"Thank you for your patronage," the griffon masseur waves at 387 as he's wiping the oil off of everything, "Feel free to come again."
"It's been a pleasure," 387 gives him a courteous bow, "I'll see if time and the Queen allow."
The masseuse taking care of 65536 meets up with them, carrying the drone lying limp on her back.
"You can stop being a noodle, 65536," says 387, the corner of his mouth twitching up.
"Umm, that's not a transformation, 387," 65536's foreleg twitches as it tries and fails to raise it to scratch its head, "I think my leggos want an early sleepy time."
"Alright, I guess I'll take it from here in that case, literally," 387 chuckles, taking the drone onto his own back, "Thank you for being patient with it," he nods to the masseuse.
"Thank youuuu!" moans 65536 softly, "I'm too wobbly to wave."
"See you next time!" she walks over and pats its head.
They're barely out of the door when 387 feels all his tension return with a vengeance. There, on a bench across the road from the massage parlor entrance, sits Blueblood wearing a more hounded expression than usual, the source of which must be 99 sitting on the other end of the bench and right now...
...throwing a frisbee to Smiley covered in white zebra stripes who tries to catch it with its mouth and fails. It bounces off of Smiley's muzzle and drops on the flagstones where Smiley picks it up and returns it to 99.
"Don't look at me, this was all her idea," grumbles Blueblood.
"Now now, what did we practice?" 99 snickers, standing up.
"Why are you both here?" asks 387, "Trouble?"
"Not at all," 99 remains smiling despite facing 387's stern look, "Hey, 65536. How would you feel if I and the ex-prince right here joined you for your daily training?"
"What the holes are you playing at 99?!" hisses 387, leaning towards her face.
"A friend," she boops him with her own muzzle, "You should try it too, sometimes."
"Yaaaaaaaaay," 65536 wobbles its legs hanging from 387's back, "Everyone's friends now," it pauses while 387 back away from the infiltrator, "But I don't think I'll be moving any time soon."
"Then how about you direct us?" offers 99. On the bench, Blueblood sighs and stands up, "To be exact, I meant me but since Blueblood didn't object in time he'll be joining us in addition to what he originally wanted from you."
"Wanted is pulling some serious weight around here," he says in a low, tired tone.
"That's like what Mister Sharp did back at home sometimes!" 65536 raises its head, cheering up, "With the new Guard recruits!"
"By the way," 99 beams, showing both fangs, "Do you have any saying from 'Mister Sharp' for ponies who're really bad at something, and I mean aaaawful, but want to get better?"
"I do, actually!" 65536 nods, "Listen, maggots! Imagine you're Princess Celestia standing in front of a continent-sized cake! Would she give up? No! She would devour the whole thing, one bite at a time! NO MATTER HOW LONG IT WOULD TAKE!"
99 jabs Blueblood's side.
"Motivated now?"
"To take the quick way out? Sure," Blueblood breathes out, "Just point me to the nearest cliff."
"Imma wibble!" 65536 looks at him in a drone version of 'threateningly'.
"For the view..."
387 looks over the absurdity unfolding in front of him one final time before shaking his head.
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Fanfiction[SEQUEL TO: They're EVERYWHERE!] Several years after the changeling invasion of Canterlot, queen Chrysalis gets an invitation to attend a cruise followed by a stay in a luxury holiday resort on an island belonging to the Griffon Empire. Supposedly...
