This goes back to the upload I posted about Rarity rescuing and snuggling me. A few days later, Princess Celestia received letters from ponyville residents about the scent of my presence in the vicinity of Carousel Botique. Celestia goes to see for herself so she can confirm whether or not there’s any need for panic.
 
Rarity then picked me up and revealed me to Celestia. Tears began to fill her eyes because I was put at the mercy of the Princess of the Sun herself. She would have to make a tough decision. If she sees me as a threat, she would stomp on me. If she sees no threat, she would declare “No Threat” and I would become a licensed citizen of Ponyville under Rarity’s protection. Rarity broke down in tears as she was prepared to do everything she could to keep Celestia from stomping me.
 
Rarity: Please, Princess Celestia. He isn’t a pest. He even helps me with my work sometimes. Please don’t squish him.  
Celestia: I don’t doubt what you say can be true, but we hardly know much about his kind other than their flaws in keeping peace in their own world. If he has any threatening qualitles, I have to take his life.  
Me: I appreciate your skepticism, your highness, but I swear I don’t mean anypony harm.  
Celestia: I believe you, little boy, but your word alone is not enough to convince my entire kingdom.  
Rarity: Celestia, he’s been under my care for a week. He’s never harmed me once. Even Sweetie Belle likes him. I’m begging you, PLEASE DON’T STOMP HIM!!!!!!!!  
Celestia: I’ve already made up my mind, Rarity. Hold him up to my face so I can make it clear to him.  
(Rarity cries and does as told)  
Rarity: Don’t worry, my little friend. I’ll be right beside you if she stomps you.  
Me: Your highness. If you’re going to stomp me, I have no regrets. I clearly don’t belong here.  
Celestia: Rarity, dry your tears. I see no potential threat. From this day forward, this little boy is yours to keep. I have faith that you can take very good care of him.  
Rarity: You mean it?  
Celestia: I do. Knowing you pretty well, if he really was being a pest, you would’ve stomped him by now.  
Me: Wow! Thanks your highness!  
Celestia: You’re quite welcome, little boy. I must be off now.
 
As you can probably see I need to get better at drawing other kinds of clothes, because all I can imagine myself as at such a childish age is Toon Link with different colored hair and clothes.