Super Glue Fun

>Ahhh poor rarity
>sleeping there
>defenseless
>she has no idea what you're going to do to her
>about two weeks ago she had a fashion show
>she desperately needed you to try on a new fashion that she wanted to try and propagate
>you didn't really want to do it
>you seen the fashion
>frills
>oh God the frills
>the vibrant pink
>if it were just 6 inches shorter you would say it was a tutu
>you are dead set against even wearing that thing
>but she called a favor, and you owe her a whole lot and don't have the money to pay it back
>fast forward to the fashion show
>even the ponies there knew you are fucking laughingstock in that thing
>it wasn't until you saw pinkie pie backstage that you decided even question what the hell was going on
>apparently rarity owed pinkie on a hell of a favor to
>pinkie got rarity to be an accomplice in a prank she wanted to pull
>now they were even
>technically you are even with rarity to after she pulled this off
>at least until you saw the paper
>and the magazine
>and heard the word-of-mouth
>she has a hell of a debt owed to you and your didn't make her pay half
>earlier that day you put superglue on her pillow and her pillowcase
>the magic resistant kind
>you make sure to find one from a company that was relatively small and couldn't deliver a solvent for weeks
>she went to sleep that night not knowing her pillow and pillowcase were inseparable
>but that doesn't matter
>and here you are now
>standing over her
>with the rest of the superglue in your hand

-- The next morning --

>It was heard throughout all Ponyville
>any home was in a three home radius had their windows shattered
>it was a scream so loud that even the diamond dogs moved a little bit further away
>it was three hours later that sweetie Belle came over to the treebrary and asked for twilights assistance
>you smile knowing damn well what's going to happen within the next hour
>and sure enough 37 minutes later, yeah you know the exact time you were watching the clock
>you and Spike are treated to an amazing sight
>there stands rarity
>pissed off beyond all belief
>with a pillow superglued in her hair
>you took pride in your work
>you made sure not to let a single strand not be glued into it
>“what did you do to me” she says, very menacingly I should add, you have to wonder if this was not a pony land filled with happy, if she of killed you by now are not
>she still may, but you get up
>you calmly walk over to all of the papers
>all the magazines
>and a few recording crystals
>and just played them, laying the papers out to show all of your pictures, opening the magazines to show all the articles they made of the dress
“if there's one thing that can match you in generosity rarity, it's your vanity. the way I see it, by the time ponies forget about me and that thing you had me wear, your hair should be grown back to about the length it is now. Or you could wait at least three weeks to get that solvent for it, in which case you'd be going around everywhere with a pillow stuck your head.”
>You always wondered where the expression if looks could kill comes from, you have to imagine it's this kind of a situation
“oh and one more thing rarity, Spike owed me a hell of a lot to, he isn't going to be helping you for the next few months”
>her look goes from livid to dejected
>she knows she is screwed either way
>ware the pillow for a couple of weeks, lose the hair for a couple of months if not years
“one last thing rarity”
>looking up at you she regains that fire in her eyes
“this was just covering the prank you pulled, you still owe me for the trust you lost”
>its about five minutes before anyone said another word
>rarity is lost in thought this whole time
>but she's the one that breaks the silence
>“can I stay here for while, at least till the sun goes down”
“sure I don't mind”
>you toss her a magazine
>she'll be here for a while