A Second Life: Chapter 6: Canterlot filler

>Luna decided to carry you on her back to your bed from her chariot, giving a kiss goodnight before she left the room.
>She silently closed the door with her magic, careful not to wake you, and turned around to head to her own bed.
>Luna gasped as a tall figure crept out of the darkness in the hallway.
“Sister! What are you doing up so late? This is very unlike you.”
>”I just wanted to ensure you and the demon made it back. After all, this is the first time we have let him out of the castle grounds.”
>Celestia’s eyes seemed to stare right through Luna, making her heart beat faster for some reason.
>Did she see her kiss him? She hadn’t closed the door, and the bed was in plain view from the hallway.
”Yes, no problems at all. I believe he had fun.”
>”Hmph. Well then I’ll leave you to go get some rest. Tomorrow is a big day Luna.”
>Celestia trotted back down the hallway, her figure disappearing into the darkness
>Luna breathed a sigh of relief at Celestia not mentioning the kiss, it was possible she didn’t see it after all.
>Still, she felt an ever present rustling of her jimmies as she made her way to her chambers, wondering what “big day” Celestia had planned tomorrow.
>”Ah, demon. I apologize for leaving after I summoned you. Speak to Luna, she will bring you up to speed.”
“Very well.”
>You walked into the throne room and approached Luna who was sitting on the throne, looking regal as ever, with a fairly large grin over her face.
>”Good morning Anonymous, I have good news!”
>Well wasn’t she just bubbling with excitement.
>”After I told Celestia how well you behaved at the festival, she couldn’t deny me when I asked her to grant you some leave.”
“So, I can leave the castle?”
>Luna nodded happily. “I know how much you hate being cooped up all day, so you are free to roam about Canterlot until this time tomorrow.”
>You couldn’t hold back your excitement, quickly embracing Luna in a hug, catching the guards off their… guard
“Thank you Luna, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”
>Luna retuned your hug, giggling. “Just go have some fun Anonymous, and stay out of trouble. Oh, and here, you’ll need these.”
>She handed you a small cloth pouch, full of bits.
>”Now get out of here you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
>You hurried out the door and out the front door of the castle, and into the city, straight into the crowd of p0nies.
>What time is it?
>Brain: about 10 AM
>Nope. ADVENTURE TIME!
>With a city this big, it was hard to figure out where to start first, but thanks to your stomach you had your answer soon enough.
>Joe’s Donut Shop was the first thing you saw, with a small line of customers inside.
>You figured you’d give it a try, you hadn’t had donuts in a long time anyway.
>You entered the small building, stepping in line behind a yellow pegasus with an almost flame like mane, casting a shadow over her.
>The Pegasus turned around in a start, looking up at the odd creature that had ever so quietly snuck up on her.
>”Mother of Celestia!”
“Is that how you great everyp0ny?”
>Her jaw dropped another couple inches, the other patrons including “Joe” at the counter by now had taken notice of you.
>”W-what are you?” she managed to stammer out, eyeing you all over.
“A human. I come from a very far away land. The name’s Anonymous.”
>You knelt down, taking her hoof in hand and shook it.
>”I see, well I’m Spitfire. Exactly where ARE you from? I’ve been all over the world and I’ve never seen anything like you.”
“It’s… a long story. Anyway, pleasure to meet you Spitfire.”
>Spitfire tuned back to walk forward in line, but keeping her head turned to keep talking to you.
>”Well, how long you been in Equestria?”
“About six months I think, your calendar is a bit different than the one where I come from.”
>”How come I never seen you around Canterlot then? Or is this your first time in town?”
“Well, I’ve actually been living in the castle. This is the first time Celestia has allowed me to leave.”
>”We’re you a prisoner then?” She gasped. “Is the rumor about Princess Luna keeping a demon true?”
>Great, somehow word had leaked out. What do?
>Brain: ONE MOMENT
>Brain: PROCESSING…
>Brain: PROCESSING…
>Process faster damn it!
>Brain: SOLUTION FOUND
“No, I just scared quite a few p0nies by my looks. There’s no demon in the castle.”
>”Whew, that’s good. So how long until you go back to the castle?”
“I need to be back by sunrise I suppose.”
>”Well then, allow your new buddy Spitfire to show you around! Hey, you like airshows? Or have you ever even seen one?”
“I haven’t seen an airshow since I was little! Is there one in town?”
>Spitfire laughed,  “Oh boy, you ARE new in town. I’m the captain of the Wonderbolts, best stunt team in the world!”
“Oh really? I guess that makes you a celebrity of sorts.”
>You hadn’t noticed that the two of you were already at the counter, Joe waiting patiently to take Spitfire’s order
>”Hey ya Joe, the usual. And whatever he’s having, on me.”
>”Sure thing Spitfire, what’ll it be Anonymous?”
>Fuck, you hated making hard decisions.
“I guess I’ll have a jelly donut, thanks.”
>Spitfire shelled out eight bits and carried the plate over to a table where you joined her.
“Thanks for paying Spitfire, you didn’t need to do that.”
>”Ah, don’t mention it Anonymous. It’s nice to meet a p0ny that isn’t a crazy fan always asking for my autograph.”
“Heh, I know what you mean. Sometimes a lot of public attention can get pretty awkward.”
>”Are you a celebrity where you come from or something?”
>You had a small laugh at that, and did your best to explain. Without a translation for “army” in Equestrian, you decide improvise.
“No, I was in the guard, and where I come from that’s a pretty honorable position. Civilians would always come up and thank me for my service. It was always awkward to me.”
>”I see…” Spitfire wolfed down the rest of her donut, and wiped her face with a napkin.
>Not the most lady like mare, but you were ok with that. Too much lady likeness got annoying.
>”Come on Anonymous,  I want to introduce you to the team, then you can watch us practice.”
>Spitfire trotted out the door with you in tow, asking questions about where you came from, pointing out all the places to be after dark.
>Eventually you came to an open field on the edge of town where several other Pegasus were gathered around waiting for Spitfire.
>”What in Equestria did you bring to practice Spits?”
>”This here’s Anonymous Soarin,  he’s a guest of the Princesses, and I figured we’d show him what the Wonderbolts could do.”
“Pleasure to meet you Soarin. Now I’ve seen quite a few airshows when I was younger, let’s see if you p0nies can hold a candle to what I’ve seen.”
>Well that motivated them.
>The group took off into the sky, faster than any p0nies you’d ever seen, disappearing into the clouds.
>They emerged a bit a ways, flying in a perfect line toward you, diving toward the ground and leveling out only feet away.
>They zipped over your head, so fast they almost seemed to sound like a jet.
 >You made yourself comfortable in the grass, watching as the team spun, dove, flipped and sped through the sky.
>You sat there for hours before the team finally landed in front of you, their breathing was hard, but controlled.
>Each of their eyes seemed to search for some sign of approval from you.
>You let them sweat over it for a minute, building suspense before slowly clapping.
>They weren’t the blue angles, but then again they didn’t have F/A-18 Hornets.
“Alright, I’m impressed. That was pretty awesome. Was that all of your tricks?”
>“Pfft, not even half. We’re just done with practicing for the day.”
“Really? It seems like we just got here.”
>”Check for yourself Anonymous.” Soarin pointed over to the sun which was slowly descending behind the mountains in the horizon.
>Damn, you spent all day watching these p0nies pull off their tricks.
>”You should head on over to that club I showed you earlier, we’ll catch up with you later Anon!”
>You waved them off, making your way back through the city to the club that had just opened its doors.
>The line was already forming outside with eager stallions and mares, ready to party up the night.
>A larger stallion eyed you curiously as you approached, but let you in regardless. He must have let worse p0nies in before.
>The DJ was just getting started with some music, and the barcolt was already busy mixing up drinks.
>You never cared much for dancing, so you made your way to the bar, looking at the menu of the drinks they had.
>Hard Apple Cider seemed like a good one to start off with.
>You ordered, and almost immediately a frosty mug slid in front of you, filled with a light brown liquid.
>You took a drink of the cider, the taste nearly knocking you on your ass.
>It had hints of cinnamon, a bit of vanilla, yet with the kick of whiskey. Delicous.
>Your stomach growled in protest of being fed only a donut all day
>you order a plate of hay fries to go with the drink, hoping you won’t be hammered by the time the Wonderbolts decide to show up.
>After an hour, and 3 drinks later, you felt a steady buzz going on, and did you feel out of place.
>Everyp0ny in the club had eyed you at least once, but hadn’t bothered to come talk to you.
>”Hey Anon!” Spitfire had no trouble finding you in the busy club, seeing as you loomed over the tallest stallions in here.
>Her and Soarin took seats around you, ordering a round of drinks.
“Bout time you two showed up, I got a buzz all on my own.”
>The three of you raised your glasses in some cheer, you didn’t catch what for. Maybe new friends?
>A few giggly mares came up, flirting with Soarin. Apparently he was quite the stud.
>He followed the two to the dance floor, leaving you and Spitfire alone.
>“Exactly how many drinks have you had already Anon?”
“Only 3, they seem to be pretty weak.”
>That seemed shocking to her. “Normally 3 hard apple ciders will knock a normal p0ny senseless”
“Well, I am twice your size.”
>”Good point” she turned her attention to the dance floor where Soarin was going buck wild with his dancing. “Wanna dance?”
“Oh, no. Um… I don’t dance much.”
>Can’t tell if being friendly, or hitting on you.
>”Oh, come on chicken, get out there and show your moves.” She flew behind you, pushing you in the fray with her head.
>Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
>Calm down brain, just remember prom.
>Brain: You didn’t go to prom numbnuts, and this is totally different.
>Right. Music videos?
>Brain: One moment… Got it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIVGXktag-I
>Good enough.
>You start busting moves, not entirely sure what the fuck you’re doing, but the p0nies all around seem to take note
>Several keep cheering you on until the song ends, and you leap to your feet, making your way back to the bar.
>half the crowd was laughing, the other seemed to be wanting more.
>You sat back down next to Spitfire who couldn’t stop laughing. “Oh wow Anonymous, that was pretty good.”
>A few mares came over, giggling away, drunk as could be, waving at you.
>You gave them a passive way, turning back to your drink
>”Gotta mare back home waiting for you Anonymous? If not, you could probably get a few mares after that.” Spitfire had a bit of a flirty tone.
“Uh, yeah I suppose I have a mare back home.”
>“You suppose?”
“It’s kind of a complicated relationship.”
>Spitfire didn’t seem convinced. “Oh yeah? What’s her name?”
“Luuuuuuu……is…. a. Louisa.”
>God damn brain, you aren’t very smooth at this shit are you?
>nope.avi
>“I’m calling your bluff. HEY MARES! ANON HERE IS A SINGLE STALLION, HE’S JUST A LITTLE SHY!”
>A small grey Pegasus came up quick, placing her head on your shoulder. “Hi! I’m Zips!”
>As quick as she came, she disappeared, being drug off by a stallion, somewhat roughly at that.
>”Hey! Let me go! Jerk! I told you to leave me alone!”
>”I told you not to be going out to places like this, and ya went off and disobeyed me.”
>”Ya aint the boss of-“ The little mare shut up as the stallion kicked her in the head, knocking her dizzy.
>Why did you have to be such an upstanding citizen? Damn your rustling jimmies were at Mach 10.
“Now hold on just a minute there buddy. There isn’t a reason for kicking her senseless like that.”
>”She’s already senseless. Now mind yer business.”
>You gipped the stallion’s unicorn horn, hoisting him up to your eye level.
“My business is protecting those that can’t defend themselves”
>You felt a jolt as the stallion double kicked you square in the chest, releasing your grip on his horn and sending you into the bar.
>You were probably going to feel that in the morning.
>You got up, grabbing the remainder of your mug and downing it before returning to the fight, throwing the mug at the p0nies face.
>He charged, his head lowed, racing across the bar floor at a good speed.
>Still, he was about 80 pounds, allowing you to scoop him up with ease and toss him over your shoulder, landing him on the bar.
>You spun on your heel, and drove your elbow into his throat.
>You gripped his horn once more, pulling his limp body and throwing it like a piece of firewood at a nearby support.
>A sickening crack¬ resounded over the crowd and the music, leaving the stallion crumpled in the most awkward looking position, lying motionless.
“Come on, I didn’t hit you that hard.”
>Zips slowly got to her feet, still in a daze.
“You ok miss?”
>She nodded, “That was my ex special somep0ny… Glad I left him… Anyways, thanks for sticking up for me.”
“Anytime. Though sorry to say I have a special somep0ny of my own.”
>”Awh… well thanks anyways. Look me up if ya’ll don’t work out!”
>Zips wandered back to the other end of the bar as a few Pegasus guards walked in the club, inspecting the unicorn
>You turned back to the bar, paying for your drinks, content with the night out.
“Thanks for showing me around Spitfire, nice to meet you.”
>Spitfire nodded, apparently finishing off her second or third drink, considering her wobbly state.
>”Anonymous, we need you to come with us.”
>You turned to see the guards in their golden armor, with one carrying the unicorn on his back.
“Um, I have to have an escort to go back to the castle? I thought I was on leave.”
>”Easy now Anonymous, just face me, hands in front of you.”
>You recognized the sound of the guards voice, it was the same that used to be posted at your door in the night.
>Usually he was pretty nice, what was his deal now?
>Still you decided to go along with it, maybe this was his idea of a prank.
>Large metal shackles were clasped around your wrists, and the guards led you out into the streets.
>”I’m taking this poor fellow to the morgue, you going to be ok?”
“Morgue?”
>”Yeah, Anon isn’t that bad of a guy. I’m sure the Princess will understand.”
“What in Equestria are you two talking about?”
>”Anon, are you that drunk? You just killed a p0ny.”