For several weeks Zuul kept receiving the same caller, by now she had gotten used to the routine but still couldn’t figure out what the caller liked about her saying her name. One of the call sessions she had poor Zuul didn’t get what was going on so she called me over and put the session on speaker.
“All you have to do is respond to my question that’s all.” Both Zuul and Swamphole were right she did sound like the Princess.
“Yes I understand but if you wanted role play we have a pony here who’s so~o much better at it than I.” She wasn’t wrong, we had one mare who was far better at it.
Her name was Soultouch, and she had this innate gift for feeling out what you wanted. She could find it in you through touch, hearing your voice, reading your body language, and if she tried hard enough by looking in your eyes. I knew how good she was simply because she and I dated some time back, she also beat the ever loving crap out of me for cheating on her with another mare I had yet to meet.
Strange thing was I still loved her, “I know you’ve told me about that doll but please just this once?” She clearly didn’t know the meaning of the phrase give up.
Letting out a reluctant sigh Zuul gave in, “All right… but just this once alright?”
“But of course, Now lets try this again.” We both could hear a seductive hum, “I would like to speak with Dana.”
Before Zuul could respond I slapped my forehead and ran my hand down my face, “There is no Dana, only Zu~ul.” As the caller started to giggle I nearly fell over laughing, “I don’t get the joke.”
She rolled her eyes as she took the caller off speaker. Walking away from her before I could embarrass the poor mare another phone started to ring, sadly the one to answer it was Aqua Velvet. Or as she liked to be called Queen Gamer, some of the stallions liked calling her an egotistical pain.
Swamphole however often called out to her, “My little lamb chop.” As he crawled up to her on all fours only to get her hoof in his face, “She does love me.” He would often reply, a sad relationship in my opinion if there was one.
As the phone rang she picked it up as she continued to quote unquote pwn teh noobs. How she could hear her phone ringing over the music she was blaring was beyond me, she was always blasting either techno or trance as she played her games. Today she was listening to a band she recently came across some time back called Starbomb, I couldn’t quite figure out their genre of music but it was still good none the less.
“Thank you for calling ALL4FUN, this is Queen Gamer what would you like to talk about today?” I never seen her jump any faster out of her chair than when she got that call, “Wait… can you give me your name again.” She flagged me to come over looking rather astonished.
Once I was there she switched over to speaker, “Well as We have said before this is the Princess of the Night Luna and We would like to discuss this construction called Atari. I have been trying to play the games it holds but I cannot decide on which to start with. Would you happen to have a recommendation?”
“One moment please.” She rummaged through her desk and pulled out an old note book in the poorest condition I had ever seen, “Okay, uh… Princess are you still there?” Hearing Luna’s response she flipped a few pages, “Alright then depending on what you like there are several good ones, but I suggest starting with Pitfall and Asteroids. Then try your luck on Space Invaders and Ms. Pac-man, but whatever you do Princess you want to save the best for last.”
“And which of these games is the best so We know to save it till then?” She tried to contain her excitement but sounded rather ecstatic to learn what she could.
Frantically flipping through her old notes she cursed herself for not keeping them in some kind of order, “Uhh… oh the game you want to save for last is Adventure. It’s the one that has been labeled as the best of all the games that came out for the Atari.”
“Thank you for your assistance, one last thing before I go uh… binge gaming we believe the term is. Our sister Celestia came unto us saying ‘It was dangerous for Us to go alone, take this.’ What do We need the banana for?”
If there was a single moment I could say Queen pain in the flank was left speechless this was it, her jaw was left hanging open as she just seemed to stare off into space. Her mind had to process what was just presented to her, the joke itself wasn’t lost to her but she didn’t know how to tell Luna she was trolled by Celestia. Come to think of it I think Luna may have fried her brain, Aqua seemed tied between insulting the Princess of the Night and risking a possible follow up call.
“Uh~” She trailed off trying to think as she gripped her desk.
“Hello… are you still there?” Though Luna tried getting an answer she almost seemed confused, “Is this what a dial tone is? Sister informed us that such a thing sounded annoying.”
Before Luna could hang up Aqua snapped out of her little daze, “Oh no Princess I was just…” Looking at another set of notes she kept Aqua quickly read it, “I was looking for what your Sister was talking about. And it just so happens to be I do know what she is talking about, she was hinting away at the old Donkey Kong game for the Atari. Which is another great game might I add.” She turned to look at me shaking her head while mouthing ‘No it’s not’
“Very well then we thank you for your input on the matter, should I need your assistance again I shall call.”
Once the call came to an end Aqua started to slump in her chair and tried to return to her game.
Leaning over her I smiled as she growled at me, “Get out of my line of sight before I make you.”
“But I want to learn about you and the ape you hate.” I was trying to be funny… in hindsight that was a bad idea, Aqua didn’t hesitate to knock me around a few times before she sat down to enjoy her game.
Swamphole didn’t make it any better as he came running over shouting, “But I thought you loved me my little violent dove.” He tried diving for her only to be greeted by her fist then held down by her hoof on his head, “Oh you know what I like my little la-”
She pressed down harder on his head causing him to grunt slightly, “Call me lamb chop one more time!”
Sometimes I wonder when and where I found every last one of them, this dysfunctional group I’m starting to call my family.