No Place I'd Rather Be (One Shot, AnonxRarity)

"Oh...come on....you stupid...sonova..."
>Yup...another morning for good ol' you.
>You grunt as you haul yourself into your wheelchair, situating your legs just right.
>Wouldn’t want to get them caught in anything.
>”Get ripped right off,” you’d say.
>Macabre humor, but it is what it is.
>You crack your neck and work the wheels a little.
>Yup, everything works.
>You wheel yourself out for some breakfast. Every day, this gets a little easier.
>Your arms are getting stronger, even as your legs look like they are wasting away.
>”Good morning, Anon.”
>There’s Rarity. Hard at work, as always.
>She’s really learned to make a mean scrambled eggs, even they are, as she says, “a little messy.”
>Now, if she could start making some bacon, you’d be golden.
“Mornin’ Rarity. Got any plans today?”
>You wheel yourself up to the table. Mmm, do you smell waffles?
>Indeed you do!
>You can hardly contain your drool as Rarity plates your breakfast, magically levitating your plate to you.
>After perfectly situating the garnish, of course.
>“None today, I’m afraid. I just finished that big order for the Canterlot royal guard, and I’m taking a bit of a break.”
>Honestly, this mare doesn’t know the meaning of the word. She’ll be designing something before lunch, guaranteed.
“A break is always good. Thanks for the meal!”
>Rarity smiles warmly as you dig in.
>By the time you look up, the warmth of her smile has faded, replaced more with pain than anything else.
>She’s thinking about it again.
>That day.
>You were fresh off the boat, as it were.
>Scared and confused, with nothing but the clothes on your back.
>In a magical world of talking ponies.
>The first p0ny you found was a filly, Sweetie Belle.
>She seems just as scared as you as you were of her at first, but you needed help.
>The two of you started talking, making nice.
>You even commented that you really liked her mane. So soft!
>Her big sister, however, was slightly more…impulsive.
>She saw you and Sweetie Belle interacting.
>”Sweetie Belle! Get away from that monster!”
>You remember those words as clearly as what came next.
>First, it was a rock to the face.
>Admittedly, that hurt.
>But what really hurt was when she levitated you and sent you flying.
>Your first introduction to p0ny magic, and it was used to send you into a building, striking your back directly on a corner.
>Just enough, it would seem.
>Sweetie Belle must have given quite the speech in your defense.
>You woke up in a hospital…of sorts.
>You remember the doctor explaining to a weird purple unicorn that he had no idea what you were or how to treat you.
>Oh, everyone was so relieved when you woke up.
>That relief turned to sadness when the doctor asked you to move your legs, and you couldn’t.
>For the white unicorn standing in the back, sadness was replaced with abject horror.
>A creature, a being she barely knew, crippled.
>For only talking to her little sister.
>And it was all her fault.
>In time, you would learn about the Elements of Harmony.
>Rarity certainly earned her title of “Generosity.”
>When you were finally released, she insisted on paying your medical expenses and taking you into her home.
>Perhaps she viewed it as penance.
>The early days were not easy. You admit, you were angry and resentful.
>Angry at her, angry at yourself.
>Angry that you needed her help
>You said many horrible, mean things.
>Things you thought you’d never say to another living being.
>But still she was there.
>Caring for you, helping you learn and build the strength to get by in your new state.
>She even remodeled her home and business, Carousel Boutique, just so you could get around
>Over the years, you suppose, the anger just faded away.
>Worn down by her incessant generosity.
>By now, you could probably get by comfortably on your own, in a home of your own.
>But, now? There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.
“Rarity…are you alright?”
>Rarity’s smile slowly shifts to a frown.
>”Anon…do…do you hate me? For what happened?”
>You set your fork down, unlock your wheels and roll over to where Rarity’s sitting.
>Almost as if on cue, she places her head in your lap, nuzzling your torso with a whimper.
“No, no Rarity…I may have been mad before…but…”
>You don’t finish your sentence, instead deciding to show her.
>You raise her face up to yours and plant a small kiss on her lips with a smile.
>She returns that smile, wiping the tears from her eyes.
>”Thank you,” she whispers as she nuzzles your face.
“So…want to go to the park today?”
>”That sounds divine, darling.”
>Yep…for better or worse, there’s no place you’d rather be.