close-curtained bed. “It’s Captain Shining Armor, with your morning report!” he stood stock still, perhaps three lengths from the bed.
“Mhhh!” said a grumpy voice from inside the curtains. The sound of a mare not wanting to rise.
“Er, I saw Princess Nightmare Moon’s hoof-nurse outside. Is she here with you?”
“Mhh!” said the same grouchy voice. There was some shifting in the sheets, and Shining Armor saw the vague shape of a massive wing lifting up to stretch before it flopped noisily back down again.
He dropped his salute, standing there a little awkwardly. “Princess Celestia?” an invisible sort of magnetism drew the stallion towards the bedside. The same that makes a horror-movie character go down the basement stairs or look in the dark closet. Gulping a little at the long, pregnant silence, he leeeeeeaned forward with one hoof. “P… Princess?” he whispered, like he was expecting to be sprung upon. Turning his ears back and narrowing his eyes, he slowwwwly pushed back the bed curtain. “FWAH!?” He was grabbed up by darkness and hauled into the bed by strength immeasurable!
“Ohhh, sister this one is handsome.” Nightmare Moon was holding the massive, armored stallion up as though he weighed nothing in a brief show of strength, before dropping him to the mattress. Shining Armor froze in mortal terror. In bed. With the Royal Sisters. Oh Faust, his heart! The poor stallion started to hyperventilate. “May we have him?” she rolled Shining Armor onto his back to paw at his chest a little greedily.
Celestia lifted her head with a smirk, sleep still in her beautiful eyelashes. She batted them a couple of times. “I think Captain Shining Armor is spoken for, sister. He’s engaged.”
“But not married?” Shining Armor looked over in time to see a bald, fanged alicorn lean over him like a piece of meat. He squirmed as he was eyed up.
“Nightmare, please.” Celestia chuckled good-naturedly. “He’s going to have a heart attack, release him.” She made a mild gesture.
“Poo.” Nightmare flopped down again, the icy grip of her magic releasing the white stallion at last. “Thou still needs to show me to thy harem.” She grumped as Shining Armor crawled for his life. Celestia watched him go with alicorn mischief glittering in his eyes. This was nothing if not just a little bit funny. The stallion tumbled off the bed, all four legs bicycling into the air as he comically righted himself.
“P-P-Princess Nightmare Moon, nice to meet you, at last!” He was backing away rapidly, until there was some good distance between himself and the bed. If ANYPONY had seen him just now, pressed between two goddesses, ohhh the rumors! The scandal! He bowed deeply to hide his flushed face.
“I don’t have a harem anymore, sister, I told you this.” Celestia rose, nodding to the Captain’s bow so he could rise. “Several times.”
“We know. But we enjoy ribbing thou.” Nightmare rose on achy legs, then fell over with a yip. “Curse mine weak body!” she grunted, squirming to turn and use the bed to rise. Her legs rattled back and forth like the thin, spindly things that they were.
“Oh, let me help!” Shining Armor’s honor sent him forward on autopilot and he used a strong hoof to help the black alicorn onto her hooves. “There! All… better?” despite being white-furred he still went a little pale when she smiled with all her fangs at him. “They really are…” he mumbled, staring at them.
“Thank thee, chivalry it seems, has some sliver of survival in this odd era.” Nightmare Moon nodded, stretching in a very achy way.
Celestia rose. “Your report, Captain.” She said gently, shaking her mane until the solar winds of the universe caught it and made it blow again. Shining Armor tore his eyes away from the giant canines in Nightmare’s mouth and coughed loudly, saluting and parting his lips to obey. Nightmare decided then was a good time to slip out.
Stepping out into the hallway and stretching once more, she saw her nurse laying curled up on a bench. “Rise, hoofservant. We journey elsewhere.” She said groggily, prodding him with a hoof. She was not all the way awake in mind and body yet, so it made her a little crabby. Nurse Bandaid moaned, sore and restless in his sleep. He’d camped out there on the bench, waiting for his charge to re-emerge. “Rise, hoofservant.” Nightmare said a little louder. She yawned with an unfurling, forked tongue. “We journey to my chambers, perhaps, to bed still.” She squinted distastefully at the sunbeams coming into the corridor from the massive windows. She didn’t like to be in sunlight, it made her very uncomfortable. The sleeping stallion groaned again, turning over. Growling a little and lifting her jowls, the Princess loomed over him like a great black shadow. “We commandeth thee—rise!” she BIT him right on the ass, sinking her fangs into him!
“AAAAIEEEEE!” Nurse Bandaid jerked like he were struck by lightning! He tumbled off the bench, bleeding two twin strands of blood down his flank. “My flank!” he cried, holding himself. “You bit me!” he gaped at her in horror, for when he looked up she was licking her reddened fangs a bit.
“Eat less sweets, Nurse Bandaid, thy blood is fraught with sugar.” Nightmare Moon informed him. He went a little pale at this. As though he would obey and make himself taste better for her! She watched him quickly fetch a bandage from his saddlebag of medical supplies, patching himself after quickly wiping the wound.
“Please don’t bite me anymore…?” he wilted before her slit-pupiled gaze. Bandaid whimpered a little, as though expecting to be eaten on the spot.
“Ignore us less.” Nightmare Moon said, turning her muzzle up at him. “Come, we return to mine chambers.” She started shakily down the hall, trying to be easy on her slender little legs. He followed, sore in the rump thanks to her.
There was a long silence. All who remained were the twin-armored stallions standing guard on either side of the door to the royal bedroom. One guard looked at the other. “You know, we guard doors for a living and we see some of the weirdest shit—”
“Eyes forward, private.” said the other stallion, though his mouth was turned up in a smirk of amusement.
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Nightmare and Nurse Bandaid came to a large, angular archway. The door had been torn off and replaced, and the hall beyond furiously cleaned. “Ah, our home, at last.” The dark Princess whispered.
Bandaid cocked his head as they crossed the threshold. There were no windows, only tiny lights, and the floor was black marble. It was beautiful, in an intimidating sort of way. Just like the Princess he looked after. “What is this place? I’ve never seen it before.”
“The Obsidian Hall.” Nightmare Moon said reverently, stopping to stroke a column. “Our personal apartments, office, and chambers.” There were seven or eight doors in the long hall. “It is an off-shoot of the palace built into the mountain so that pesky sunlight may never touch it. Mine balcony is only meant for raising the moon.”
Bandaid could hear their hoof-steps echoing slightly. He looked up at the portraits on the walls. Nightmare with Celestia. Nightmare surrounded by the moon and stars. Nightmare dressed in armor. Nightmare surrounded by handsome stallions, draped on a big pillow. Plenty of self-celebration. He wrinkled his nose a little. “It’s… different.” He said carefully.
The Princess came to a stop in front of the far door. She lifted a hoof, resting it slowly on the cool mahogany door. “Our room.” She mumbled, a somber expression coming over her. Her nurse could see she was seeing the past, and watched her hoof slid down to press it open. Eeeeeehhhh, whined the door. They peered inside with perked ears. Darkness greeted them. As soon as the Princess crossed the threshold, a silver lining of runes ignited around the threshold. A hearth over twenty feet wide exploded into flame, scaring the nurse and making him run to her side like a frightened puppy. Wherever she walked, the Princess seemed to activate automatic room functions. Curtains closed themselves. The large writing desk opened. A massive table unfolded out of the wall. The bed pulled its sheets back. The vanity unfolded its compartment arms, tilting its mirror back and forth. It was as if the whole place were possessed and greeting her Majesty! “We are sure you’ll forgive the massive fire, Bandaid.” Nightmare said over her shoulder, going to a sofa and climbing up into it. It was high-seated, like a symposium platform. “We prefer a hot chamber to a cool one, unlike our sister.”
“It’s… very different.” Nurse Bandaid mumbled, slowly putting his bag down.
Nightmare lounged on the sofa in front of the fire, peering about the room. “Replica… replacement… new… replica…” she was studying each piece of furniture, every trapping, even the rug on the floor. “It seems all of our things were eaten by time herself. Pity.” She sighed. She cocked her eyebrow at the closet and it sprang open violently. Empty.
“Are you comfortable?” Bandaid was glad she’d finally decided to settle and rest. Coming over, he lifted one of her wings to check it for new feathers. There were a few sprouting. “Hm.” He mumbled. “Not as many as I’d like.” He frowned a little. Going over to his medical pack, he took a little flat instrument out. “Say ahh?” he asked. She obeyed, and he looked about in her mouth. Then he checked her hooves, her pulse, her blood pressure, and many other things. “Your mane is growing back, just a little.” He smiled. “I can see some frizz coming in.” he ran a playful hoof on her head. She scowled at him, and he smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I know it’s a touchy topic.”
“Indeed.” Nightmare said with a frown.
Bandaid checked the color of her belly, the sheen of her fur, and the flexibility of her Royal muzzle. When this got more and more fangs pointed at him, he finally stopped. “W-well, you seem stable for the moment. Maybe you can settle with a book for a few hours? Or I can fetch you a snack or something? I have more vitamin juice, actually, I’d like you to drink that before day’s end…” he trailed off, going through his saddlebags. “Where did it go?” he frowned.
“Mh?” Nightmare Moon said innocently, laying on her back and watching him while he searched. Perched between her two hooves was a juice box with medical markings all over it. She sucked hard on the straw, making empty juice box sounds. He looked up, a little startled. Troll’d. The nurse face-hoof’d a little and she smiled with her eyes. When had she…? Guh. Ah well, at least she was drinking it. That’s what mattered. “There.” She tossed the empty juice box into the hearth, where the fire snapped it up like it was alive. “Hath thou contented thyself with all thy poking and prodding?” she wanted to know, smirking. “Or is closely examining defenseless, sickly mares what excites thee?” she grinned playfully at him, wiggling an eyebrow.
“I-I-I! Th-that’s not--!” Bandaid looked completely taken aback at her.
Nightmare Moon threw her head back in a great, bellowing laugh, falling back onto the couch. “We jest with thee, hoof-servant!” she assured him. His painful smile finally ended her laughter after a bit, and she rubbed a happy tear from her eye. “But, we shalt not abuse thee always. Come, we shalt instead share a great secret with thee.” She pointed to her saddlebags, which had been moved to the room recently. “Go and get my stack of papers. You know the ones.” He obeyed, and brought them to her after fishing them out of the fat bags. “Ahem.” She took them gently and lit her horn with some effort. “Surely…” she gritted her teeth with great effort. “Surely we can manage a static charge. Hynnn!” her horn crackled, hummed, crackled again. “Ah, there we are!” The stack of papers before her were possessed by her magic at last, and hovered into the air. Moving like a ghostly fleet through the air, they arranged themselves into a grand, grid-like pattern and attached themselves to the wall. “Look upon my genius.” She said at last, smiling broadly.
Bandaid went to the wall. He’d seen these drawings before. All of the lines and angles and numbers… now was the first time seeing the entire picture, but it still didn’t make much sense to him. “Is it… artwork?” he asked, turning to look back at her.
“The greatest of artworks.” Nightmare agreed, gesturing. “Tiz my design for the new night sky, when my powers return enough to mold it again.”
“Can you do that?” Nurse Bandaid asked, astounded. “I thought you were the Princess of the Moon? You can move the stars too?”
“I am the Princess of the night, stallion.” Nightmare corrected him. “I oversee all things night-oriented.” She gestured mildly back and forth as she grocery-listed things. “Moon, stars, tides, fertility, death, wine… many things.”
“That’s a lot to be in charge of!” The stallion gaped at her, impressed. “You did all that, back in your… era?” he said, touching one of the pages on the wall a little gingerly.
Nightmare’s eyes softened a little. “…Yes.” She looked up at the grand design. “Tiz merely a sketch, though. When we are back to full strength, the night shall be more glorious than thou can imagine…” she whispered in a reverant voice. “Luna herself does not yet obey me, but as my strength returns, so she shall—and the stars as well.” She smiled, curling her hoof into a powerful gesture. Bandaid looked up at the massive, complex design and just trying to see it for what it was. He sighed when he saw he couldn’t. He would have to wait for the real thing, and that was going to be awhile. Nightmare’s horn lit again, and she coughed aloud. Too much magic. The pages fell in a massive scattering, all over the floor. Bandaid rushed about to collect them before the living fireplace got any bright ideas about burning paper. When he brought them back to her, she smiled softly and wiped her lips a bit from her cough. “Thank thee.” She mumbled, putting them away. She flicked her eyes to his rump. “Forgive us for biting, we should not have.”
“Oh, uh… s’alright.” Bandaid smiled a little bashfully, wiggling his flank a little. “It’ll be okay in a day or two. You didn’t tear anything, so the skin will close up right away.” He nodded with a smile. There was a long silence, and he sat in front of the couch while she quietly pawed through the stack of papers to check her angles and figures for the hundredth time.
Nightmare stretched out a bit on the couch with a throaty moan. “Our legs hurt us and we fell down when rising from our sister’s bed this morn.” She told him, not looking up from the papers. “When shall our legs be strong again?”
“W-well, you’ve been up and about quite a bit, and you’ve been in physical therapy for a while, maybe they just need more time.” Bandaid said. The response wasn’t very helpful. “But if they’re aching you, maybe I can help with that. I bet it’s the long tendons.” He knelt down at the far end of the couch, taking one of her massive hooves into his own.
Nightmare gave a slight start. Such a forward thing, mare-handling her back legs like that! She watched him, over the edge of her paper stack, work his firm hooves along the backs of her lower legs. She watched him coax, massage, and bend the limb back and forth until it was soothed in a warm and pleasant feeling. It felt like floppy dough in his expert touch, and she allowed a small purring sound. Laying her head down, she decided she could read perfectly well sideways. “Tiz… nice. Thank thee.”
“Mhm!” he smiled, staring intently at his work. “You’ve got such long, slender legs, there’s a lot to work with and strengthen up!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
A black chuckle rose from Nightmare’s throat. “Why stallion, such appreciation for my litheness?” she said playfully. “Pray, touch me more!” His hooves JUMPED off of her like she were a live wire and he scowled at her. Hiding her face behind her papers, she chuckled again and then quieted herself. It was only after a long time of her being good that he returned to his work on her. If he could get the circulation going better, maybe it would help her aches… yeahhh…
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“Twilight Sparkle?” Prince Blueblood said softly, from a safe distance from her study table.
Twilight turned and looked at him over the rims of her thick reading glasses. “Huhm?” she said, cocking her head. “Oh it’s you, Prince Blueblood.” She said. He noticed her voice was not filled with its usual distaste, but rather an awkward sort of ‘hi there’ ring. “What brings you here?” 'You smell nice!' hung pretty plainly in the air between them, but neither voiced it.
“W-well I wanted to ask you about something.” He turned and produced a flyer from his saddlebag, levitating it over to her. “The Grand Galloping Gala is coming up, you see, and—”
“No.” said Twilight flatly, pushing it back.
“Let me finish, please.” He said, ears turning down and eyes going soft. “I’ll let you alone after, I promise!” Twilight sighed a little, pulling her reading glasses off her face. “The Grand Galloping Gala is coming up, and its required that you come with an escort if you’re of noble blood, yes?”
“I’m not of noble blood.” Twilight said, tilting her head.
“W-well I am, you see, and I don’t really know many mares…” he smiled in a bashful sort of way. “N-now, I know you’re not that fond of me, and you’ll be spending that entire evening with Princess Celestia—but perhaps we could arrive together?” he asked her. “I would leave you be if you liked.”
Twilight calculated in the back of her head. Every single year she was often bombarded by requests by perfect strangers. Eager stallions (and sometimes mares!) that just wanted to be near royalty, or see the Grand Galloping Gala for themselves. She was never pleased, and always sour that time of year because she always had to spend precious study time turning them all down and away. She was the Princess’ protégé, she was always spending the Gala next to her mentor! She didn’t have time for a date. BUT, here was Blueblood, offering to take the spot… and NOT bother her for a hundred dances, or showing her off to other nobles, or anything? He’d leave her alone? “I wouldn’t mind being spoken for, for that evening. It would keep other suitors off my back…” she stroked her chin, seriously considering.
“Then, perhaps at night’s end, we might share just one dance?” the Prince pushed his luck a little. Twilight stared at him sharply. “I’d leave you with the Princess all evening, perhaps on your way out?” he begged.
“Hmm.” Twilight considered again. He really was taking a lot of mess off of her shoulders, serving as eachother’s escort could be mutually beneficial. She imagined all the turning-down letters she wouldn't have to write. All the free time with the princess…? One dance wouldn’t hurt. “Alright.” She smiled a little. “I think we could do that.”
Blueblood’s face lit up like Hearth’s Warming had come early. “Ah! Excellent!” he tossed his golden mane with a grand smile. “I’ll pick you up a half-hour before the Gala begins, and escort you there in my chariot!” he made sure the flyer was on the table so she wouldn’t forget, and turned on his heels.
Twilight looked at the flyer again. It was of a mare and stallion bowing to each other before a dance, with a few musical notes around them. “Hmm.” she said again. Maybe it wouldn’t be so painful after all.
As soon as Blueblood was away, he quickly pressed himself between the stacks and spied at Twilight Sparkle. She’d tucked the flyer in a saddlebag and had gone straight back to studying... whatever she was studying. Ah! He should’ve asked her what she was reading. That would’ve at least drawn the conversation out a bit. His hoof wandered on the shelf for a bit and plucked a book, wondering if perhaps he could study something to impress her. His eyes flicked down at the title. A baking book. Bah, he could already bake. He returned his gaze to Twilight, stroking his chin a little. Beautiful thing… for a time, he forgot about his family line and about his mission’s means-to-an-end. The purple mare had a sharp mind, he really did like that. Even his best negotiating had drawn sharp, wordless criticism from her. With a powerful razor mind like that, she really was just a little bit intimidating. And he… liked that? He frowned, catching himself. Why? It was the stallion’s job to be in charge, wasn’t it? No, herd instinct bade that mares were the ones in charge. His noble upbringing clashed hard with the books he’d been reading, which clashed hard with his natural herd instincts. “Hynn…” he rubbed the bridge of his muzzle a little. This was getting a little complicated. It was well over an hour before he remembered that he’d originally started pursuing Twilight Sparkle for magical-power-breeding purposes. Huh. One didn't just forget that sort of thing. Maybe he was ill. It was early October, after all.
End of Part 6
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Blueblood, maybe not a total ponce. Still a ponce.
HE IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR TWILIGHT!
Another excellent chapter MY NIGHTS FUN HAS BEEN DOUBLED!!
Awesome job with this chapter, I'm loving this story.
Have a mustache
Well that explains everything.
Great new chapter. You made me laugh so hard that I nearly fell off my chair.
Great chapter, though I hope to see the Luna's Story 4: Traitor Among us, update soon too. Anyway, keep up the good work Aegis, you seem to be on a roll right now =).
This is an awesome chapter
1553691 Because it's more true than most people realize?
1553681 Well, if Night continues to be a bitch, he MIGHT START to get CLOSE to being SOMETHING more than dirt... not sure what, but it's possible... heck, I've read a few stories where Hell froze over... you never know...
Blueblood actually falling in love with her? Can't s... Actually, I think I did kinda see that coming. And I also see Twilight 'wearing the pants' in any relationship that springs up there.
NMM biting Bandaid's flank? dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Pinkie_loool.png
The thing with Shining? dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/Luna_lolface.png
Great chapter! I can't wait to see Nightmare back at her full strength. Seeing Equestria react to an antithesis of Celestia is going to be awesome. Oh, and that scene with Celestia and NMM was so touching.
1553681 seconded
I'm loving the NMM interpretation. Also a VERY nice touch on having her call the moon Luna. Luna IS afterall a name for the moon
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
It's over sooo soooooooonnnnnn!
Why did it have to end?
Don't do it Twilight! It's a trap! dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Lyra_cry.png
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So, we meet again...dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Lyra_dealwithit.png
1553681 well, I'm culturally ignorant. could you possibly give me a definition of "ponce"?
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It is British slang, which I am shamelessly stealing! Canadians are allowed to I say!
Quick and dirty definition in the context I am using it: Someone who poses and pretends to be something they are not. While being lame at the same time.
If this is early October... I wonder what's become of Nightmare Night...
Nightmare scaring the piss out of Blueblood turned him from unbearable douche to sorta douche that might still be an unbearable douche, maybe.
We all know Nightmare wants some of that bandaid flank.
Another good chapter, look forward to the next.
NMM was talking about the moon when she referenced Luna right? It sounded a bit like she was talking about a sentient pony, not a celestial object...
This image comes to mind for me.
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Prince Blueblood! Oh ye of little faith! You have a store of knowledge Twilight would love to learn about: the science of baking! Think about it. Wouldn't she be intrigued by the inner workings of yeast, the delicate properties of a rising cake, or the art of seasoning to the taste of a connoisseur? Scratch that last part, though. You've got to make it as
scientificscience-y as possible. Twilight adores being science-y. And she'd immediately start making spreadsheets categorizing seasonings and their relative impacts on the enjoyment for different palates.1553691 Made me crack my lips laughing to be honest, now I'm wincing in pain every time I so much as smirk.
Well, now... This is a first I certainly havent' come across yet in my wanderings here on FimFiction.
Prince Blueblood actually developing feelings of love for another being -and for Twilight Sparkle no less!
At least he has good taste...
If anything comes of that, at least between Twi and NMM, they should be able to tame him into something resembling a good pony...
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Yea I think I've seen the, "Blueblood is a traitor, or betrayer, or coup instigator, at least 25 times in various fics. Honestly I've stop reading as soon as I see it anymore. Blueblood definitely isn't smart enough to do anything of the sort if he's even a little in character. Blueblood is a pompous, self-centered noble who has zero common sense or knowledge outside of the castle.
In this fic he is/was all of those things. But he's showing reasonable and believable growth as a character. Aegis is one of those people who doesn't fail you when it comes to cliche's so I've got high hopes for whats going to happen. I'm sure it will be unpredictable or at least have surprising elements.
Blueblood... I'm watching you...
Hmm I'm liking the characterization of Princess Nightmare. It's haughty, mischievous, and yet maintains a certain regal air to it. Well done.
But I have to wonder if this will end in a ship like your previous story was supposed to. Eh, no matter stories tend set their own tone and wind their own way to the end.
You are making me root for Blueblood.
Why are you doing this to meeeeee?
Blueblood is a douche but i can see a day that he decides that he does not want to be a douche anymore.
If (BIG IF) he succeeds then he Might be an acceptable match for Twily
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There is not enough Nightmare Moon reaction images.
This chapter held a wonderful pacing. Especially for nightmares words. Many stories rush the conversations and flush feelings through narrative, but this story has kept a natural pace that's a pleasure to read.
As always, looking forward to next chapter.
Can't wait for more bravo good sir bravo.
Luna and juice boxes were mentioned so this is required!
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Now that I think about it this might be out of context
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Well, of all the culinary arts, baking is the one that most closely resembles a true science instead of an art form, since you need exact measurements and precise applications of temperature and time to assure that you achieve optimum quality in your products. (We'll just ignore the whole issue of molecular gastronomy cuisine for the moment, though if Twilight ever does try to be a master chef, I'm sure that will be the route she takes to learning cooking.) dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_TwilightWut.png
NMM was adorable in this chapter, well done.
Hmm...is Blueblood...dare I say...DEVELOPING?
This story has made me a decent!BluebloodxTwilight shipper.
There's the hope i wished for Blueblood. Most don't think of him in the nicest lights, but i'm sure he's not a completely lost cause.
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No, This is out of context!
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Your move, bro.
uuuuuuuuum, who is this Luna? There was only ever Nightmare Moon, right?
Or is she being cryptic again?
Oh the life of a royal guard, weird shit just seems to happen in Canterlot for some reason...
Blueblood/Twilight?
Nightmare Moon/Band-aid?
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Great chapter I love where all of this is going, and could Blueblood actually be becoming...likeable?!
Naaah, couldn't be.
Celestia watched him go with alicorn mischief glittering in his eyes. (Should that be her eyes? I don't see why the Shining would have alicorn mischief in his eyes.)
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Remember she tried to move the moon earlier but couldn't do it because she's still too weak? That's what she meant by 'Luna not obeying her'.
Luna is the moon, as in the actual moon.
Oh nightmare you are just like your sis you troller you
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Moon, stars, tides, fertility, death, wine… many things.
People wonder why I like NMM so much....
Great story and pacing. Not to fast not to slow. it is just right. An everypony needs to watch out now. Nightmare had tasted FLESH!!!!! PONY FLESH!!!!
Like the old horror movies...it is all over once 'it' tastes flesh!!!!!!!
Hmmm...
If Prince Blueblood is truly willing to change himself for her sake, then this might actually work out. She could teach him how to look past the superficiality of blood and race, and she could benefit from his knowledge of social manipulation. If they truly come to love each other, not just as breeding stock or a convenient 'out' of the dating scene, then they have my blessing.