Larsas Pink pony

Ok here is chapter three same warnings as before. I don't even know why I keep doing this ^^'


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Vayne, ruler of Arcadia was irritated. It only showed by a slight twitch in his left eyebrow but those who had known him long enough knew what it meant and stayed at a safe distance. Scanning the throne room with piercing eyes the young king tried to find someone to take it out on only to find that both servant and judges had long ago fled the field. Grumbling to himself he flipped open a cell phone.



“My Lord?” The answer came on the other end.



“Gabranth, where is that pink pony?”



“I’m sorry my lord, we’re working on it. Were down on the second game and still only chocobos I’m afraid.”



“Right, it seems that I was right when I said there were no pink ponies in the Final Fantasy universe.”



“Do you wish for us to return back my Lord?”



“No Gabranth, I will not give up that easily. Travel to World of Warcraft and see if you have any luck there.”



“But my Lord, I’m not really if that is possible”



“Of course it is, I had Dr Cid install an inter dimensional transporter in all air ships month ago.”



“An inter dimensional transporter my Lord?”



“Yes, my grand plans of world domination stretcher far longer than just the Final Fantasy universes.”



“As you wish my Lord”



Feeling a bit calmer Vayne hung up. The faster he found a pink pony the faster he would have such a strong grip of little Larsas’ heart that he would never dare to oppose him again. He felt the sudden urge to laugh out load at the cleverness of his plan but stopped himself feeling it would make him look like a maniac.
Speaking of maniacs it was a long time since he had heard anything from Dr Cid. Apparently he had been working on some big project the last month. Feeling curious he rang for a servant and ordered him to bring Dr Cid to the throne room and to bring his latest invention.



Dr Cid came faster than he expected. Two servants accompanied him, carrying something quiet large covered by a read sheet. After carefully placing it before the throne Cid dismissed the servant and bowed deep before the king.

“It has been a long time since you reported to me Dr Cid.”



“My humble apologies my Lord. I wanted to finish my latest invention before presenting it to you.”



“And is it finished now?”



“This morning my Lord. May I present for you…The Frilling Machine!”



With this Cid pulled of the sheet and reveled something that looked like a big square metal box. On two opposite sides were a thin opening and on the third was a big screen. Sticking out under the screen was a keyboard with what looked like hundreds of buttons in different colors and sizes.



“A frilling machine you say.”



“Not a filing machine, The Frilling Machine. This little thing can put frills on every piece of clothing in existance. It has over 200 frilling designs, 150 kinds of laces and ribbons in all colors imaginable.”



Pulling out a plain white shirt Cid went to one of the openings.



“You insert the clothing here, the machine then scans it and makes it appear on the screen. There you can choose what kind of frills, laces or ribbon you wish to attach and where you want to attach it. When you are done merely push the big green button and voilá; a shirt complete with frills and ribbons better than any tailor could ever make.”



Vayne stood up and slowly walked around the machine, inspecting in closely. It was true that he enjoyed clothes with frills but this was a bit extreme. He would rather take poison then wearing anything with ribbons.
A smile that made a shudder run down Dr Cid spine suddenly appeared of Vaynes face.



“It is a most intriguing machine. I most inspect it closer before I can say anything more. Take it to my clothing room in my chamber and I will inform you later if it is to my liking.”



“Of course my Lord.” Slowly backing out of the throne room Dr Cid closed the doors with a heavy sigh. When dealing with Vayne you never knew what to expect and it made Cid feel very uncomfortable.



Later in the evening Larsa was suddenly called to his brothers’ chamber. It had been some time since he had visited there and he still had the experience in the throne room fresh in mind. Thus he felt both a bit uneasy but at the same time exited as he made his way through the big halls that led to his brothers’ most private area.

The room was dim when he entered, the only light coming from a couple of chandeliers placed in each corner of the room, leaving the middle barley lit.



“Larsa, how glad I am that you came.” Vayne sat in a big chair beside the big for poster bead that took up a third of the whole room.



“I guess this has nothing to do with my pink pony Lord brother.” Closing the door behind him Larsa took a couple of steps into the room but stopped at a safe distance from his brother.



“I’m afraid not dearest little brother but I’m still working very hard with it. Though I have another gift for you?”



“You have?!” Forgetting all caution Larsa walked to his brother, taking the box hold out for him. Opening it he stared down on the clothing that lay within, a bright blush painting his cheeks. It was a thin pink silk shirt with frills, its V neck so low cut that it would reveal most of the chest. Beside it lay a pair of matching pink panties, laces decorated the hem and on each side of it hung three pink ribbons.



“Lord brother you can’t expect me to wear this?!”



“Not in public of course dearest Larsa, only in front of me.”



Blushing even deeper Larsa picked up the shirt.



“I could perhaps wear this since its pink but panties are for women Lord brother.”



“Oh Larsa you are feminine enough to wear it, it would fit your…petit for most well. Not to mention it would make me very happy.”



“That does not surprise me.” Larsa mumbled and inspected the shirt a bit closer. “Well then Lord Brother it seems that I have no choice. But it will cost you another pink pony.”



Smiling sweetly Vayne reached out and cupped Larsas chin, his thumb slowly stroking over his lips. “That will be no trouble at all.”



The following morning Vayne was in a much better mood. Walking into his closet room he looked at The Frilling Machine with much delight. While trying to decide whenever purple armor nr 23 or 24 suited him best he made a mental note to himself to reward Dr Cid much richly for his invention.



After installing himself in the throne room he flipped open his cell phone yet again.



“Gabranth, change in plans. I need you to bring back two pink ponies.”



“Two my Lord?”



“Yes Gabranth, two. Anything new to report?”



“Other than a small incident with a mage who called himself Richard and almost blasted down our ship nothing of importance has occurred.”



“Good then keep on searching.”



Vayne leaned back in his throne. In a way he was really starting to get fond of thease pink ponies as well.