//------------------------------// // Morning // Story: Fluffy Days and Buggy Nights // by EpicGamer10075 //------------------------------// Fluffle Puff, the Princess of the Day and Ruler of Tacos (and Equestria), jerked up in her fluffy pink bed. The Sun was calling. She quickly hopped off her bed, spinning several times in the air as she did so, then darted to the balcony, the glass doors there instantly opened as she passed through. Below her lay a slumbering Canterlot, though such was not to last. The mare felt the Sun just below the horizon and focused on it, standing stock still as her fluff started to tingle and glow from the magic that started to flow through her body. Soon enough, she started to vibrate while the glowing turned golden and brightened, enough power flowing through her that the large ball of flaming custard in the distance started to peek over the horizon. The vibration grew faster and the glowing brighter until she seemed a phasing duplicate of that which was now dawning, the sheer power of the Lord of Fluff would surely blind anyone that would gaze upon its majesty. After some time, however, the movement and light slowly ceased, leaving Fluffle once again as a ball of fluff, though now it was tinged with the heat that had flown through it, forcing the next step of her schedule. The Princess dashed back out of the balcony, the doors shutting instantly behind her as she flew into the washroom, the wide and deep bathtub quickly flooding with water as the faucets saw the magnificent form before them with the black tint that must be rectified. The pony herself wasted no time in bouncing up and down, quickly dribbling like a basketball to bounding half the height of the room, eventually blasting off the floor straight up to hit the ceiling, and stay there. Using her magical sticky fluff, she rolled along the ceiling to arrive above the bathtub before cutting of her stickiness to fall into the water, splashing a lot of it across the tiled washroom floor. Fluffle then spun around madly to fully coat her thick fluff with water, pausing only to glare at the soap dispenser so that it may spray its slick foam into the water. Spinning around even more now, the water quickly mixed with the soap and seeped into her fluff, quickly cleaning it from the black tinge that the power of the Sun had wrought upon her when she wrangled it into the sky. After finally cleaning herself, the pony burst forth from the bath and landed onto the tiled floor with a large splat, displacing only some of the soapy water in her fluff. She was quick to remedy that however, hopping into the air and using her magical gravity-defying powers to float while spinning madly once again, the air rustling through her wet hairs and slowly drying them off. Eventually, she was finally dry, allowing her to free gravity from the basement she trapped it in so that it may pull her back to the floor, her glorious fluff now seeming to glow all on its own. The pink princess quickly dashed back into her bedroom, for she had no time to waste, rapidly flying into the open chest that sat beside her bed and wriggling around within its stuffed volume for a few moments, eventually bursting back out with the royal golden tiara, peytral, and slippers worn in their proper places as she blasted out the door. The large golden and indigo doors of the Princesses’ tea room slammed open as the Diarch of the Day entered, stopping to survey the room before her. The two guards by the doors (one solar and one lunar, as normal for the neutral rooms) remained still and out of the way of the doors that would have otherwise hit them. The waiters were putting her meal onto the table, also having hardly flinched at the doors suddenly bursting open, which was good, for if they had ruined her Super Sunrise Tacos (filled with the appropriate amount of solar and fluffening magic), she would have shoved them into her fluff to banish them to the shadow realm. At last but certainly not least, Princess Chrysalis sat at the dark blue chair beside the grey table, her silky turquoise mane flowing like water across her dark chitin face and down to her purple-striped barrel and pseudo-saddle, the similar tail sliding partially across the long legs that ended with the purple heart-laden slippers. Fluffle Puff’s stomach growled. Right, breakfast was calling and even her wife could stand to wait. The earth pony dashed forward and slammed her face into the taco-laden tray as the waiters went back into the kitchen, leaving the rulers alone with but the guards to keep them company. “So, how were your dreams, Fluffy?” The changeling Princess asked her spouse in her silky sweet voice while keeping her tea floating just in front of her with her violet magic. Fluffle raised her head from the tray and chew for a few more moments before swallowing, then replied, “Pfflt.” “Mm, I imagine so,” Chryssi said while the mare resumed eating, the fluff language she used being easily understood by her lover, despite the difficulty that most creatures in the palace had doing so. The mare in question lifted her face again and wiped off the crumbs from her fluff with a forehoof. “Fpplt?” She asked calmly while reaching for the large glass of sugar-water on her tray. “Oh, it wasn’t too eventful,” The changeling replied and sipped daintily at her tea, “It’s just that the Gryphons are still being pretty testy. Their weather manipulation has being doing no good to Novo lake and the sea ponies that live there.” A couple moments passed in relative silence as Fluffle Puff drained her glass before she squinted her eyes slightly and said, “Pppblt.” Her wife nodded solemnly at the notion, but stopped when the pony continued, “Pppfppblt ffpt pppfppllt.” “Of course,” Chrysalis with a cool smile, but soon put her tea down and stretched her legs. “It’s just stressing me out a lot, and feels so dull...” “Ppphflt,” The solar Princess offered as she stood up. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?” The darker creature asked with strain as she continued stretching. Fluffle shook her head and said with half-lidded eyes, “Pppblblt.” “Oh?” Chrysalis replies, slightly surprised, but quickly gains a smoky expression of her own. “Mmm, of course, puffball~” She then says before pouncing on her wife, making the guards blush and leave the Princesses to their own devices, more used to this situation that would ever be comfortable.