Princess Anon 2/Thats All Yolks!

>Day no. That's all Yolks!

>You are Princess Anon.

>Currently at the mandated glorified tea party that is the galloping gala.

>At the table with you is Celestia, Luna, Twilight.

>Twilight still has to wear her traffic cone of shame for faking being an alicorn, otherwise she seems to be enjoying herself a lot.

>”My studies into advanced mathematics and their workings in the magic of friendship has gone really well!”

>P0nies can only count to a hundred.

>”I figured out that there’s more numbers after a hundred!”

>”You just add smaller numbers to the larger ones and then you keep going! Like this, one hundred one, one hundred two one hundred three..”

>Twilight adjusts the orange traffic cone on top of her head so she can look at Celestia better while she counted higher than probably any pony in history has ever been documented as having done.

>You were already tuning out before she began talking though, no offense to her.

>Celestia looks at her protege with a weary smile as she counts, giving a quick exhausted look over to you with a sharp exhale from her nose. Twilight notices nothing.

>”That’s very impressive my dear student but I-”

>”One hundred eleven, One hundred twelve, one hundred thirteen..”

>Celestia begs you quietly for freedom.

>LOLNO

>Too busy enjoying food that isn’t just some sort of sugar concoction or inedible vegetation.

>An Egg Fucking Sandwich.

>No meat in equestria, the thought of eating eggs is a pretty edgy concept to most p0nies too.

>Most delicious taboo cuisine you’ve had in forever.

>Somewhere at the table a small yellow p0ny watches you terrified, you will never see this.

>Feel the yolk against your teeth as you tear into it.

>You’re a nasty little egg boy aren't you?

>Between a cacophony of disgusting slurping and chewing, you lose your fingering grip on your sandwich as it hits your chest.

>P0nies watch in horror as your shirt gets covered in egg and mustard.

“Aw dang.”

>You shrug, reaching for a napkin before the scene around you catches you attention.

>Hand paused with the paper cloth at your chest.

>Crowd looks at you as though you grew a second head, terrified and in awe.

>Murmurs everywhere.

>Couple p0nies crying.

>Did you miss a villain battle date or something? You’ve never seen the p0nies this upset before.

>”Anon!” Twilight leans forward urgently, nibbling her lower lip the traffic cone slides down into her face before being pushed back up.

>Her voice is a low and harsh whisper “I know this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you.."

>"But you can't swear like that at the Gala!”