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- >"Target in sight," Moonie says in a low, authoritative voice.
- >The two of you peer out of a bush at Carousel Boutique.
- >"On my mark, we attack... GO!"
- >She yells as she darts out of the bush with Sir Bearington sitting on her back.
- >This elicits a small laugh from you as you stand up and walk after her.
- >Moonie kicks the door open, fires off a few bolts that are illusions but it's enough to fool Rarity who lets out a terrified, high pitch scream.
- >You step inside when she realises it wasn't real and she shoots you a glare.
- "It was the only way to get her to come here without a hassle," you shrug.
- >You glance at Moonie who has fallen down thanks to a giggling fit.
- >"I think I still have enough time to make your dress bright and frilly."
- >Moonie shuts up immediately.
- >"B-But Miss Rarity it was all Anon's fault," she stammers.
- "Wow, just turn on me at the drop of a hat."
- >"Necessary sacrifices."
- >"Quit it, the pair of you. I still have that dress, Anon, from the time I thought you'd look cute in one."
- "I thought we agreed never to speak about that."
- >"Then behave."
- "I was."
- >"You were encouraging her. You're as bad as she is," Rarity says with a sigh.
- >Both Moonie and you decide remaining quiet for the rest of the day, unless spoken to, is the safest option.
- >And the two of you do just that.
- >You get into the outfits Rarity designed for you.
- >It's a black, pinstripe suit with a midnight blue tie and vest.
- >As you look yourself over, Rarity makes a few, slight adjustments and makes sure the outfit is resting comfortably
- >Rarity's cutie mark has been stitched onto the jacket pocket, something you requested.
- >You're the only human in a world of ponies, people will want to talk to you and ask questions.
- >Considering you're going to the Gala, you figure you'll be able to drum up some business for Rarity out of this whole ordeal.
- >"Now, I'm going to check on Moonie. She's been quiet for way too long and that terrifies me."
- >Rarity leaves the room and you're left alone with multiple reflections of yourself to keep you company.
- >You'll admit, you look pretty good.
- >You're not all that excited for the Gala though.
- >Everyone else is pumped up for it, but the fancy event was never your thing.
- >You do enjoy them in a way, just not the same way as everyone else.
- >"Anon," Rarity calls.
- >You step out the room to see her and Moonie standing there.
- >Moonie is in her Gala dress.
- >The dress is a midnight blue dress with a skirt that layers over itself towards the floor.
- >There's also a thin, light blue lace layered over the bodice and little glittery stars.
- >You'd like to say it suits Moonie but then she'll rave on about how only battle armour suits her properly.
- >"What do you think?"
- >Rarity is practically beaming at you, fishing for some kind of compliment whereas Moonie is rather stoic about the whole thing.
- "She looks cute. I love it," you sincerely reply.
- >Moonie just sticks out her tongue and fakes a dry retching sound.
- >Rarity claps her forehooves together and darts off into the other room.
- -----
- >"Good Evening everyone," Princess Celestia says to address the crowd waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
- >"It is wonderful seeing you all again and I look forward to getting to know those of you who have never been before. Food and drink are already being served in the dining halls. Please have a wonderful night and do enjoy yourselves."
- >There's a chorus of applause before the crowd disperses across the Gala's area.
- >You look down at Moonie and ask her what she wants to do who shrugs in response.
- >For the next half hour, the two of you wander around in boredom.
- >Occasionally you're stopped by someone who "is simplifying dying to know who designed your suit and Moonie's dress."
- >The compliments you receive are nice but it's hard not to think of them as pompous asses with their forced, upper-class accent.
- >"This party is boring. If I were Queen it'd be much better."
- "Do you even know how to throw a party?"
- >"Yes."
- "Alright, what would you do differently then?"
- >"For starters there'd be less bright colours, more cakes and anyone who does that little accent gets 1,000 years dungeon," she says, putting on a mocking version of the accent for the last part.
- "Sounds-"
- >"Oh, and everyone has to bring me presents," she exclaims.
- "Of course they do."
- >"Oh, hello Anon, Moonie."
- >You turn around to see Fluttershy standing behind you with a nervous smile.
- "Hey Shy. Are you having a good night?"
- >"Yes, I'm about to go say hello to the little critters in the garden. Um, hopefully they'll be friendlier."
- "Tell them I said hi, I guess."
- >"Anon, can I go with her?"
- "Sure. Just no terrorising the animals or leaving Fluttershy's side."
- >Moonie salutes before jumping with glee.
- >She then races after Fluttershy to follow her to the gardens.
- >You've never seen Moonie so happy to go see animals then again, it's a very boring night.
- >"Oh darling," calls out a mare beside you, " you simply must tell me who designed your clothes."
- -----
- >You've been hounded with the same damn questions all night.
- >You knew you'd attract attention but you weren't prepared for the scale.
- >At the moment, you're in the dining halls trying to eat.
- >It's possible you've already spoken to everyone because you've managed to eat peacefully so far.
- >Well, mostly in piece.
- >Your gut has been making a pained growl for a little while now.
- >It's starting to bother you.
- >Then, suddenly, someone bumps into you.
- >You glance down to see a timid Fluttershy looking up at you nervously.
- >"Oh, uh, hi Anon."
- >You notice that the midnight menace is nowhere to be seen.
- >Before you even ask, Fluttershy blurts it out in a panic without taking a breath.
- >"I'm so sorry, Moonie ran off saying she was going to make the party much more fun but I can't find her anywhere so I have no idea what she's planning or how to stop and her-"
- "Flutter! Deep breath."
- >She does as she's told.
- "Trust me, I know it wasn't your fault. When Moonie is involved, it never is."
- >Fluttershy nods but still keeps taking her deep breaths.
- >She must have been pretty panicked over it.
- >You stand up and begin scanning the room.
- >She's not here so you need to think of where she would be.
- >Your train of thought it interrupted by the sound of a crowd sprinting.
- >You try listening closer to work out where it's coming from when suddenly the door bursts open and a stampede of animals come charging in.
- >A few people scream, "not again," before running for the hills.
- >The whole place is in a panic in an instant.
- >You freeze up, letting everyone run around you because you doubt a stampede of flying squirrels, flamingo, monkeys and other little creatures are something you should worry over.
- >Everyone else thinks otherwise.
- >You can't help but laugh a little at everyone's reaction.
- >It's like a tornado is on its way, nobody really knows what to do.
- >Eventually the room is empty.
- >Tables are pushed over with the food splattered all over the floor.
- >Decorations have fallen.
- >Scattered across the room are accessories that were once worn by ponies like hats, flowers and glasses.
- >You don't envy the cleaners in the slightest.
- >It'll probably be a unicorn too because cleaning this as a pegasus or earth pony would take a week.
- >In the corner of your eye, you see a proud little mare strutting into the room.
- >You fold your arms and give her a stern scowl.
- >"THAT'S how I throw a party," she cackles.
- >She smiles at you but it eventually fades when she realises you're not impressed even by the slightest.
- "So, not only did you do the two things I've told you not to do all night you had to ruin Celestia's event in the process."
- >She hangs her head.
- >You know she's only doing it to hide that smirk.
- >Celestia, Luna and a few of the girls step into the room. Celestia being the only one with a smile.
- >Then you get an idea.
- "As punishment..."
- >Moonie winces as you pause.
- >She might be proud of her work but she's clearly worried about getting in trouble.
- "We're going to dance."
- >"What?"
- >Celestia puts a record on and begins to play some slow music.
- >This will work perfectly.
- >Moonie stammers to get some kind of protest out.
- >"That's your punishment? Dancing?"
- "Yeah," you reply.
- >You take her forehooves and hold them gently while she stands on your feet with her hind legs.
- >You then begin to dance for the two of you.
- >"This is embarrassing," she mutters under her breath.
- "Heard that," you whisper back.
- >You drag out the dancing until you're sure Moonie has been embarrassed enough.
- >She never could deal with any kind of affection, more so when others are around.
- >Celestia then stops the music and compliments the two of you.
- >Moonie hands her head and lets out an awkward groan.
- "Oh, by the way, you've also got double chores for the next month."
- >"What?! Wasn't the dance punishment enough?"
- "Would you rather clean this up instead," you ask as you gesture to the room.
- >Moonie pauses, probably to try and weigh which is more work.
- >"I'll go with the chores."
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