My Little Dinner Date: Coloring is Magic Chapter 4 (Preview)

Caroline sighed, placing her phone down on the table. Where did he go? I hope he's not really sick.

The evening had been going well so far. Once Peter had actually settled down and got over the whole witch babysitter thing, he returned to his charming, sweet self. Sure, the food was certainly running late, but the two had been having a lovely conversation and drinking wine together. Things just felt right.

Then suddenly, things weren't. He started acting strange and having these weird, uncomfortable looks on his face. He was so agitated about something before he rushed off to the restroom. How bad was he feeling? Was he really that sick?

Though, maybe she was feeling a little under the weather herself and seeing things. For a second there when he was leaving, his butt… his hips… they all looked so much bigger. So much wider, rounder… maybe a little yellow from what she saw of his butt sticking out.

She shook her head. Just the lighting… It’s dim in here. Just… just in my mind. She took a sip from her wine and closed her eyes, soaking in that taste. He's fine. Just probably stuck in the bathroom is all. I'll get an answer from him in a sec, and everything will be alright.

Caroline sat there for a little bit, keeping her eyes closed and breathing slowly. Just taking a moment to recompose herself.

There, she heard something approaching. It sounded like heels. For a moment, she thought it was the waiter, but remembered they weren't wearing heels.

“I'm so sorry about that!” a voice said, first above her and then, across from her, “I just felt under the weather and h-had to leave. I'm really sorry!”

…who's talking to me?

Caroline's eyes snapped open. Her heart skipped a beat, and she nearly jolted out of her seat. There was a yellow pony woman with elegant wings standing beside the table, bowing apologetically before taking a seat. “Sorry, Caroline,” she meekly said, “I-I'm here now!”

Caroline said nothing, mouth slightly agape at the sight. So many thoughts and questions were whipping through her mind as she stared ahead. Who was this pony? Why did she sit down at her table? How did she know her name? …why did she look like some porn parody of Fluttershy? She looked so… much with massive breasts, wide hips, narrow waist…

Caroline blushed, fidgeting. Why do I feel so hot? She brushed her forehead of sweat.




“Cutiemark down!” Lily chimed, placing her crayon down. She had finished coloring in Twilight Sparkle's mark, expertly capturing that perfect tone and color like the show. “And the rest of the princess to go!”

Well, pre-princess, Eve thought. The mostly uncolored Twilight was of her when she didn't have her wings yet. Was the book made before the season three finale or did it have the princess in all of her alicorn glory later on? Who was to say?

Eve's job now was to assist the little girl in her coloring like a proper assistant. The witch babysitter took out a violet crayon from the box and handed it to her. She in turn brought it down to one of the pony's legs, ready to dive in.

Then, she paused, looking at the crayon. “Something wrong, Lily?”

Lily smiled. “Wrong crayon! This is for the eyes, not the fur!” She giggled and turned her attention now to Twilight's face.