It wasn’t weird what I was doing.
He’d just smelt so different, the human. So unlike anything I’d ever smelt before, which - given my age - was saying something. How unexpected to find something new! Not to mention friendly.
He was gone now though, and I was already finding myself pining somewhat for that smell of his. And his company. But his scent reminded me of that.
Which was why I’d taken one of the pillows from his bed. And had my face buried in it.
Nothing weird. Just trying to pinpoint exactly what it was about the smell that was so compelling. That was perfectly ordinary. Anypony would have done the same, in my position.
And I wasn’t doing it in secret. I was just doing it in private. There was a difference.
It was just so dull again now...
The more time you see pass the faster it all seems to roll by. I’ve always thought it’s rather like running downhill, with the hill itself growing steeper year on year. Before too long you’re careening down fast enough that you can barely pause to notice what you’re passing, and you certainly can’t stop.
Which means that when something does come along that you want to savour and enjoy every minute of you can feel it slipping out of your hooves almost from the very instant it’s arrived.
It’s not pleasant.
New things were rare. New, nice things that seemed to get your jokes and had unusual, oddly engaging smiles and tiny, funny little eyes were rarer still. As close as to unique as you got, actually.
And sometimes maybe the desperate need to hold onto these new, lovely things can lead to occasional instances of perhaps acting with undue haste. Rushing into things, you could say. Not properly thinking through the possible consequences of one’s actions, as it were.
Not that that applied or was relevant here. It was just one of those things. Nothing to do with what was happening right now at all. Don’t even know why I thought of it in the first place.
I wondered what he was doing. Twilight would be taking good care of him, this I knew, but still. I wondered what he was doing. Hope he liked the book. Choosing it had been harder than expected. So many options, didn’t want to give the wrong impression. Wasn’t sure why I’d been so worried, but just one of those things.
He’d be fine. And then he’d come back. If he wanted to, obviously. And then we could talk again. Or we could do something else! Could show him around Canterlot, that’d be fun. We could get donuts! Ooh, that’d be good. Wonder if he has donuts where he comes from…
Oh, yes. Should also probably work on getting him back home, too. That’s important.
Even if him going home would be even lonelier than him being in Ponyville.
The smell of him was already getting faint, too. Maybe I’d spent a little too long with the pillow. It had barely been a day or two! But still. Maybe not sleep with it next time.
So just one more for now, just to really try and cement his scent in my head…
The door banged open and I scrambled to stuff the pillow down beneath the table. I half-succeeded before Luna was in the room proper. She didn’t look especially happy, though with my sister it was always a little tricky to tell. Infuriating poker face.
“I remain unconvinced that nobles are required, sister. Their attitudes suggests we are here to cater to their whims. There was one who was quite insistent that we mandate the construction of ‘toy forges’, as though I were aware of what such things were. Are you sure we cannot be rid…”
She trailed off and sniffed, squinting at me and then dropping her eyes down to where I’d entirely failed to hide the pillow under the table in time.
“Is that one of the human’s pillows?” She asked.
I very slowly inched the pillow further down and not-altogether out of sight.
“No,” I lied brazenly. How good was her nose? How did she do that? She’s clear across the room! Was she cheating?
Luna frowned and yanked, the pillow slipping up out of my grip as she pulled it away. I fumbled to try and grab it back, but my heart wasn’t really in it. I’d been found out, after all.
It covered the distance between us and she held it up, turning it one way then another, looking at it closely. Then she looked back to me.
“This is highly questionable.”
“It’s not what it looks like,” I said, continuing to lie. Always important to look confident, especially when lying. You’d be amazed the number of times others will back down in the face of obvious lies if they’re delivered confidently.
Probably not this time, though.
“So it is not the case that you were surreptitiously smelling this article of the human’s bedclothes, clearly aware that it was an unusual activity you were engaged in given the alacrity with which you hid the offending article on my arrival? So fast, in fact, that you failed to adequately hide it, leading to me spotting it, leading to this?”
Oh well. I tried.
“You’re no fun,” I said, sulking and yanking the pillow out of her grasp and back to me where I actually, physically held onto it properly, not as loosely as last time. Luna frowned ever-so-slightly and circled around the table, stepping close. She didn’t sit.
“You have an infatuation with him,” she said.
I gasped, indignant.
“I do not have an infatuation with him, I miss him! He’s different and I like him. What’s wrong with that? And I can talk to him without having to look down!”
As an afterthought I added:
“And he gets my jokes…”
“I had thought having some distance would have improved matters. I have succeeded only in making the situation worse…” Luna said, hoof pressed to her face. I glared.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Think of something else! Let him out of your mind awhile, let him enjoy his time in Ponyville while you enjoy your time not having to play nursemaid. He does not need you hovering over him and you do not need to do so either. There is life beyond two days of hijinks and canoodling.”
“...hardly any canoodling…” I muttered. “I mean, no canoodling at all. I was just looking after him, that was all.”
There had been a profound lack of canoodling. Now that Luna brought it up the absence of canoodling suddenly seemed like a rank injustice.
“...there was that bit in the bath, I suppose, but I really was just trying to get him clean. Him being in bed all that time, you see. But looking back on it…”
I lost the thread when I noticed the look Luna was giving me.
“It would be well to remember that he is a thinking being and he likely wishes to return home. You will not be able to keep him forever,” she said.
What kind of insinuation was that!
“I wasn’t going to ‘keep him’, thank you! I just wanted to look after him. I still want to look after him. I enjoyed it! I just wanted to make sure that he was okay first before he went home. If he wants to go home.”
“Why would he not?
“I - he just might not. That’s up to him. He may, he may not. We shall see, won’t we?”
“Would you prefer he choose to stay?” Luna asked. Probing. I wasn’t rising to that. I drew myself up a little, adopting just a sliver of regal poise. I had poise to spare, but even a sliver was potent. Usually.
“I would prefer he choose whatever made him happiest,” I said.
This was true. And if a tiny little itty bitty insignificant part of me was hoping that what made him happiest would be staying here and keeping me company then I couldn’t help that. Maybe he would choose that! That would be his choice.
“Still,” I said, seizing control of the conversation. “Let’s not forget what’s important here: I am not infatuated. I am a grown mare, not a filly. He and I are friends at most and that is that. I found him, I nursed him back to health, we get on well. That is all. Not even a hint of anything more. I don’t know where you get such ridiculous ideas from, sister.”
“You are cuddling his pillow,” Luna said, pointing.
I refused to give her the satisfaction of looking down and so instead I calmly put it on the table in front of me and pushed it away. A second after that I lent over and pushed it a little further. Just to be sure. Then I sat back.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” I said. Another lie. I was racking up quite the tally. Luna snorted quietly and looked away.
I had failed to properly seize control of the conversation and now it was dead. The silence was worse than her telling me off. Reaching out across the table I pulled the pillow back again and started fiddling with it between my hooves.
I was thinking.
“I heard him first,” I said.
“What?”
“When I found him, I heard him first. It was after a long day, I wanted some space and so I went to the gardens and I heard this strange sound. Thought I was imagining it at first it was so faint, but it got louder the deeper into the gardens I went until I found him.”
It wasn’t a particularly nice memory. The human was so hale and hearty now by comparison that it was easy to forget what he’d been like when first I’d found him. It stuck with me though. Whenever I’d been listening to him speak it had just been there in the back of my mind. The noises I’d heard him making when I’d found him.
“He wasn’t talking as such, but he was speaking. There were words, they just didn’t make any sense. Half-words, talking to no-one. Looking at no-one. He didn’t see me, I know that. And he was so pale. I could tell he was intelligent, not an animal, and I could tell he was dying. So, so close to death. If I hadn’t intervened right then - if I’d gone to get help - he would have died. I know that. So what choice did I have?”
Luna didn’t say anything. She seemed to be waiting for me to finish. I appreciated this, licking my lips and taking a breath before continuing. It was hard summing up how I felt about it, if I’m being honest, hard to know if I was properly conveying what it had felt like at all.
“And even after I’d helped it wasn’t clear he’d pull through. He was so weak. Drifting in and out, babbling. I did the best I could with him then, staying with him in case he took a turn for the worse, soothing him those times he thrashed. I don’t even know why he did that. I’m surprised he could.”
I released the pillow, pushed it away again. Shouldn’t have taken it back, really, though even now I did want to keep hold of it. Just to have something to do with my hooves.
“Looking back, of course I can see points where I should have taken a step back. It’s easy now with him better to say this or that stop is when I should have let others take over. It wasn’t as easy then. I was worried. He seemed to change by hour. And then he woke up! And he spoke to me! And saw me.”
The first look he’d given me hadn’t been especially flattering, but what could I have expected? He’d given me nicer looks since. Much nicer, in fact. Some so nice I was still thinking about them.
“And...maybe I made a selfish choice. Maybe it was stupid, thinking I could keep on keeping it secret. Aren’t I allowed a bad decision every now and then? A selfish one? Just a little one?
No, not really. That’s not what being a princess is about. I knew that even as I was saying it. Luna knew it, too, and knew I knew it. So she didn’t need to say it. I just let my head hang. The answer was obvious.
No. No I was not allowed.
But I’d done it anyway.
“Could I have handled this better, do you think?” I asked.
“Possibly,” Luna said, almost at once. I groaned and let myself flop forward, face resting on wood.
“Urgh that just means yes…”
Perspective shift! Aw, sun horse is sad, sun horse requires ear scritches!
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She means well, and my bias is transparent
*reads title and author note*
*breaths in*
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that is all
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Not quite what I had in mind, but still good.
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I assume that Celestia has the Dawn Machine hidden to the southwest.
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Everyone will end up turning to glass.
That'd be sweet, actually...
Awww... I'm quite fond of my Luna daki. Very depressing if my waifu disapproves of it.
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To be fair she's not wrong...
There's no record of Florence Nightingale ever becoming infatuated with any of her patients. I bet she'd be pretty annoyed to have that "effect" named after her.
edit.
https://derpibooru.org/search/index?q=celestia%2C+nurse
"Oh... my..."
My life is pretty okay and all, but still, ... My day gets brighter when I see there is an update for this story. You made something of value to some of us, thank you.
Just some thoughts.
1. Celestia found him in the garden. Nothing mentioned about magic experiments, surges or such like.
Tentative conclusion. Celestia off the hook for bringing him here.
2. Symptoms. All over muscle pain, Partial memory loss with weakness on the right side of the body.
tentative conclusion. Massive electrical shock.
Causing convulsions just short of the point where muscles rip loose from origin and insertion points and or break the bones they are attached to.
This also could account for the weakness on the right side of the body assuming the point of contact was on the left side.
Questions: If electrical why no burns?
If magic Who? why? natural?
If Discord Take two aspirin and call me in the morning.
Ah yes, the nobles; the solution to that is to have them suffer a tragic "accident" before they decide to have some poor craft
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Okay, after getting caught up, I have to say how utterly brilliant this story is. I love love love the interactions between all the characters, Rarity was a treat, Rainbow Dash was a bit flat in my estimation (but I'm an utter fanboy if RD, so it's easily forgivable), and I loved how Pinkie met our protagonist.
But the biggest standout to me is this developing friendship and closeness between the protagonist and Celestia. She's mothering, loving, and utterly head over heels for him, this conversation with Luna should tell her what she's trying to hide from herself. Luna, though, needs to have a bit more understanding. Why exactly is she objecting to Celestia's relationship with a human? I understand she's protective of her big sister, but they are both adults, and she needs to butt out of Celestia's personal life, perhaps to the extent of taking up the slack a bit and allowing her sister more time with her friend. It's healthier for all involved. Either way, please continue, this story is amazing and needs to keep going.
Ah, the big wet blanket approaches again. Not even allowed to enjoy herself in what little private time she gets. Can't tell if Luna's jealous there's someone else in Celestia's thoughts or what, because from that exchange she seems less like she's concerned about if John wants to go home and more concerned with getting him returned to get him out of the way. So Celestia can go back to the work she's been doing unceasingly for ten centuries alone like an automaton without deeper emotional attachments except to her little alicorn gaggle, chiefly Luna.
The idea that humans smell great to ponies is an odd one.
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humans sweat salty sweat, ponies like salt, ergo
Nice, two chapters in one day! Also, rip not having a name, it was fun while it lasted.
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I highly recommend A Yellow Sun Turns Red by Myyyystery. It's M-rated smut, though. And the sequel got a bit creepy before going on long hiatus.
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The Winds are Wild, the Lacre Deep
The Snarling Stones Arise from Sleep
The Fifth's Tales may Exalt the Suns
But Never Hope to Halt what Comes...
That AN made me think of Sunless Sea and all the times I get myself killed smuggling sunlight. And now I'm imagining a crossover between the settings. I hope your happy with yourself.
I can't decide if I should find Celestia's behaviour creepy or cute...
Ear scritches for the sun god!!
Time for a human sacrifice!!!
THE SUN
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Okay honestly I am all for "John" and Celestia to just fucking fuck.
Yes, he is a man lost in a world where his only anchor is a horse swan with a bone growing out of her head. So? Their personalities match extremely well, to the point where if he WASN'T bedridden at the start of the story literally everyone would be rooting for those two to get to the bone zone. She is his size as well, and they are both unique in a world full of unique beings.
For Celestia, she's lost too much. You made her case extremely sympathetic in here. Celly is holding onto sand here, she knows it's going to go away and slip through her hooves. Tia knows that if she doesn't enjoy this now, she will lose him forever.
They are both adults, they both fulfill each other's needs, they both would be great together, Luna needs to back the fuck off. You'd think a mare who has an entire arch devoted to being lonely and unappreciated would be happy to have her sister get some monkey dick. Yeah yeah the time is short but honestly what is that going to change? Have John and Celly have some cute fun times and then he will be more comfortable being away from her and exploring Equestria.
Like come on, humans get drunk at a shitty bar, fuck and twenty years later are sending their kids to college. Relationships are messy and don't always make sense. Hell the only reason why my gf and I are together is because we both wrote Left4Dead fics nine years ago and met by chance.
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Hey buddy, next time you share a link on Derpi, add "Safe" as one of the tags.
I'm on a bus and the second image is human Nurse Celestia arm deep in Luna's asshole. normally I am not against this but there is a kid behind me and I am quite sure I was able to hide it.
THESUNTHESUNTHESUNTHESUN
Seems Luna has found a secret, I wonder how she'll use it.
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Actually I’ve heard the whole horses/ponies having a love of salt is as a result of how we design salt licks. They are meant for the rough tongues of cows who can easily scrape off the requisite amount. Horses and ponies have to gnaw on them to get what they need which often results in consuming far to much. They suffer the same as we do if we consumed table salt by the handful, lightheadedness and dehydration. Also I’m pretty sure horse sweat would contain sodium as well.
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The Watsonian explanation would be that Luna is concerned that Celestia appears to be throwing herself at some random alien and that - while she is sympathetic to her reasons - she feels maybe it's all happening a little fast.
The Doylist explanation would be that it's a great stick to beat the story in new directions. Otherwise he'd still be in the palace.
And as said, absence makes the heart grow fonder...
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Perfect!
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I think it's less humans smelling great more him smelling nice to her.
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Crimea river, Florence.
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Now that's just sweet, thanks for that.
so this is what celestia is going through
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I feel like you really did do it to spite me
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I don't know a ton about horses or ponies, but I do take care of a cow and a few sheep where I live. I can safely say they L.O.V.E salt. All you need is one block and they will follow you to the ends of the earth (or the other side of the neighborhood).
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Wonder if there is anything (other than snails and slugs) that doesn’t love salt. At minimum it is instinctual to want the things we need to live, and salt is right up their with water for mammals.
really starting to like this fic. my own muse has abandoned me. keep her busy while you can.
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Celestia is a Judgement. Obviously.
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There is a bullshit, handwavy explanation for how he got here and how he got the way he did but it is deliberately ridiculous and highly unlikely to get revealed in the story - it exists as a secret for my amusement.
Because I enjoy the speculation.
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A monster from monster Hunter With a funny name
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Thanks
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For some reason, I'm happier with this answer than I would be with a real one. xD
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Ooooh, so a Nibelsnarf.
Sorry, the slight error confused me. Dx
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Its alright I was super tired when I wrote that
Like how your writing is going and the luna you have written makes me want to punt her across a room. I like how she is designed to be this character of denial for celestia and john so they don't go to far too fast. Just can't wait for the epic conclusion of where they tell her to bugger off and allow them some happiness
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Lmao thats a good one. You sir are aces in my book
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Totally not a ten year old Zero Punctuation reference
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Sorry. I keep them on by default.