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- >"Emmy? Are... Are you alright?"
- >You look up from the ground to the pink mare.
- >Just a moment ago, she was so chipper, upbeat, and smiley.
- >But now, reading your mood, her face seems to have fallen.
- >Your mind still swims with all manner of conflicting and clashing thoughts.
- >"I... I have something to tell you, Emmy!"
- >Your heart twists inside your chest.
- >You have a feeling you know what she's going to say.
- >Could be wrong, but...
- >...Well, you've been asked out and confessed to quite a few times in the past.
- >Different world, different rules maybe, but still...
- >If she asks...
- >You'll have no idea how to answer.
- >You can't even keep your own thoughts and emotions straight right now.
- >Just moments ago, Fluttershy shook your entire world.
- >Your entire time spent here... everything you felt... your goal for being here...
- >Completely flipped upside-down.
- >"Emmy, I--"
- "Pinkie,"
- >You finally say, cutting her off.
- "I... I can't talk right now..."
- >She tilts her head a little, a worried, nervous expression overtaking her face.
- >"Oh, um... are you sure? ...I think it's kind of important..."
- >You lock eyes with the mare for a moment, then sigh.
- >You shake your head.
- "I'm not... feeling myself, Pinkie, I'm sorry. Please don't tell me anything."
- >You start walking forward again and pass by Pinkie with your head down low.
- "We can talk another time, okay?"
- >She turns her head with you, silently watching as you step farther away from her.
- >"...Oh... okay..." she says solemnly.
- >You don't respond.
- >She's a silly, eccentric girl. She could take it.
- >...Right?
- >Your footsteps ricochet an empty, lonely echo as you enter the town.
- >She's been so oblivious before... maybe she could be oblivious to this.
- >You'll see her later anyway.
- >You take a deep breath.
- >Are you worried about hurting her feelings?
- >Is that a concern for you?
- >...WHY is it a concern for you?
- >Think.
- >...
- >You can't pinpoint it.
- >You don't know what to think or feel.
- >These past few days now feel like one giant lie.
- >One elaborate hoax to trick you into feeling something you never thought you could.
- >And now that you know of it, you aren't sure if you're capable of NOT feeling this thing you never knew you could.
- >...Great, now you're just confusing yourself.
- >You stop, then raise your head up.
- >Your feet were getting boring to look at anyway.
- >The dark of the town obscures some of the buildings, but a few of them boast large signs out front that are readable even with this lighting.
- "...One Trick Pony's Watering Hole..."
- >...Yeah.
- >You could really use a drink to clear your head anyway.
- >You are now Rarity.
- >And you have been absolutely GIDDY since Pinkie left!
- >You used the energy to head straight home and channel it into your work.
- >Your schedule for the next three days is now completely clear.
- >Wonderful! THAT'S productivity!
- >You giggle silently to yourself, then dance on your tiphooves.
- >You even used a little spare time to make both Pinkie and Femanon some dresses to commemorate the occasion.
- >They'll love them!
- >Walking over to where you hung them, you admire your work.
- >Femanon has a long, beautiful purple dress accented with light blue and bedazzled with just a few decorative gems. Wearing a light blue belt around her waist would make it perfect!
- >Pinkie Pie's is pink, with accents of a deep red along the edges, collar area, and bottom.
- >They should wear these dresses together to make their relationship official!
- >A squee escapes you
- >You can't believe it's finally happening!
- >Tearing your eyes from your recently made dresses, you leave your workroom.
- >You just CAN'T keep still right now!
- >You trot quickly into the kitchen, then pour yourself a glass of water.
- >But you practically drop it immediately back down when you hear a knock at the door.
- "They're here!"
- >Oh, this is fabulous!
- >You practically gallop over to the door and swing it open.
- >You open your mouth and get ready to spew a plethora of words, but...
- >You instantly stop, and finally feel that never-ending motor in your chest start to wind down.
- >Before you is not the newly-made couple you were expecting.
- >No, it's... just Pinkie Pie.
- >Her head is hung rather low, and she scrapes the ground with her hoof before raising her eyes to meet yours.
- >"Oh, hiya Rarity," she mumbles, in a manner most unlike herself.
- "Darling..."
- >You begin, allowing her to walk slowly into your boutique,
- "What happened?"
- >She sighs, then gives a kind of shrug.
- >"Oh, nothing..." she replies, taking a seat on one of your couches.
- >A sort of dread begins to overtake you.
- >You gallop over to her.
- "N-Nothing? Where's Femanon?"
- >Pinkie shakes her head.
- >"I don't know. She didn't want to talk to me..."
- >Your heart pangs.
- "B-But... why ever would she not want to?"
- >"I don't know... she said she wasn't really 'feeling herself.'"
- >She lies down on the couch.
- >"I'm not sure she wants to be my Snuggle Buddy anymore, Rarity..."
- >Your blood freezes.
- "No, no, nonono!"
- >You say frantically, jumping over in front of Pinkie excitedly.
- "That must be some kind of mistake! Femanon adores you!"
- >She shrugs again.
- >"That's not the impression I got..."
- >Your heart rate rises a little.
- >This can't be right...
- >Everything is backwards!
- >All those talks you had...
- >...She can't have given up, right?
- >Pinkie was GOING to confess her feelings!
- >If that's not the opposite of discouraging, you don't know what is!
- >You exhale.
- "Do you know where she went, Pinkie?"
- >She shrugs, the uncertainty causing you to bite your lip.
- >...Where could she have gone?
- >You need to talk with her...
- >What exactly happened to shift Femanon's mood like this?
- >You look over to Pinkie, far, far less enthusiastic than she usually is, laying on the couch in a deflated manner.
- "...Pinkie, dear, just stay here... I'm going to go find Femanon, okay?"
- >She nods slowly.
- >You force a smile to her.
- "Okay... stay here, or see your way out when you're ready... whatever you want to do..."
- >"Okie dokie, Rarity..."
- >You grit your teeth once you turn away from her.
- >Femanon...
- >What is happening!?
- "Thanks,"
- >You say to the bartender once he slides your mug of cider to you.
- >With a sigh, you stare into the liquid for a moment...
- >...
- >Then knock it back for a second, take one or two large gulps, then place it back down.
- >Your body hunches over as you sit on the stool, leaning up against the bar.
- >The place is nothing fancy.
- >Mainly made of wood, rather dark looking, with one bartender manning the area.
- >It's mostly empty, save a few other p0nies on the bar with you, and a few groups of friends occupying various booths.
- >An old, worn song plays from a jukebox by the door.
- >How... perfect...
- >You take another solemn breath, and accompany it with another gulp.
- >Before you know it, you can see the dry bottom of your mug.
- >...
- "Barkeep,"
- >You say, placing down your mug and tapping the table.
- "another over here, please."
- >He nods, and a moment later, a second mug comes sliding over to you.
- "Thanks."
- >You opt for a sip this time, then place it back down to the bar and stare off into space.
- >...
- >You're a fool, Femanon.
- >A damn fool.
- >Oddly enough, a sad smile creeps across your face as you think this.
- >"Hey..." you hear from behind.
- >You raise your eyebrow, then turn around.
- >A young stallion stands before you, shaking in his metaphorical boots.
- >You take a sip from your cider.
- "Yes?"
- >He almost winces to your voice.
- >"Oh! Um... hey! I, uh..."
- >He turns around and looks to one of the booths.
- >A few other p0nies raise their drinks and smile at him, some making various motions to continue.
- >You press the inside of your cheek with your tongue.
- >"So!" he says, turning back around. "You're the new creature in town, right? The, uh... human? I was, um, wondering, if maybe, well... if you'd want to--"
- "Look,"
- >You interrupt, holding up your hand for emphasis.
- >His lips practically implode into his mouth.
- >You look for words, but none immediately come to mind, so you start with a laugh and shake of the head.
- >"But... but..."
- "I'm sorry, but no."
- >His face drops.
- "I'm in no mood to be hit on. I'm sorry."
- >"Oh... well, I wasn't--
- >You sigh.
- "You were, I know."
- >He stops himself.
- "This isn't the first time I've had guys try to chat me up in a bar."
- >Your mind wanders to back home, when human guys would...
- >...
- >The realization hits you as you lose focus of the situation for a moment.
- >Then... you laugh.
- >This entire situation is completely bizarre.
- "...We're not even the same species. And you know nothing about me."
- >"You're right. I'm sorry, I'll just--"
- "I've barely been here a week, and you think you're attracted to me?"
- >"Well, I--"
- "Have you ever even seen anything like me before?"
- >"Miss, sorry, I'll leave if--"
- "How could you even think that such little interaction in such a short amount of time could result in any romantic feelings?"
- >"..."
- "You're a horse! Our species can't mix! I can't believe I--"
- >...You catch yourself.
- >The poor stallion looks like he's about to cry.
- "...Oh."
- >You bite your tongue.
- "I'm sorry, I was..."
- >You slowly turn back around to the front of the bar.
- "...Projecting."
- >You stare down into your cup.
- >"...I-It's okay, I'll just... go..."
- >The cup rises to your mouth as you take a sip.
- >...You can hear hooves walking away from behind you.
- >Your eyes blink, and you can feel the water start to form behind them.
- >Another gulp is in order to stop that.
- >Placing the mug back down on the bar, you stare off into space again.
- >...You haven't even thought of back home much.
- >Or how you got here.
- >Or how long you'll BE here...
- >Pinkie Pie took up all of your focus.
- >It's crazy how little you've thought this entire journey through.
- >Because of her.
- >...That's something, right?
- >...Or is it?
- >Another sigh, another drink.
- >You take in the atmosphere of the bar for a moment.
- >...
- >You hear the bar door open, but you don't pay it much mind.
- >Staring off, you take another sip of your drink.
- >Hooves clop closer toward you.
- >Directly followed by a cleared throat.
- >You give it your attention, but you don't look.
- >"...I was hoping I wouldn't find you in here, Femanon."
- >...That voice.
- >You gulp your drink, then face the mare you know is there.
- "Hey... Rarity."
- >She gives a meek smile, and the two of you look at each other silently for a moment.
- >"...Mind if I sit here?" she asks, motioning to the stool next to you.
- >You scooch over in your own stool just a little, as if to make more room.
- "Please, go right ahead."
- >She nods and smiles again, then hops up next to you.
- >You don't say anything, just take another drink.
- >Yet again, it's empty.
- >...
- "Barkeep..."
- >"Coming."
- >A third cider slides up to you.
- >"Anything for your friend?"
- >You glance over to Rarity.
- >She leans over into the bar area a little more to get a view of the bartender.
- >"I'll take a chardonnay... if you have any."
- >The barkeep nods, reaching into the back for a wine glass.
- >He walks slowly over to Rarity, places the glass down, rummages under the bar for a bit, and comes back up top with a bottle, pouring her a glass.
- >"Thank you."
- >You take a gulp of your drink, then set it down.
- >Rarity levitates her glass to her lips and takes a small sip.
- >It taps back down against the wooden bar with a small clink.
- "...So. Why were you hoping not to find me here?"
- >You ask, turning toward her.
- "Half expecting I WOULD be here?"
- >She looks absentmindedly to her glass in front of her, then nods.
- >"Yes, I, um... Pinkie Pie told me about your encounter together."
- >You nod slowly, taking another drink.
- >"...What happened, Femanon?"
- >You lean back a little bit, stretching out your back, then sigh.
- >"You were so worried that she didn't feel the same way... so determined to be with her... why the change of heart?"
- >The cider in your glass swishes back and forth as you rotate it.
- >"That can't be it, right...? You still feel the same way about her?"
- >One last sigh.
- >"Right?"
- >You place the glass back down.
- "I... I don't know, Rarity. I really don't."
- >She inhales sharply.
- >You look to her, and put on an awkward smile.
- "I'm... just a human, Rarity. And you're all p0nies. We're not the same."
- >She looks at you with a sad expression.
- "And... hell, I'm straight... for all I know."
- >"But the entire time you've been here, you--"
- "I know, I know..."
- >She slowly turns back to her wine, levitating the glass and taking another drink.
- >"...Why the change of heart?"
- >You ponder the question in your head.
- >You know why.
- >You know WHO.
- >But... doesn't she? If Rarity knew about your bra...
- "...You knew the whole time, didn't you?"
- >"About what, Femanon?"
- "Fluttershy."
- >Rarity gasps softly at the mention of her name and tenses up.
- >You gauge her reaction, and let out a breathy laugh.
- "Don't worry, it's fine. At this point, I don't care."
- >Rarity loosens up a little bit and opens her mouth, as if to say something.
- >But no words come out.
- >You take another drink.
- "I just wish you could have told me her actions beforehand. Maybe this whole mental trainwreck I'm feeling wouldn't be happening."
- >Rarity tilts her head a bit.
- >"How do you mean?"
- >You look to her.
- "...This entire ordeal. The whole reason I feel so messed up about Pinkie Pie. This is all because of Fluttershy."
- >She stares at you quizzically.
- "I thought you knew what Fluttershy did?"
- >She looks to the ground.
- >"I... I knew she had done some... things to you the night you were drunk, but... how did that affect anything with Pinkie?"
- >You raise your eyebrow at her.
- >Maybe she doesn't know the full extent of it...
- >...But then again... how would she?
- >You take another big gulp from your cider.
- >Gotta get ready to tell THIS story.
- >Your wooden mug clanks against the bar as you slam it down.
- "Okay... so I spent the night at Pinkie Pie's my second night here, right?"
- >Rarity nods slowly.
- "The entire reason I thought I had a thing for her was because I woke up wet after a dream about her."
- >"Oh!" she exclaims, her cheeks turning a tinge pink.
- "Yeah, well... turns out the only reason I WAS wet was because Fluttershy snuck in that night and fooled around with me in my sleep."
- >"What!?"
- "She let it slip this afternoon."
- >Rarity's mouth begins to gape.
- >"Oh my... my word! But... your feelings for Pinkie were... they were all based on...?"
- "Exactly."
- >You say nothing more, simply finishing off your drink.
- >Rarity stares at you for a moment more, then turns back towards the bar and stares ahead.
- >It's silent for a moment.
- >You can hear glasses and mugs shift and clank throughout the bar, while other p0nies begin to turn in for the night.
- >The terrible jukebox music drones on.
- >It's... depressing.
- >"...Pinkie Pie truly has feeling for you though."
- >You nod slowly.
- "And we found that out a tad too late."
- >"Are you... are you going to stop what you have with her then?"
- >You push your mug away from you and lean back.
- "I... don't know. I really don't."
- >Rarity takes a deep breath.
- >"I think this is something you should talk out with Pinkie..."
- >You nod slowly.
- "Yeah... I agree... but..."
- >You look over toward the door.
- "I don't know whether to do that first, or to work out whatever the hell happened with Fluttershy first. Like..."
- >You can feel the tears coming back.
- >With strength, you try to muscle them back, but some come through.
- "Like what do I do?"
- >Rarity pats you on the back.
- >"Both things need to be done, just... whatever is done FIRST, well... that's up to you, darling."
- >She looks over to the exit too.
- >"...I'll leave you to that, then."
- >She takes out some bits and places them on the bar.
- >Plenty more than her own drink cost.
- >You smile, looking down at the bar.
- "Thanks Rarity..."
- >You say with a small sniff.
- >"Stay strong, Femanon."
- >You hear her hooves echo further and further away, until she leaves the bar.
- >You sit alone for a moment, simply with your thoughts.
- >They race.
- >...
- >Okay.
- >You wipe your eyes, then stand up to your feet and slowly walk toward the exit.
- >Pinkie Pie? Or Fluttershy?
- >The cold night air breezes against your skin as you walk out of the establishment.
- >Who to talk to first?
- >End of Part 9
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