“Gosling!”

The sudden, unexpected outburst from Celestia almost made Gosling jump out of his skin and he just about dropped the wine glass wedged between his primaries. Sometimes, a pony could be too cheerful and enthusiastic. At least he hadn’t choked on his wine. Grinning, his teeth a ruddy mauve colour from the sweet, spiced wine, he turned about to address the pony that had called his name.

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Powerful shudders of revulsion felt as though they would tear Gosling limb from limb. The potion? Indescribable. He could feel things slithering beneath the flesh of his wings as bowling balls bounced together inside of his guts. Eyes wide, teeth bared, Gosling was forced to endure the most unpleasant of sensations, and he reminded himself that this was to get his wings back. The contents of his stomach boiled back up into his mouth, and he was forced to swallow, because he had to keep

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The both of them stood there, now in silence, listening to the rumbling roar of the cascading water that filled the pool. Celestia’s titters had faded into a warm expression of concern at Gosling’s words. Now, they just stared at one another, sometimes blinking, and their fuzzy ears twitched with hopeful anticipation of future words.

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Grinning, Gosling was in the mood to ‘seize the day.’ He strutted, thinking about how his wings would soon be restored, and today, for some reason, he was just full of vigour. The morning report had been stimulating, he had caught Luna just before she had gone to bed to say a few kind words to her, and now he was about to investigate reports that there was a nervous white alicorn loose in the castle.

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“—it’s funny that you should ask about that, Twilight. You see, the animosity between ponies and dragons began when one very smart dragon convinced one exceptionally dumb pony that rubbing butter all over their pelt would leave them shiny, sleek, and beautiful.” Pausing, but only to draw breath, Celestia ignored Twilight’s stupefied blank stare, she kept going. “All of a sudden, butter farmers became rather well to do, as there was a market run on butter, you see. Ponies were rubbing

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Coming to an intersection in the hallway, Celestia paused, hearing quite a clatter. Yes, yes, a commotion was coming this way. Ears perking, Celestia wondered if what she was hearing was the guard running down the hallway perhaps, maybe because they were in a hurry? This was more than a ruckus, and was approaching a full blown cacophony.

“HUZZAH!”

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It's from PolarPuff!!

There is a forum post you should see...

The center did not hold.

What marvellous places she must go, Gosling thought to himself while looking at the magnificent white mare who reclined in graceful repose. She had taken a different form of flight, leaving her physical body somewhat vulnerable. Oh, not that she was vulnerable, being an immortal alicorn, but she could have things like mustaches drawn on her muzzle and what not.

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There were a lot of ponies gathered around the table for lunch. It was an intimate setting, with quite a number of ponies and a rather small, short table. Well, the table was enormous, by Gosling’s standards, but there were larger tables in the castle, with more room to spread out. Everypony seemed to be present for lunch.

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Gosling was no stranger to hustle, and he did that now so he could meet with Purple Party. No doubt, there was a lot to do and very little time to do it, because that was the natural order of things. Beans and Toast followed along behind him, keeping up with his fleet pace with no trouble at all on their part.

“Cor, that Prince Blueblood is a tosser,” Toast muttered while her hooves clattered against the marble tile floor. “What a right git.”

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Clearing her throat once more, and perhaps sounding a bit impatient, Luna proceeded to keep going. “The I.E.A. is the Individuals with Exceptional Abilities act—”

Gosling said nothing about calling it the ‘I.W.E.A.A.’

“ —and it is a proposal that would allow the swearing in of exceptional individuals as regional constables, granting them powers of detainment and arrest—”

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“Hey, hey yous, what’s your mind, Sunshine?”

“My mane,” Celestia replied in a teasing voice as she turned her head and angled it down to look Gosling in the eye.

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There was a very pretty pony in the mirror, yes indeed. Gosling admired himself in the somewhat fogged over bathroom window, adoring his own reflection, and admiring his own perfect wings. Turning them at the joint, he angled them forwards, revealing the topside of his feathers to the mirror, and then turning them at the joint once more, he angled them backwards, revealing their downy undersides.

There was no pegasus more pretty or perfect.

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Is going to be comedy gold. There is a link to the WIP in the group forums.

I've had a lot of vodak, and I'm sipping on a bit more.

Feels good, mang.

Luna looked nervous and this made Celestia worry. It also appeared that Luna had not slept, thus further increasing the worry that Celestia felt. It was a big sister thing, one tended to worry about one’s manic-depressive little sister when she had not slept. She also seemed distracted, out of sorts, and fretful.

“Luna, you look a little blue…”

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What is the E.U.P. I.E.A., other than a really bad acronym?

Have fun with it, and you'll be finding out soon in a coming chapter of The Perilous Gestation of Swans.