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- He wanted lulzy, he wanted feelsy.
- >You drape on your jacket, and take a deep breath from your nose.
- >This was going to be the day.
- >The day you asked her out.
- >You know what your mother would say.
- >’ANON YE DUMBASS WHAT’CHE DOIN’?’
- >As yes, mother, a real charmer.
- >You get to the front door, and slip into your best shoes.
- >Of course, she made it.
- >You giggle like an idiot, coming up with plans to do after today.
- >Maybe a day at the movies?
- >That could work.
- >You kick once; to make sure the shoes are on tight.
- >And it wasn’t your fault the door was right in front of you.
- >No, you’re not making up reasons to kick doors.
- >You step out of your tiny home, your abode.
- >You walk much faster today, to HER house and your place of occupation-
- >The Carousel Boutique.
- >You fish your pocket for the key, and open up shop.
- >Quite literally.
- >Your boss was cool enough to let you hold a second key with you, just so you can come in early.
- >Not that you did that a lot.
- >You hear the shop bells ring, and you step inside.
- >You turn the small sign on the door, ‘Opening’ the store.
- >You sigh as you are faced with a mountain of used fabric and other debris.
- >You grab your trusty broom, and hold it close.
- >You angle it over some clumps of dust.
- >OH GOD DID THAT THING JUST MOVE?
- >You scream and beat the clump a few times, before running upstairs.
- “BOSSSSSSSSSSS”
- >You bang on her bedroom door, still screaming.
- >No response.
- >Your beatings get weaker after the first ten minutes.
- >Giving up, you glance around, looking for that unicorn.
- >”Anon, is that you?”
- >Aww, you know that voice from anywhere.
- >Another door creaks open.
- >A small filly comes out rubbing her eyes.
- “Sweetie, quick- where’s Rarity?”
- >”She’s not in her room?”
- >You shoot her a look of disapproval.
- >”What?”
- “Dust Bunnies.”
- >”AGAIN?” that voice crack there.
- >You nod, still can’t get over her voice.
- >That is just cute.
- >”We need to find Rarity!”
- “Say, why would we have dust bunnies?”
- >”Well, Rarity WAS hard at work last night.”
- “Why?”
- >She shrugs.
- >”She just started giggling after a letter came in.”
- >Now, you can’t stop giggling.
- >Looks like the reservation came through.
- >It took almost half of your yearly savings, but it will be well worth it.
- >The most fancy restaurant in town, just for her.
- >The name is in French, so you can guess it is fancy.
- >Just like how mother taught you.
- >”Anon?”
- >The white filly jabs your shin.
- >”You alright?”
- “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.”
- >You give her a sheepish smile, before moving on.
- >The third door in question- Rarity’s workshop.
- >You give a weak knock.
- >No answer.
- >You push the door, and to your surprise, it gives away.
- >You can see the mess on the floor, on the desk, on the EVERYWHERE
- >You’re in for a long day, aren’t you, Anonymous?
- >You light the lamp in the room, to find Rarity slouched over an over-turned mannequin.
- >You also go over to open the curtains, letting in the blinding sunlight.
- >You cringe at the sudden change in lighting, and you back away into the darkness.
- >You also notice a multi-colored shine coming from behind you.
- >You turn to see Rarity, and the object behind her.
- >Rubies were running across the bottom of the dress, followed by a line of sapphires, and the list goes on.
- >It was dazzling, on both literal and figurative meaning.
- >Looks like Rarity worked on it all night.
- >You lift the white pony, and hold her in your arms.
- >She stirs lightly in your arms, but settles in and goes back sleeping.
- >You open the door to her room, and walk in.
- >You tuck her in, making sure to put away her red glasses on the bed stand.
- >You fix her ruffled mane a bit, and sit by her bed.
- “Worked all night again?”
- >No response.
- “Of course you did.”
- >You leave her to sleep, while you braced yourself.
- >You find Sweetie Belle waiting for you outside of the door.
- >”Anon, Rarity can’t help us, right?”
- >You nod solemnly.
- >Suddenly, a broom is thrown to your hands.
- >Sweetie ducks in and comes out with a bowl over her head, like a helmet.
- >”Let’s do this, Anon.”
- >You grit your teeth.
- “Lets.”
- “HO GOD THIS WAS A BAD IDEA”
- >”I’M JUST A FILLY ANON”
- >A dust bunny jumps at Sweetie, and she lets out a little shriek.
- >You quickly bat it over.
- “SWEETIE HOLD THEM BACK”
- >She fires off some weak magic.
- >”I CANNAE, CAPTAIN”
- “CANNAE?”
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cannae
- [Credits to Betty and Brainhorn for that conversation]
- >This was not good.
- “FALL BACK SWEETIE.”
- >The little filly retreats back upstairs, as you hold the evil creatures back.
- >How much magic did Rarity use last night?
- >And at last, when hope is almost lost, Sweetie comes upon a white steed.
- >Like Gandalf.
- >Which was Rarity.
- >Rarity surveys the scene, spotting you being over-run by the little demons.
- >”DUST BUNNIES?”
- >She immediately discharges a spell, effectively ‘killing’ all of the vile creatures.
- >As in to collapse them back to a puddle of dust.
- >Those little shits.
- >You sigh, as Rarity hands you the duster.
- >”Can you also drop off Sweetie Belle at school?”
- “Yeah, you want fries with that?”
- >”Ew, oily food.”
- >You ignore her ramble on how those carbs can kill you, and move on to cleaning.
- >Look at you, disgraced to a simple housepet/cleaner.
- >If these ponies ever invaded Earth…
- >It will be the Romans all over again.
- >Getting all the dust was easy enough, seeing how most of them were intent on clumping together and eating you alive.
- >Shake the fabric and drop it to a corner- and you’re all set.
- >Sweetie comes out just in time, having her tiny saddlebags on her tiny sides.
- >She notices you all done, and comes closer.
- >”Anon, Rarity says you’re dropping me off today!”
- “Did she say anything about giving me a raise?”
- >”Well, no- but she seemed excited for tonight.”
- >You smile to yourself.
- >Excellent.
- “Come on, let’s go.”
- >She gladly marches ahead of you.
- >You hold the door open for her, not forgetting to hand her a toast you got ready during work.
- >Feeling pretty good today, you take Sweetie’s bags, and put it over your shoulders.
- “Here, let me hold that for you.”
- >She shoots you a worried glance.
- >”Anon, you okay?”
- “Why?”
- >”You’re being awfully nice today, Anon.”
- “Well, I feel nice.”
- >”Will you do this every day?”
- “Don’t push it, kiddo.”
- >She grins widely, before running off.
- >Probably to meet her friends.
- >There was that little apple hick girl.
- >And a chicken?
- >You shrug.
- >Like you gave two shits.
- >You drop Sweetie off at the school, not forgetting to pat her on the head, and whispering an insult for Diamond Tiara.
- >Usual stuff.
- >You hurry back to the store, and you find yourself being awfully happy.
- >You find yourself saying hello to everyone.
- >What has happened to you?
- >And you know what smiles attract.
- >It is about waist tall, and it is pink.
- >Pinkie Pi-
- >”HEYA ANON!”
- >The damnable mare.
- >”You’re awfully happy today!”
- >You sigh.
- >That was the fifth time you heard this question.
- >”Youknowtodayis-“
- “Hearts and Hooves day, I know.”
- >”You’re… GOING OUT THEN?”
- >You nod.
- >She pauses for a second, and then she jumps on you.
- >”WHOWHOWHOWHOWHO”
- >A brown stallion passes the two of you.
- >”WHOWHOWHO-OOVES, SUP?”
- >He smiles and waves at the two of you.
- “I’m not telling, Pinkie.”
- >She falters just for a moment-
- >No wait, this is Pinkie.
- >”Even if I did a Pinkie Promise?”
- “No.”
- >”How about a cupcake?”
- “You gave me indigestion.”
- >She frowns at you, and does not lose eye contact.
- >And then, she whispers into your ear.
- >”I will find out, I SWEAR it.”
- >That voice made you shudder.
- >She then smiles again, before running off.
- >She’s going to stalk you all day, isn’t she.
- >You sigh once and many times, and return to the Boutique.
- >Can’t get sloppy, Pinkie might ruin it all.
- >Like last year.
- >Damn, that was a bad episode with Rainbow.
- >She got mad and left the place in a storm.
- >She kept on telling you she just wanted to be your friend.
- >Can’t really blame her, though.
- >You guys didn’t talk for a month or two, until you decided to give up.
- >And guess who spilled the beans before you asked?
- >That bloody pink mare, that’s who.
- >You still won’t trust her, through.
- >Your trail of thought is interrupted by the door bell ring.
- >”Ah, there you are, Anon.”
- >Rarity calls to you, while you are still surveying behind you for that Pink devil.
- >And oh look, is that a bush with a pink mane sticking out of it?
- >Nope, nothing suspicious.
- >”Can you help me out here?”
- “Uh yeah, give me a moment.”
- >And then, it strikes you.
- >Rarity was in the center of the room, in her dress.
- >She was- beautiful.
- >Well, you could say other adjectives like ‘Breath-taking’ or ‘insurmountable beauty’, but then you are an idiot.
- >You’re just standing there, mouth agape- over this mare.
- >That special pony in all of Equestria.
- >She notices your stare.
- >”Too much?”
- >You shake yourself back to reality.
- “Err, yeah- no- you look fine.”
- >”Just… Fine?”
- “No! I mean, great- awesome, beautiful.”
- >She blushes slightly at that.
- “I heard you were going out tonight?”
- >She nods happily.
- >Looks like she’s genuinely interested…
- >”Well, I’m just trying this on for later.”
- “Oh?”
- >”I need to get my mane done. Any tips, Anon?”
- >You shrug.
- >This was mare stuff.
- >Like as hell you knew.
- >You just give her a thumbs up.
- ”Hey boss, can I have the rest of the day off?”
- >”Oh?”
- “It’s a-“
- >”Hearts and Hooves thing?”
- >You smile, and nod.
- >”Ohhh, looks like some mare out there is getting lucky…”
- >She shoots you a dirty smile.
- >And then she winks.
- “Oh you.”
- >”Sure, go ahead Anon, I’ll see you then?”
- >You nod and leave the store.
- >Your heart is racing now, you are absolutely pumped.
- >Just a few hours more…
- >You visit Snips, to get your hair done.
- >He may be an annoying little twit, but he sure got his skills.
- >You then pick up the suit you ordered from Fillydelphia, only one who could’ve pulled this off here was Rarity.
- >And you didn’t want her to know.
- >Obviously.
- >You rush to your home, and get into your new clothes soon.
- >Tonight.
- >Tonight was going to be the night.
- >You glance at your nearly empty wallet, and then to your watch.
- >You better make it worth it.
- >The clock starts to ring.
- >Time to go, Anon.
- >You take another deep breath, and open the door.
- >Your home was in a quite far distance from the Ponyville town center, often giving you a nice over-hill view on the town.
- >You see hearts everywhere.
- >Just another special day.
- >The sun is down, and with the heart shaped lanterns, Ponyville looks perfect.
- >And speaking of perfect…
- >You spot a little pony emerging from the Carousel Boutique.
- >She’s in her dress, as far as you can tell.
- >A carriage is waiting for her outside, and she eagerly jumps inside.
- >The carriage takes off.
- >You watch it as it slowly sailed over Ponyville.
- >Wait.
- >Something’s off.
- >The restaurant is right there.
- >The carriage quickly passes over it, and flies to a speck of light in the horizon.
- >You stand there for a while, wondering what just happened.
- >Maybe she got the wrong directions.
- >You stand there, waiting for the carriage to come back.
- >The chill is slowly creeping up to you.
- >Rarity isn’t coming back.
- >Nonononono
- >It MUST be the wrong mare.
- >You laugh nervously, and head into the town.
- >You walk through the festivities, seeing couples everywhere.
- >You ignore them, as you near the restaurant.
- >You show the receptionist the invitation, and she lets you in.
- >You take your seat, and wait.
- >”What will you be ordering today, sir?” A waiter comes to you.
- >You smile weakly and shake your head.
- “I’ll get it later.”
- >He nods, and moves to the next couple.
- >You glance at the clock.
- >7:29.
- >You tap your fingers to the table, waiting.
- >You glance again.
- >10:50.
- >Most of the ponies are gone now.
- >Fuck this.
- >You stand, and leave the place.
- >Before you go, however…
- >You fish for the keys again, and enter the dark house.
- >You go over her work desk, glancing over the slew of letters.
- >You start going through them, rummaging through the orders.
- >You can’t find your invitation anywhere.
- >You sigh, and leave.
- >As you exit the Boutique, you hear a rasp under your foot.
- >You look down to see a crumpled piece of paper.
- >Out of sheer curiosity, you open it up.
- >It was a green envelope.
- >It was still sealed, as far as you can tell.
- >You carefully open it, to find your invitation.
- >You glance around the envelope, seeing three words.
- >You drop the letter, and start the long walk to home.
- >It was a cold night tonight.
- >The letter landed softly on the small puddle, slowly growing heavy.
- >Water breached its walls, slowly invading the body.
- >The letter absorbed all it could, turning darker by the second.
- >The ink on it slowly drifted away, but the scar of the quill was still there.
- >And upon the inscription, it read;
- >’Not a Pony.’
- >And it could not have been so precise.
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