We'll Make it Work [RGRE]

The prompts
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I want more everyone thinks anon is a gold digger, can't recall the prompt but loved the idea of anon going out with someone and they think his a gold digger and needs to be pampered to stay with them

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>>31239013
>Rarity shows her love via expensive gifts and pampering Anon.
>But this was the only way she understood to woo a colt, and she's afraid if the money train ever runs out that he'll leave.
>And the boutique has had an especially rough season lately, finances are getting tight.
>But she feels like she has to keep up the illusion that everything is fine.
>It's times like this that she wonders if being mono is worth it, if she had a herd sister or two, it would take the pressure off a bit.


>After straining her purse even more in an effort to pretend nothing is wrong, Anon realizes that something is amiss.
>He doesn't know what, but Rarity knows he suspects something.
>She does not sleep well that night.
>She pulls him closer in the darkness, holds on tighter, fearing that soon he will disappear.

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>>31240296
>"Rares, ya can't tell me you haven't dealt with this before. Ya told me yerself that ya were barely scrapin' by when ya first started out.
"Yes, but I only had to worry about myself then. Sweetie was still with my parents, and I was single. No one else would know that I barely ate, and that it was cheap and filling when I did. No one else would know all the corners I cut, and luxuries I did without. Now I have to keep up appearances even in private."
"This ain't really about your money troubles, this is about your beau ain't it?"
>Rarity just nodded.
>"Look, Anon loves ya, don't he?"
>That was the real question wasn't it.
"He says he does."
>But how deep did his love run, really?
>How could she tell?
>She'd heard so many sad stories from friends in the fashion business. It could easily be her sharing her own sad story soon.
>"Then tell him the truth. Ya said he already suspects somethin'. I got the feelin' if he thinks somethin's wrong, he's gonna have a bee in his bonnet till he finds out what. Better he hears it from you, than him having to figure it out his self."
"But what if he..."
>"If he's worth havin', he'll stay."


The Story
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>>31240296
>>31241471

>Your human stirs as you latch onto him, a gentle sigh escaping the large creature.
>You hadn't meant to wake Anon.
>Releasing him, you shuffle back under the covers giving him some much needed breathing room.
>Please fall back asleep.
>Please.
>With a grunt, he turns over and places a firm yet gentle hand on your flank, pressing you back up against his warmth.
>You stay deathly silent, trying desperately to choke back sobs.
>Despite how many times you told him not to, he ruffles his fingers through your prestine mane.
>Nothing is said though.
>You don't trust yourself to say anything.
>Besides, it would be a lie if you said it didn't feel divine.
>Giving into his assault, you squeeze up against him.
>You can almost hear his smile through his thumping heart.
>He's switched things up now, playing with your ears, running his fingers down your cheek.
>He stops however, feeling wetness.
>The human jolts upright, nimble fingers and warm covers going with him.


>"The fuck Rares, what's wrong?"
>Why did it have to be like this?
>You were going to tell him.
>Just one more night of passionate snuggling.
>That's all you wanted.
>He sits up and crosses his legs, making a nice little nest to pull you into.
>"Come on Rares, say something. This isn't like you," he mutters softly, worriedly, as he cradles you like a foal.
>You try to speak but it comes out as a whimper, causing him to hold you tighter.
>"Tell me so I can make it better, okay?"
>You wiggle against him in protest, the dam of built up sobs broken.
>He doesn't push further, content with rocking you back and forth in his lap as you cry into his chest.
>In the pit of your mind you know this is only making it worse, but you can't bring yourself to stop.
>Even if you did have bits, he wouldn't want to stay with such a weak mare.
>He’s probably disgusted with you.
>Trying one last time, you stop and give him one last squeeze before looking up at him.
>He looks...


>Worried?
>That can't be right.
>"I think I know what's been going on."
>You flinch.
>Here it comes.
>"Are one of those stallion clients giving you a hard time? I'll kick him in the dick."
>You can't help but let a chuckle escape you.
>Still you can't bring yourself to say anything, so you settle for a shake of your head.
>He hums thoughtfully.
>"Is it one of those friendship problems?"
>...Close. With a snuffle, you nod into his chest
>"Aha! Let's see here." He rocks back in forth in thought, for what seems like ages.
>"Is it me."
>Your blood runs ice cold, and you push yourself away from him.
>"I'm sorry Rares. I know Dorkle has been pushing me to make more friends but, I mean, if I knew it was getting to you like thi-"
"No." you say firmly, "Not that."


"It's... We need to have a serious discussion."
>His warm smile twists into horror.
>"Ohh," he says, voice cracking. "That kind of friendship problem."
>There's an awkward pause as the both of you try to figure out what to say first.
>You both start at the same time, interrupting each other.
>The both of you chuckle at the awkwardness.
"Stallions first, darling." you finally manage.
>He nods.
>"Look Rares. If I'm doing something wrong, you'd tell me... right? I know I'm not a pony, but I'm really trying to learn the ins and outs of pony courtship."
>You shake your head again.
"No, darling. It's not you."
>His frown deepens as you go silent again.
>"Rare, please talk to me."
>This is it Rarity, just throw it out there.
"I'm having financial problems. I have been for a while a-and I don't think I can support us any longer."
>There's another awkward pause as his eyes widen at the realization.


>The puzzle pieces collected over the last few months all finally coming together in his head.
>And there's the anger.
>"Fuck, Rares" he says getting out of the bed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
>Your hooves try to follow him, seeking out thier usual spot around his torso to no avail.
>With the absence of human warmth, you curl down, tail clenched to your back.
"I-I'm sorry Darling. I wanted you to stay and I thought we could make it work- And. A-and."
>You cut yourself off with another snuffle as the tears come flooding back.
>Come on, keep going.
"I didn't want you to get angry and leave me." you finish, a little too loudly.
>You look back up to him, his expression hasn't changed.
>This is it. You've royally messed things up now, Rarity.
>"Rare, what the fuck." he says, voice laden with betrayal.
>"I'm pissed, yeah. Because you didn't tell me sooner. And I'm pissed that you'd think I'd do something so God damn petty."
"But-" You start, standing up on trembling hooves.
>He raises a finger, cutting you off.
>"Sit the fuck down." he barks.
>You do so, without skipping a beat.
>"Here's what we're going to do."


>...We?
>"I'm going to work for AJ again, on top of doing the deliveries for the boutique."
>Your ears pin back.
"Darling, that's unacceptable. As long as you're under my roof, you will not-"
>"Tough shit. And you, are going to be more honest with me from now on." His features scrunch further into a mix of anger and disgust. "And stop buying flowers and shit for me. I can't eat them and Equestrian chocolate tastes like horse asshole."
>You wince at that.
>"I'm serious Rares, if you don't watch that spending, I'm going to start handling finances here too."
>You glare in defiance, but settle for a nod.
>This human can give stallion mules a run for their money when his mind is set.
>With that done, you feel his hand under your chin, and lips pressed against your muzzle.
>The prospect of ponies finding out you're making your stallion undergo hard labor, is horrifying... but you think this can work.