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// Whining and Dining 
// Story: My mom is the moon. 
// by Dimond Rainbow 
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I sat up and rubbed my crusty eyes, sleep, it didn't happen.

Luna trotted over to me, her smile bright, but eyes tired. "Good morning, Diamond! Did you sleep well?" She chirped, as I tossed the blanket off, smacking my lips.

My hair stuck up in odd angles, and I gave her a dry look, my throat dry. "Coffee first, talking later."

Luna picked me up in her magic and placed me on her back, I didn't complain, my brain was too drained. "You drink coffee? but, your just a child."

I grunted as she trotted down the halls, I didn't want to talk. I was tired, my head hurt, and my neck was sore.





I sat at the table between the two princesses, food splayed out before me.

I took long drags of a large cup of coffee, the hot liquid, sweetened and sliding down my throat with an awakening warmth.

"Today the foreign chefs shall be coming, but I'm afraid that it won't be until late." Celestia said, stirring up a conversation. 

My coffee still hadn't kicked in and I just listened to them drone on. 

I wanted Ada.

But I couldn't have her.

I still must be tired, I was thinking in delirium.

"Oh, Diamond... Don't cry... Whatever is that matter?" Luna cooed, her eyes looking worriedly at me.

"I'm not crying!" I sobbed, but when I spoke, I knew I was. I touched my cheeks and felt warmth trailing down my cheeks.

"Please... tell me what is wrong..." Luna asked, her eyes gentle and pleading.

I didn't want to tell them, to seem weak, but crying wasn't helping my case, and the fact that the more I tried to repress it, the more I seemed to cry.

Perhaps it was the lack of sleep that was making me act this way? I didn't know but my head throbbed as the tears continued to cascade down my cheeks.

"Tell me... Please let me help you..."

I whipped my nose, tears still flowing. "I... I miss..." my voice died in my throat, I couldn't say it. I didn't want to say it out loud.

"Yes...?" Both princesses asked, each gazing with pitied and worried expressions.

"I miss... I miss my Ada... my girlfriend... she was..." My voice was nothing but a pathetic whimper and whine, I sounded like a toddler. Still more tears rolled down my face in warm rivers. "She was my everything... we had... everything planned out...! I was going to finish college and we were going to get married... get a house... have kids... our lives were... everything was gonna be..."

A powerful sob rocked my body as I slumped against the table, not caring that my nose was running, or that my head was beginning to pound with a horrendous headache.

Luna wrapped wings around my back, kinda like a hug. 

I didn't complain, I just continued to pour out my emotions.

I had to admit, the hug was awkward, but comforting and warm. I had enough conscience not to lean into the hug, I didn't want this emotional break to lead to something more, my tears persisted.

I didn't want to keep crying but it persisted.



My head pounded, and my eyes burned. 

I wiped my nose on my sleeve, and suppressed a hiccup that threatened to burst forth. 

"Are you better?" Celestia asked softly, her warm purple eyes looking to me gently.

"I... I need to..." I couldn't finish, my head was fuzzy again, but I didn't pass out.

I leaned into Luna's fury side, her heartbeat almost soothing. I felt her tense, but my eyes felt heavy and weighted down by lead.




When I woke up it was dawn again, and Luna was close to me.

I could have pushed away but... I will deny this if you quote me... it was comfy.

Snuggled close to her side, her heartbeat close to my head. I nestled in further, her fur felt soft, warm and silky.

I couldn't believe my actions but I was tired, and she was comforting. So, I nestled in closer, sleep taking me again.



When I awoke again, Luna was running a brush through her mane, which still boggled my mind, and another through her tail. I blinked hazily, and yawned.

"Wassup moon butt..." I groaned, rubbing my eyes and stretching.

"The chefs from the other realms arrived late last night and are preparing their best dishes this morning, they'll be preparing breakfast, lunch and dinner for you today. And you'll pick which ones you like best." Luna said, adjusting her royal attire. "Oh, and Rarity sent over some new clothes for you, some of those pants you asked for, shoes, and a few shirts."

I blinked tiredly, and climbed out of the bed, saying. "I'll be back in.... give me 10 minutes." As I entered the bathroom.

I might have been in a child's body, but I had a woman's needs, and I was going to take care of them. 

After I got myself taken care of, and then looked in the mirror.

My hair was a wild mess, and dark bags clung under my eyes, sleep crusted itself on my face, and my pj's were wrinkled beyond a doubt.

I splashed water on my face, shaking off the liquid.

I ran finger's through my tangled terraces, to no avail. My mind becoming more awake and sharp, thinking with the same clarity I always did, sharp and crisp, clear and vivid.

I walked out of the bathroom, the princess adorned in her dark royal regalia.  I picked up my folded clothes, fresh and new that Rarity had made with such fine care.

I picked a pair of jeans, black dock shoes, a clean shirt, but to my dismay; there was no new navy knit sweater vest as I so fondly wore, so, I grabbed my old one, dusted and wrinkled as it was and finished dressing myself.

Then with utter displeasure, I picked up the harshest toothed comb Luna had, and began to run it from the top down, wincing as blonde and cyan strands of knotted hair was pulled from my scalp, The princess regarding something on scrolls behind me.

"OW!" I yelped, as the brush got entangled with a particularly stubborn knot. "Dummer Fickkopf…"

Moon-butt gave me undesired attention and took the brush from my hair and hand with out pain in her blue magic mist, and picked up a softer brush and some sort of oil.

"I don't need your help... I can brush my own dummkopf hair.." I grumbled, folding my arms.

 I hated this! 

I hated being a child and needing to depend on an adult for many things I was too small to do on my own.

The blue wonder only chuckled softly and used her magic to coat my hair in the lavender smelling oil, and then run the soft brush through my disobedient locks. Much to my aggravated surprise.

I puffed out my cheeks, my face turning red. I had been proved wrong, again. "What is that stuff you put in my hair anyways, moony?"

"It's a special herbal mixture to help keep your hair soft and silky, as well as keep it untangled." She giggled, a small smile across her muzzle, as she hummed gently.

I swallowed, hard. 

What she was humming was the very same song Ada used to hum or sing to me when she would tame my unruly mane with the skill of a lion-tamer, as she herself had an even wilder jungle to work through thrice everyday.





We sat in the royal dinning room, the table strewn with what seemed to be hundreds of different food spreads. Some it smelled delicious, other's looked delicious, other's repulsive to sight and scent.

The first breakfast dish I began to eat, was tasteless meat, cooked to a rubbery char. I chewed and chewed, but finally had to spit it out, it was like eating gristle! "Umm whatever that was.... ugh.... that needs some serious help..." I grimaced, and the dragon chef came and took away his dish, head hung in shame.

I almost felt bad for him, almost!I felt worse for my mouth which had been so cruelly subjected to tasting whatever it was that I had just tasted.

Next dish I tasted was actually quite good. 

It was still some unknown meat, but had a bit of sweetness too it, topped with some sort or cornmeal, or something of that ilk.

"Ok, that definitely -mmm!- is an attention getter! Me likey!" I hummed, taking a few more bites of the heavenly dish.

The third and final dish I savored looked like a some sort of biscuit, and tasted even better! They were just these tiny, puffy little doughy, meaty disks full of flavor! I ate at least five! 

"Ok, we definitely have a winner for -mmph- bweakfest!" I remarked, mouthful of my sixth of what ever it was.




Lunch rolled around not long after, and I had just sat in the dinning hall, sketching a picture of these ponies as humans. Which was not as easy as one might think considering that they were horses. and had no actual colors expect pastel, but 

I managed pretty good for myself if I do say so.



For Celestia it was hard not to draw her in some lewd skimpy gold armor, which I might draw on a later date and keep it privately, but in the end I decided on giving her a skill very sexy gold two piece bikini, her wings and I dunno why but I decided to keep the back hooves.

And for pain in my backside Luna, I also thought about this sexy Amazonian design, but I also felt compelled to do something a little.... cuter. But I also could see her looking sorta badass. There were a lot of choices that I'd play with later, but for now, after erasing her at least fifteen times, I went with this.



Then there was Rarity, and since I had no idea how to do trendsetter clothing, I went with a more simple and chic design.



And for the guards, well that was easy enough.




But I put my drawing aside as the food was brought on.

I sampled the first dish, praying it wasn't like breakfast. 

I moaned as savory venison tantalized my taste buds, it was savory with a hearty gravy, and the Ruby potatoes' that went with it were divine!

"Ok, dis ish good!"

Then I ate the next coughing it out the minute it hit my mouth. "Was der Fick gemacht habe, habe ich gerade gegessen?!" 

This time, rather than I expected, The griffon chef came out and collected the plater with his food as I gulped down two whole glasses of lemonade to get the putrid taste from my mouth.

Next was the third and final dish, which looked like sushi, very, very, very, very yummy looking sushi.

I could feel drool dribble down my chin and quickly wiped it up as I took a bite of the tantalizing dish before me. Warm rice and poached salmon that was perfectly salted was quickly devoured, and again I ate more than what I should have.

But give a girl a break, it was , sooooooooooo goooooooooood!

"This one's gonna go places! Mean! Mmph! Ish sho guud!"





Dinner went the same as breakfast and lunch, and by the time I had finished eating each savory dish, I was at a fork in my chef choosing road.

The dragon couldn't cook breakfast if it came up behind them and bit them in the tail.

The griffon couldn't make a decent lunch if her life depended on it.

And the Hippogriff, ugh, couldn't make a dinner like they could breakfast and lunch.

Out of all the food was just too good.

I looked to each of the chefs, their faces hopeful as I made my decision.