Sherbert

"Of course I'm nervous.  I've never considered the possibility of being a diplomat."
>It looks so creamy.
"Griffon-Minotaur relations have been rocky to say the least.  But if my aunt believes in me enough to send me as an intermediary, then I have no choice but prove worthy."
>Those purples!  The crimsons and golds that fold so...smoothly around her face.  Each strand stands so bright and stark...what does it remind you of?
"Besides, I've never been to the Minotaur provinces before.  I hear it's very lovely.  And resolving the odds and ends on a trade route can't be too hard."
>Ice cream.  It looks like sherbert ice cream.  The sweetest, most delectible, brain-freezing sherbert you've ever seen.
"After all..."
>How does she get it to hold like that?  There must be magic.  They always use magic.  But something about it still seems so natural.  It's like striations in a canyon, a state of being mandated by nature and time itself.  There could be no wind or water on earth that could damage...
>ALL...
>DAT...
>HAIR...
"I'm very good at making people get along."
>You must eat it.
"Anon?  Are you okay?"
>"Hmm? Oh, yes, Mrs. Cadence.
"You're...you're drooling."
>Oh, look at that.  You unslack your jaw and wipe yourself down.  Cadence stands up from the table.  The two of you were eating at a varanda on one of the castle's upper balconies.
"I...erm..I must've...ehhhehehheeh."
>The Hair.
"I'm sorry.  It's way to hot out for this.  It was silly of me to think this was a good idea.  Let's go back in.  There area few parts of my iteniary I'd like to go over with you."
>"Of course, ma'am, as you wish."
>In your mouth.
"Anon, please, you can say Cadence.  If you don't drop the formalities I'm going to kick you over the wall."
>"It shall be so, ma'am."  You snicker.
>She cocked her brow and swished at you with her tail.
>Every nerve and muscle in your face went full retard.  She noticed this.
"It must be hotter than I thought.  I'll get you a nice glass of water."
>She called out her request to one of her assistants.  She trotted off hurredly.
>What is this feeling?
>It is not lust.
>It is Hunger.
"Anon, perhaps you should sit down here in the shade, your eyes are looking very strained."
>A wicked plot forms in your mind.
>"Uh.  Yes.  Whew...this heat index is something else.  Oopsie."  You fake a stumble.
>Cadence rushes up to you.
"Oh Anon, let me help you.  I'm sorry, we can put this off until the evening.  You shouldn't be burdened like this."
>"It's fine, I'm fine.  I just need to sit down.  Perhaps a little refreshment."
>Her aids flitter around the two of you, desperate to help and be of use.
"It's quite alright, I can handle him.  Put your arm around me."
>You do.
>You're touching her hair.
>You are touching.  her.  hair.
>Good God, it's like an organic temperpedic mattress.  It wasn't all ethereal and creepy like Celestia's or Luna's.  There was nothing there that you could grab.  If you tried to touch it it would just send a 10,000 volt shock through your fingers.
>That and it looked really fucking creepy how they glowed all the time.  And moved.  The princesses were haunted, of that you were sure.
>But this...it just looked so FULL and so WELL CONDITIONED.  She had more than a mane.  It was art.
>You walk a few ways before you fall onto her side.
"Anon!  Quick, someone call for a medic!"
>Your face is now buried in her hair.
>She smells like fresh fruit.
>Oh this is better than a face full of Scarlett Johansson's titties
>You breathe deep, doing your best impression of Tony Montana and a mountain of coke, but instead of coke, it's p0ny hair.
>Which is much more intoxicating.
>It's soooo soft.  Your brain becomes overloaded trying to process each and every strand caressing your cheeks, nose, and eyes.
>Your lips.
>You open your mouth.
>Ommmmm
>Incoming ice cream.
>Your tongue begins to move.
>And you are pulled away.
>Her assistants magacked you into a chair and a swarm of worried p0nies are now fanning you.  There are at least fifteen glasses of water held out for you.
"I am so sorry Anon, I had no idea how sensitive you are to heat!  Is this common amongst humans?  Don't answer that!  Just rest."
>You accept a glass.  Your brow furrows and a small growl rumbles in your throat.
"Oh he must feel so awful."
"Anon, you must take light sips when dehydrated, otherwise you'll cramp up."
>"You're gonna make a great diplomat, Cadance.  Your compassion knows no bounds.
>She blushes.
"Just feel better, for me."
>You sip the water. It is lukewarm and bland.  Seconds ago you could've drunk from the god's ambrosia and now you're given piss-water to drink.
>"Anything for you, Cadence."
"Please escort Anon to his room.  Anon, if you're feeling well enough, I'd still like to speak with you during dinner, but don't over exert yourself for my sake."
>"Don't worry about me, Cadence," you fake cheer.  "Just a little heat spell.  I'm tougher than this."
>She smiles
"I like your attitude, but don't let it hurt you."
>Your hand waves dismissively at her and you grin.  "I'll see you tonight."
>You wouldn't miss dinner with her.  Not because of heat, or snow, or the forces of hell itself.
>This wasn't over yet.
>You WILL eat her hair.
>You fucking love sherbert ice cream.