A Very Special Question

by eiggengrau


Toasts completed, empty champagne glasses had been traded for wine or mixed drinks.

Fluttershy was still looking down at her hooves, her face scarlet.

“Don’t let my ex get to you, dear. You faced down my mother, I know you can handle Celestia,” Discord whispered loudly to her, knowing full well he would be overheard.

“Don’t tell me you think Queen Valeria of Draconequia is more frightening than I am?” Celestia was amused now.

“My mother, former-mother-who-disowned-me that is, thanks to Fluttershy’s fierce intervention on my behoof, is pure evil. You, Highness, are nominally good.”

“Nominally? That is damn’d faint praise, sir. Congratulations, Miss Fluttershy,” Celestia said, “I really mean it.”

“Thank you, your Highness.” Fluttershy was still blushing from Celestia’s teasing. Anypony who paid any attention at all knew that she and Discord were already lovers, but her Highness didn’t need to blurt so much about it.

“It is a wonder that your friends didn’t decide to join forces and turn him into stone again.”

Fluttershy said nothing for a moment and Celestia drank deeply.

“I can turn part of him into stone all by myself…”

Celestia choked in surprise but her mouth was still full of wine.

“…like granite…”

Fluttershy continued dreamily as Celestia tried to swallow her wine without spraying it. Her royal eyes bulged with the effort of controlling the need to cough.

“…really, really, hard...”

Fluttershy’s eyes were closed now and an expression of innocent bliss on her face, heedless, it seemed, of Celestia’s struggle.

“…but so gentle.”

Celestia forced down most of the wine and stood gasping for breath as Luna pounded her back. A trickle of wine ran down from her nose and her sinuses burned.

Fluttershy curtsied to the Princesses as if all was well, and went to talk to her friends of the Mane Six.

“Verily hast thou been outmatched, O mine sister” Luna whispered as she administered a final thump.

Now the Mane Six crowded around Fluttershy to admire her hoof ring.

“It’s soooo pretty! What’s it made of, darling?”

“Oddtanium, πe carats. Discord tells me its very rare in this dimension…”

Meanwhile Discord was having a quiet word with Celestia, once she was able to breath again.

“The happiness of all your subjects, Highness?” he asked with gentle accusation.

“Of course, Mr. Sullivan. Why not?”

“What of young Twilight’s somepony special?”

That pony is not a citizen of Equestria,” she said tensely.

“He will die for you whether you accept his oath or neigh.”

“I want nothing of it. He is no subject of mine.”

“Your Majesty, you walk the thin line between the quibbling of detail and outright prevarication.”

“And you, my friend, walk the thin line between insolence and statuary. I will hear no more of this.”

Discord bowed, and looked to see if any of the guests required their glasses refilled. Celestia declined – there’s a first time for anything.

The hour grew quite late; first the Royal siblings and then the other mares left. Loki slipt out when nopony was looking.

Twilight was the last to go. She hugged Fluttershy again, shook Discord’s hand.

“I’m so happy for you two” she said for the umpteenth time.

“Thank you, but, um, what of your project? Your somepony? Dissy and I both want him back in Equestria, with you.”

Twilight was visibly strained from overwork; her good cheer a façade she wore only for her friend’s sake.

“Time to get back to work; no sleep for me this week. But I’ll break that spell if it kills me.”

“See that you do,” said Discord “,and see that it doesn’t.”

The door closed and Discord was alone with Fluttershy.

Alone with the pony he loved.

Flutters led the way to their bedroom. Her gaze was sultry now; her fangs glinted in the candlelight.

There was no need to ask this question.