Sophistication and Betrayal

by Drefsab

First published 23rd of February, 2012

2nd person waifu-romance nonsense with Rarity, with an emphasis on story. (Complete)

Rarity's life has been pretty good lately: Her business is booming, her friends are finding success of their own, and, best of all, she's found someone to share her life with. Someone from a completely unexpected place.
But when an old friend from her past returns, she finds her very way of life threatened by a jealous mare who refuses to let old grudges die.

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[2nd person audience-insert x Rarity (now complete)]

Chapter One: Old Friends

The relentless swaying wasn't helping in the least. As is, you could barely keep your chow down as the Destroyer pitched and bobbed in the increasingly rough seas of the Atlantic. What the hell were you doing on a damn Navy boat? You distinctly remember signing up with the Army to avoid being on a ship. Figures you'd end up in the one job that planted your ass in the middle of the ocean.

Currently, you hear a count-down as the ship's on-board comm system announces the seconds until the first test. Little red numbers furiously tick away on a panel in front of you as the crew rushes about in a practiced frenzy.

“Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...”

Idly, you wonder if the Rangers took on that new pitcher. What was his name...?

“Four...Three...Two...”

With a deafening screech, the steel bulkheads in front of you are wrenched in half by a wall of energy. The closest person to you is literally vaporized, his body becoming a super-heated cloud of steam and ash. Your skin burns from the exposure for a split second before you're dragged into the cold, churning seas by the shredded hulk of your ship. You yell out in shock as the icy water surrounds your body, fills your lungs. Panic sets in as you watch the light of the surface grow more distant, bright pulses of energy creating waves that batter the still-floating portion of the destroyer.

Pain shoots up your right leg as you try to yank it free of a jagged piece of metal. Every fiber of your being is screaming for air, your mind able to focus on nothing else; it feels like your brain is going to burst through your skull as the darkening surface wracks your entire body with pressure.

Darkness narrows your vision down, slowly, to pinpoints of light. No sounds except the pounding of your own pulse meet your ears. Distantly, you notice your body start to tingle, an almost electrical shock, as the twisted metal that's dragging you down glows an otherworldly purple. Your body starts to shut down and you feel a final jolt of energy surge through your dying body.

And then...
…
…
...nothing.

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You awaken with a gasp and feel yourself reach for the non-existent surface as your mind struggles to fight off the reoccurring dream, sending the blankets and sheets flying off your body. Your pulse is racing in your temples as you take a moment to process your surroundings.

The dark room comes into focus as you sit up and put your hands against your forehead, a light, cool breeze drying the beads of sweat on your body. The hammer-beats of your racing heart slowly even out, and only then do you notice that your arm is being tightly grasped by a pair of soft hooves, accompanied by a very worried-sounding female voice. She shakes you more roughly this time to try and get your attention, her voice one step away from panic.

“Darling! Darling! Please, look at me! I'm right here!” She grasps your head in her hooves and turns you to face her, her deep blue eyes glistening with moisture. Your mind finally manages to make sense of where you are and what's happening, and you blink a few times before returning her look. The relief in her eyes is palpable. She rests her forehead against yours and lets out a half-sobbing breath, gently pulling back and letting her forelegs rest on your shoulders. There's a long moment of silence between you as she looks into your eyes.

“It was that dream again, wasn't it?” she asks you, wiping a tear from her eye. Less of a dream than a memory, really. One of the many that have been replaying in your mind every so often for the last year. You nod to her and look down at the sheets, offering a simple “yeah”.

“You haven't had one like that in a long time. You worried me half to death! You were yelling in your sleep,” she tries to speak as rapidly as possible as the scene comes to focus, “and I tried to wake you, but you just wouldn't come out of it and-and-and I couldn't get you to listen to me and when I saw you flailing about I thought something terrible was happening and I--”

You cut her off before she can worry herself to death, wrapping your arms around her and pressing your lips against hers as she inhales deeply, her body slowly relaxing as she closes her eyes and returns the kiss. You let the moment linger for a few seconds before pulling back, your hands softly grasping her sides, your fingers playing against her silky white coat.

“I'm sorry, darling. I was just...worried. Usually I can wake you up from it, but...oh, what am I saying? Are you alright?”

“I'm fine, babe,” you reply as she wraps her forelegs around your waist, “you know how it goes...some days are worse than others.” You offer her a warm smile and gently place a hand against her cheek. “Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you.” She closes her eyes and presses her cheek into your palm. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the formerly well-kept sheets and blankets hanging off your side of the bed. “Probably be messing up my own bed instead of yours” you say with a soft laugh. You're relieved to hear her return it as her own smile comes over her face.

“Oh, dear, some messy sheets and blankets are the least of my worries.” You raise an eyebrow at her and she looks off to one side. “Well...usually. I simply can't condone an unkempt bed! You understand.”

You embrace each other again, the gentle moonlight from an open window playing off the large curls of her vibrantly purple mane. They have a natural bounce and shape to them, even if strands of it are sticking out here and there. Even when she's just awakened, she's beautiful. She looks up at you with her azure eyes and smiles.

“Would you like me to get you some herbal tea, darling? It always does me some good when I'm having difficulty sleeping. Add a little bit of honey and lemon, maybe?”

As tired as you are, you figure it couldn't hurt, and you've come to learn that the sophisticated mare's taste in tea is second to none. You didn't even like tea before you got here.

“That would be great, thank you” you tell her, planting a kiss on her horn. She squeezes herself against your chest and makes her way out of the bed, landing on the carpet with a soft thump. You watch her saunter off with that little sway to her hips she does oh-so-well, her curled tail bobbing up and down with her movements, soft hoof-falls becoming louder as she steps out onto the hardwood floor of the hallway.

Alone with your thoughts, you let out a deep breath and gaze out the window at the beauty of Luna's night. You were always a night person, and knowing that there's someone –or rather, somepony-- in charge of the nights in Equestria adds a certain majesty to it. You make yourself a mental note to write Princess Luna a letter one of these days. If it weren't for her nights, you might never have ended up with Rarity.

You swing your legs off the side of the bed, standing and stretching loudly, scratching an itch on your side. A stack of your boxers, neatly folded, sits on the dresser next to the bed. Rarity must have done it while you were sleeping; you passed out earlier than usual last night, exhausted from a long day of work.

Slowly, you make your way to the bathroom and splash some water on your face to help you wake up, looking into the mirror she had specially set up to accommodate your height. You haven't shaved in a few days and the stubble on your face is starting to get itchy...back in the Army, that would have never flown, you remind yourself. Oh, sure, for a few months you shaved every morning (when you could find a razor), but lately you've decided that it's not such a big deal. Besides, Rarity thinks it makes you look...rugged. “As long as you're clean-shaven for social events, dear”, you say to yourself in your best impression of her refined voice.

You run a hand through your short hair and make your way back the bedroom and out to the hallway, absently noticing that you're not wearing anything, but not really caring. Ponies are naked most of the time, anyway. In fact, you had to convince Rarity to actually make you some clothes once your old fatigues were worn out. You're pretty sure this is the only place you've ever been where you could walk around nude all day and no one would notice anything out of the ordinary. Still, you feel...weird...about not having clothes on, except around her, of course. So your jeans and t-shirt accompany you wherever you go. No coat for warmth and all that, you had to explain.

You quietly make your way down the long hallway of the Carousel Boutique, the hardwood floor cold against your bare feet, as you pass by Rarity's deliberately messy work room, the spare bathroom, and the room Sweetie Belle stays in when she's visiting. It's empty tonight, you note as you walk by. Already you can smell lemon and an herbal aroma, almost like a mix of spices and flowers, as it wafts in from the kitchen. You stop at the end of the hallway where it spans out to the main living area, leaning up against the corner and listening to Rarity hum a tune you're not familiar with, the soft chiming of her magic breaking in every so often. Taking a few more steps, you hear the water gently bubbling in the teapot, and the aroma of the hot tea is all around you. In the corner, several ponnequins sit in various poses on their poles, adorned by multi-colored dresses of every style and fabric imaginable.

You quietly walk into the kitchen area, hoping for the slim chance of taking her by surprise, only to notice one of Rarity's ears swivel toward you. She keeps humming for a few seconds before saying “You should know by now that my hearing is far too keen for that, darling” and returning back to her tune. You smile to her back and let out a short laugh. Of course it is. Except for every other time you've managed to sneak up on her and wrap her in a hug. You tell her as much.

“Yes, well...I-I let you do that. On purpose.” Uh-huh.

She finishes her song as she pours a cup of the hot liquid for each of you, levitating the fine drinking wares in a field of faint, blue magic and setting them on small saucers. Steam rises off the top as you take the saucer from the air and lift the cup to your mouth. As you take a sip, the intoxicating aromas of the drink fill your lungs and warms your mouth and throat.

A little too warm. In your haste to enjoy the drink, you've completely forgotten that it was just boiling a few seconds ago, and you immediately yank the cup away from your mouth as you take rapid, sucking breaths to try and cool the burning. Well, that was classy.

“Oh, oh dear”, Rarity says between bursts of caring laughter, “Are you—are you alright? Really now, I didn't think I'd have to warn you that hot tea was, well, hot.” You place the tea cup and saucer down on the counter and fill a glass with a bit of cold water, sloshing it around your mouth to help cool it. She watches you out of the corner of her eye as she takes a dainty sip of her own cup, obviously trying to fight back a smile.

“Come now, darling. Let's just go sit down and enjoy a nice cup of tea without you giving yourself third degree burns, hmm?” You flush red and she laughs again, floating your cups in the air between you. “Oh! How about the balcony? It's ever so nice of a night out.” You agree and follow alongside her, stepping over to the second floor balcony doors before her, and hold them open as she trots out.

“My, my, such a gentleman.” she says with a look of approval. Stepping out onto the balcony behind her, you're hit by the air of a pleasant, every-so-slightly cool night. Even after a year and a half in Equestria, you're still struck by how amazing the night sky is. There's more stars than you ever saw back home, and the Milky Way –Is it even called the Milky Way here?-- is easily twice as magnificent and bright as you can ever recall seeing. Oddly enough, the constellations seem to match almost exactly like they did back home. Some of Twilight's theories float about in your head, something about dimensional rifts or multi-reality shifts or some-such. You shake the idle thoughts from your head and look back at the white unicorn you've so completely fallen for.

Rarity sets the cups of tea down on a small table next to her favorite red couch (the same one you've seen her dramatically fall onto when she's in one of her moods), and you see her step up onto it and invite you over by patting her hoof on the cushion next to her. You do so, and she floats your cup back over to you.

“Now, let's try this again, shall we?” she muses with a wry smile, lifting her tea cup in a magical field and daintily sipping from it. You return the favor by blowing into the cup almost hard enough to blow the liquid right over the top, making dramatic inhaling and blowing noises, then noisily slurp the drink. She rolls her blue eyes and comments “such a brute.” You take a few more sips, each time a new flavor washing over your tongue. You have to give her credit, she knows her tea.

"Not bad, baby. Not bad at all."

"Why thank you, darling. I picked these packets up from this lovely place not far from here. Down by Sugarcube Corner. You know the place."

You sip your drinks in silence for a few moments, placing your free arm around her shoulders. Between the warm tea and the cool breeze, you find yourself becoming very relaxed. More so than you'd have thought you would be after waking up in a cold sweat. At least the memories have been less frequent as of late.

"Would you mind if I ask you a question, darling?" Rarity asks you as you take another drink.

"Of course not, hon. What's on your mind?"

"Forgive me if it sounds like a ridiculous thing to ask, but do you ever regret coming to Equestria? I realize you must miss your family terribly."

You let out a deep breath and scratch your stubbly chin, trying to figure out what to say.

"Well...I do miss my family, yeah. Of course I do. My mom in particular. She raised me and my siblings all by herself. The things she's gone through to make sure we were always safe and happy are just insane. So much drama from her ex husband, all that kind of stuff. So...yeah, I do miss my family."

"I'm truly sorry that you've had to go through such an ordeal, dear. Truly, I am. If I were suddenly deposited in some strange place, I would feel the same way."

"Thanks, baby. I'm just doing what I can. But to answer your question -- do I regret ending up in Equestria? Not in the least. If I wasn't here right now, I honestly don't know what I would be doing. My service with the Army would have come to an end by now...I suppose I could have re-enlisted, but I dunno. I think three years has been enough. All I ever did before I signed up was work one shitty job after another. Never happy with it."

You cradle your cup in your hands, idly rubbing the handle with your thumb as you consider your situation.

"When I was initially dropped here, on the brink of death...yeah, I wanted to get the hell away from here. Still did for quite some time. As the months passed, though, and I realized that I very likely would be spending the rest of my life here, I grew more used to the idea of trying to start over. Make a new life for myself, you know? That's why I started dating you, that's why I took this construction job. I realized that I could either sit around and mope for who knows how long, or I could try and make something of myself."

You finish the last of your tea and set the cup on a small night stand next to the couch.

"Besides -- it's been a long time now. My family will have moved on, continued with their lives. I've already been buried. Imagine if I just showed up all of a sudden! And even if I did manage to get back somehow, no one would believe my story. Not a single god damned person. They'd probably lock me up in a padded room for the rest of my life."

Rarity leans against your shoulder and places a comforting foreleg over your chest.

"I can't claim to know what you've gone through, darling, but for what it's worth I'm glad you're here with me. My own life has changed dramatically with you around. Not to the extent yours has, of course -- I couldn't begin to imagine such a thing -- but I do believe you've made me a better mare."

"And you've definitely made me a better man, honey. No doubt about that. I mean, before I knew you, I couldn't find a lasting relationship to save my life. Guess it's a good thing none of those lasted too long, huh? Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here with you right now."

Rarity sets her cup down next to yours and straddles your lap, putting her forelegs over your shoulders with a warm smile. Her long, curly tail plays against your leg as she looks at you with those comforting, blue eyes you love so much.

"You make me happier than I can ever put into words, darling. Just knowing that I'm able to wake up next to you every morning, that you're always there if I need you, that after a hard day of work I can feel your embrace...it's something that I can't imagine ever living without again. You've become the greatest thing to happen in my life, without a shadow of a doubt. I hope to never lose that feeling, darling. Never."

"As long as I'm here, you won't," you reassure her. "I promise."

You place a hand against the back of her head and run your fingers through her long, soft mane before pulling her in for a loving kiss. Lingering flavors of orange and spices from the tea play over your lips as you kiss her, and she moans softly with approval as you pull her chest against yours and slip your tongue into her mouth. Her soft coat and skin feels wonderful against your bare skin, especially with the slight nip to the air.

"Darling...if we continue...mmmmnn..." she says between gasps as you kiss down her neck, "we might...be seen."

"I'm okay with that," you reply with a smile. She pulls back with a look of concern.

"What if somepony sees us? Why, the entirety of Ponyville could believe us to be some sort of...exhibitionists!"

You place a finger against her lips and tell her, "Don't worry, baby. Half of Ponyville is asleep by nine anyway. I doubt there's gonna be many ponies out to see us at two in the morning. Besides," you slip a hand between her legs and teasingly brush it against her, "I think it could be kinda fun to make love in the open air."

"You do have a way of convincing," she says with a soft laugh. "The threat of getting caught could be rather...stimulating. Hmmhmm." Her long, purple tail wraps around your forearm; something that she only does when she's properly in the mood for intimacy. You can't help but smile at it.

"Very well, then. Let's put this couch to good use, darling."

"I fully intend to, baby. You may wanna brace yourself."

You have to get up for work in four hours.

And you couldn't care less.

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The alarm goes off far too early. Cursing to yourself, you blindly grope around the nightstand until you find the alarm clock, hitting the switch with all of the strength your tired mind and body can muster. Between the few hours of sleep you got before your nightmare, and the “quality time” you spent with Rarity for the better part of an hour, it feels like you're running on adrenalin alone. You groggily swing your legs over the side of the bed, noting that Rarity is already up and about. She always was a morning girl.

With a big yawn and a full-body stretch, you step into the bathroom for a quick shower. Your work clothes are already sitting on the counter next to the sink, neatly folded as always. A small piece of paper, folded in half to stand up, rests against the heavy work jeans and white t-shirt.

“Have a wonderful day, darling.” you read out loud, a smile crossing your face despite the haze of a sleepless night. She's always doing little things like that, and you love her even more for it.

Your mind jumps back to your work clothes, souring your mood a little as you remember what Pipe Wrench told everyone yesterday: heavy work load day today, and a few of the unicorn contractors have business in Manehattan, so that means more heavy lifting for the rest of you. Great.

A quick shower to get yourself clean --being careful to avoid using Rarity's supplies, for your own good-- and you're feeling a little better; more awake, more alert. Time to earn your pay.

Rarity is already downstairs, busily moving around mannequins and organizing fabrics, her cash register placed on the counter near the entrance to the fitting room. She's fussing to herself over the details, levitating bolts of cloth and silk in mid-air, shifting them around, and putting them back just as she picked them up. You brace yourself, knowing that her mood is essentially a coin-flip between “busy but happy” and “on the precipice of mass-murder by sewing needle” when she's like this.

“Hey...good morning, babe!” you say hopefully, inwardly bracing yourself for a verbal assault. To your relief, she turns around and smiles at you, her orange-framed work glasses sitting on her nose, contrasting nicely against her powder-blue eyeshadow. One of these nights you need to ask her to keep the glasses on...

“Oh! Good morning, dear. I do apologize if I woke you, it's been somewhat of a frantic morning.” She floats a pair of dressmaker's scissors into a drawer while she talks to you, glancing at them only briefly. “Would you believe I've had three additional orders for Gala dresses just this morning? Not to mention a tux for that tennis-playing stallion. You know the one, with the mustache and beard combination?” She gestures around her neck and chin for emphasis. You have a vague idea of who she's talking about, but the name eludes you. “Nevermind. Not really important for you to know, I suppose. But! Enough about me and my worries, how are you doing this morning?”

“Tired, if I'm honest. Feels like it's gonna be one of those days at work, you know?” you reply earnestly. As if on cue, you're overcome by a yawn, shaking your head to clear the fog. Rarity clicks her tongue and puts on an apologetic look, standing up her hind legs on a small box to get closer to your height. The foot-and-a-half height difference between ponies and humans still takes some getting used to.

“I'm terribly sorry, dear. I honestly was just going to make you some tea to help you get back to sleep last night, but one thing led to another and...well, you know the rest.”

“I think the lost sleep was worth it,” you reassure her with a warm laugh, “I certainly didn't have any problems falling asleep afterward.” She blushes in response and glances away.

“We were most certainly exhausted, weren't we? I swear, if I hadn't had to start preparing the shop early this morning, I would have slept for another twelve hours.” Yeah, you know the feeling.

“Well, I'm off after today," you offer with a smile, "so we've got the whole weekend to catch up on sleep...or lose more.” You step over to her and wrap your arms around her waist, now that she's eye-to-eye with you. She arches an eyebrow and returns the favor, holding you close to her in a loose hug.

“In that case, I'm going to need to close the store early,” that wonderful, scheming smile comes back, “wouldn't want anyone to disturb us, hmmm?” You'd have to agree. You lean in and give her a long, slow kiss, gently biting her bottom lip as you pull away. She loves when you do that. “Now it's going to be a long day for myself as well. Must you really tease me so before leaving? That's quite ungentlemanly of you, you know.”

“That just means it'll be worth the wait when I get back”

“I'm going to hold you to that, darling.” She kisses you again and steps back down, her hooves making a soft 'clop' sound as all four legs meet the floor. She adjusts her glasses with a sigh, already shifting back into her work mode. “I should mention that I made an adjustment to your tool belt. Those long nails, the, ah....oh, what are they called...”

“Annular nails?” you offer

“That's the one, thank you. Like I was saying, those annular nails kept poking holes through one of the pockets and of course that simply won't do, so I expanded the pocket with a bit of leather. Just a quick fix, but it should keep everything secure now.” She floats your tool belt over in a cloud of blue, ethereal magic, wrapping it around your waist and securing it in place. She may have done the same thing countless times before, but it's still impressive.

You thank her for the alteration and lean down to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Then, checking your belt for the appropriate tools and your pockets for your keys and coin pouch, you start heading off to work, looking at your still-functional LED watch on your wrist. Thankfully, the days here are 24 hours, so you can still rely on it for keeping the time, provided the Princesses stick to their schedule. You can still remember when you showed up to work with it for the first time, the stallions gathering around it like it was some amazing piece of far-off technology. Which, you suppose, it is. To you, it's the same fifteen dollar watch you've had since Basic Training.

There's still a good thirty minutes until you're supposed to arrive, and it's roughly a fifteen minute walk, so an early visit to Sugarcube Corner for some coffee couldn't hurt.

The morning is mostly clear with some scattered clouds. Brisk, but not cold. Pegasi zip by high overhead as you walk down the wide streets, a neon collection of figures hauling clumps of clouds or buckets of different liquids. The fact that there are ponies who control the weather itself still strikes you as odd. Though the same could be said for the pegasi you've talked to who, without fail, react with absolute shock when you tell them that all of the weather you've ever seen is subject to natural forces. Apparently that's something that's only reserved for the Everfree Forest.

The walk is uneventful, with various ponies nodding or waving a greeting as you pass by. Lily offers you a bouquet of flowers that you politely decline, but tell her you'll keep her in mind.

Most of the permanent residents of Ponyville have come to see you as just another person that they know, and you're generally talked to like any other pony would be. Minus the whole 'being a pony' part, that is. Still, every so often you'll see a new face –a visitor from another place, a pony who lives on the other side of the town and works odd hours, the like-- and they'll react with barely-concealed shock, unable to make out what you are. You try to wave to them and offer a greeting, which placates some of them, while others simply stare at you as you walk by. As much as you hate to admit it, that kind of hurts. Okay, yeah, you're a one-of-a-kind human being (literally), in a relationship with a well-known pony widely considered to be stunningly beautiful, who has been given sanctuary by royal decree, and you're technically part of the Exotic Creatures Act, but still, part of you wishes that everypony would just see you for your actions and your personality, rather than your odd looks.

Still, nothing you can really do about it. You shrug your shoulders and round the corner to the big, colorful business made to look like an oversized ginger bread house: Sugarcube Corner.

The little bell above the door rings when you step in. You're virtually assaulted by the menagerie of delicious smells, and you inhale deeply to take it all in. You weren't hungry before, but you sure as hell are now.

A few seconds pass before a shockingly pink pony with poofy, curly hair happily trots behind the counter, a tray of cinnamon buns in her mouth.

“Ohf! Isf hu! Hff a mrnf!”

Wait, what? She sets the tray down on a counter and smiles that huge, ecstatic smile that only Pinkie Pie can ever properly do.

“I said 'Oh! It's you! Just a minute!', silly! I guess I should have taken the tray out of my mouth first, but I was so busy with the cinnamon rolls and the crullers that I completely forgot that I was carrying anything in the first place! So...yeah, hi!” On pretty much anyone else, the level of excitement and joy that constantly radiated from Pinkie would drive you insane. Somehow, she makes it work. You honestly couldn't imagine her any other way now. Didn't she say she grew up on a rock farm? That doesn't make much sense...but then, it is Pinkie...

“Good morning, Pinkie,” you offer her a smile in return, which makes hers grow even larger, “just stopped by to grab some coffee. Something to eat, too, I guess.” The smell of some kind of bread baking is making your mouth water.

“Ooooh, good choice! I made the coffee just a little while ago, and it smells SOOOO good but Mrs. Cake says I shouldn't drink coffee because if I start drinking coffee then I have to drink like four or five cups and then I get all hyper and the last time that happened the donut machine ended up outside because I put in so much dough that it EXPLODED but it ended up okay because what's a little explosion, you know?” She giggled and snorted at that last bit.

“Erm...yeah. Totally.” Well....she's certainly energetic. You wonder what it'd be like to live around her all the time. You'd either be the happiest person in the entire world, or you'd try to end your own life with a frosting spatula. “Can you make that coffee with cre--”

“Cream and two sugars! Of course I will, you get the same thing almost every morning!”

Oh. Right.

“Hey, I know! How about a donut with your coffee! Or a scone! Scone?” She pronounces it 'Scone' the first time and 'Scon' the second. “Or maybe a cream cheese muffin! NO, wait! A caramel apple cinnamon roll!” You tell her a simple glazed donut will be just fine. “Okie dokie lokie! One cup of coffee with cream and two sugars and a glazed donut, coming right up!” She bounces around the corner –literally-- while you fish through your coin pouch for the proper amount of Bits. What you wouldn't give for a freakin' debit card...

Hanging up on the wall behind the counter, you notice a new picture: Mr. and Mrs. Cake, holding two newborn ponies. One looks like a pegasus, and the other is definitely a unicorn. But they're both Earth ponies...how in the world...

“Heeeeere's your coffee! And your glazed donut, of course, but I had to pick out THE VERY BEST ONE for you because you're Rarity's puppy-love and Rarity is so nice!” Pinkie's voice grabs your attention, thankfully freeing your mind from trying to figure out the virtual clusterfuck that must be Pony genetics.

“Thanks, Pinkie,” you reply, sliding her eight Bit coins, which she slides into a cash drawer. She gives you another big smile and waits for you to taste something, anticipating a job well done on her sugary creations. You try a bite of the donut first, and your eyes roll back as it hits your tongue. It's literally melting in your mouth. Pinkie definitely knows how to work the sweet tooth.

“Ohf my gofh” you say with a mouthful of sugary, soft goodness. She throws her arms up in cheer and lets out a satisfied “WOOHOO!” She certainly takes pride in her work. It's a good thing you don't work here, or you'd be four hundred pounds by the end of the month. How Pinkie stays so thin despite working around this stuff all day, you have no idea.

“Have you seen Rarity recently?” you ask her once you swallow your bite of donut. “I know you girls like to get together and do...whatever it is you do.” How incredibly eloquent.

“Of course, silly willy! I saw her just last night!” She replies enthusiastically. That's odd, you don't remember seeing Pinkie last night, and Rarity was with you the whole time. You ask if she's sure, curiosity piqued.

“Well, DUH! I mean, I would know Rarity anywhere! Yeah, it was like two in the morning and I'm usually sleeping at that time but I wasn't really tired because I had this really good idea for a party for Gummy's one-year-of-having-parties-party so I stepped outside to think a little better because thinking under a roof can be hard, you know?”

“...sure...” you answer, taking a sip of your coffee. Really good coffee. You're pretty sure Pinkie could give Starbucks a run for its money. Or maybe she could open the first Equestrian Starbucks and you could be CEO...hmmm...

You let out a startled yelp as you notice Pinkie suddenly looking over your shoulder. How does she do that?! She continues right on as if nothing happened.

“So I was outside and I happened to look up at the Carousel Boutique because I like the pretty colors on the outside of it and that's when I saw her! And you were right there with her giving her a hug that lasted a LONG TIME and I was like *GASP!* so I thought she might be sad but then I realized that she was probably happy about something because she kept saying 'YES!'”

You barely manage to keep yourself from spraying coffee out your nose, choking on a mouthful of it and coughing a few times. Oh, great. Someone, or rather, somepony, saw you and Rarity. And that pony was Pinkie. Crap. She doesn't seem to know what you were really doing, though. You wonder if she's somehow poking fun at you, or if she's just oblivious to sexual relationships. Probably the latter. Hopefully.

“Y-Yeah, she was just happy, Pinkie. Her business was doing good and....stuff. So, you know...yeah. Heheh.” You glance down and take another sip of coffee. Time to be headed off to work. You look up, and she's behind the counter again. What is she, a weeping angel?

“Oh, good! Because I'd hate for Rarity to be sad! Or you! Because even though you're a funny-looking human thingy, you're a nice person and you like coffee and sugar! And anypony who likes coffee and sugar is okay with me!” Yep, definitely oblivious.

“Well I gotta be headed off, Pinkie. Work and such. Thanks for the coffee and donut, they're amazing! And give my regards to the Cakes, would you? I'll tell Rarity you said hi!” You sounded a little too excited there. Pinkie Pie's spirit is contagious. There is no known cure.

“Alrighty, take care!” She waves to you with one final smile and joyfully bounces back to the kitchen.

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You finish the rest of the coffee and donut, tossing the empty cup and napkin into a garbage can just outside of your job site. Several ponies in hard hats and tool belts are already lifting support beams and hammering nails, a unicorn laborer hefting a section of roofing in a field of yellow magic. Two earth ponies spot you coming and wave you over, shouting friendly jabs in your direction.

“Hey-hey, if it ain't the best human I know!” a brown-coated pony with a stocky figure and short-cut silver mane yells out. A cutie mark of a house outline is visible just past his neon construction vest. Pipe Wrench.

“I'm the only human you know!” you shout back. Pipe Wrench waves his hoof dismissively.

“Eh, details. What happened, pumpkin? You take too long to fix your hair this mornin'?” He and the pony next to him laugh, bumping their hooves together.

“You know me,” you reply as you adjust your tool belt and close the gap, stopping against an unfinished plumbing line, “I always have to look good for you in the morning, honey.” You blow a mock kiss at the air.

“Shit, if you're the best I could get, I might as well just jump off the nearest cliff and end it!”

You stick your fist out and he bumps it with his hoof, laughing in that gruff voice you've come to know so well over the last year or so. Pipe Wrench was the first pony to offer you a job, which you gladly took. Paying off the ponies who took care of you when you first arrived in Equestria was first and foremost in your mind, especially Rarity. It was fortunate, then, that your previous life's job –engineering-- matched up decently with one of the construction crews based in the area. You weren't able to test structural integrity with computer simulations any more, but making basic housing and business offices was simple enough. Your height advantage gave you a good start, as well, since you could reach places the earth ponies couldn't, or move things too heavy for pegasi. Unicorns could still show you up, but they seemed to be decidedly rare in the construction business, most of them preferring to stay away from manual labor in favor of more advanced careers.

Still, magic or not, you always got the job done, and it paid the bills (and your debts). The guys you worked with were a good bunch, and you try to join them once every couple weeks for drinks and dice games. Better yet, there was no god damned ocean in sight!

“How ya doin', buddy?” Pipe Wrench asks you as you don a specially-made hardhat, slapping your palm against it once to make sure it's snug.

“Not too bad, Pipe. You and Long Haul get started early?” you ask. The gray pony standing beside Pipe nods, his cream-colored mane sticking out from the sides of his hardhat.

“Yep. Reckon' we'll just about be finished with the plumbing and insulation today,” Long Haul explains as he chomps down on a slim piece of sugar cane, “Pegasi say it ain't scheduled to rain 'til later tonight, so we're good on the weather.”

“Well that's good, I've been dreading this all morning. At least we'll have the weather on our side. Not so excited about the huge number of floor boards we gotta put in, though.”

“Ain't that the damn truth” he replies with a nod. Somewhere behind you, a few ponies start shouting to each other. There's a loud thud and the shouting is joined by swears. Pipe Wrench sighs heavily, burying his face in a hoof.

“Come on, let's go fix their fuck-up before somepony gets killed and I have to spend the day explaining to his wife how he was a dumb-ass.” You take a deep breath and set your mind to the job ahead. Eight hours. Just gotta last eight hours, and you'll be back home with Rarity.

There's another loud crash, and you can hear Pipe Wrench laying into a poor pegasus who thought it would be wise to try and lift three lengths of steel pipe.

Eight hours...provided no one drops a bag of cement mix on your head.

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“'It ain't scheduled to rain 'til later tonight.' Well apparently, THE FREAKIN' PEGASUSES DIDN'T GET THAT PARTICULAR MEMO!”

Today has not been a good day. Not only did one of the guys drop his hammer into nearly-dry concrete from two stories up, meaning you had to completely re-set everything, but some purple earth pony is now lying in a hospital bed with a full-body cast after he let part of the roof collapse on his head!

To top it all off, Long Haul's weather prediction was about as spot-on as the mail-mare's sense of direction. At least she's always chipper. Long Haul's mood soured half-way through the day, and it slowly spread to the rest of you. By the end of your shift, you were soaking wet, hungry, and miserable. So, logically, the only thing to do was yell at the sky on your way home. So far, it's the best plan you've had all day. Oh, sure, a few ponies stop and stare at you as you trudge down the streets with your shoes squelching and your mouth muttering obscenities you're pretty sure ponies have no words for, but you don't really care right now. You just want to get home and not move a muscle the entire weekend.

Despite your gloom, your spirits lift a little as you round the corner and see the Carousel Boutique ahead of you. Almost there. You can take a nice, hot shower and get out of these sweaty, muddy, rain-soaked clothes. You can already hear Rarity indignantly complaining about you tracking in mud and water, and it brings the slightest hint of a smile to your face. She's so cute when she's mad. Still, you try to get as much of the muck off as possible when you get to the overhang, lifting your sopping shirt over your head and wringing it out, not bothering to put it back on.

You fumble for the proper key on your key ring, sliding it into the lock with a satisfying 'click'. A sign hanging from the door reads “Sorry, We're Closed”. Good. You don't really feel like seeing anyone else right now.

Stepping inside, you hear Rarity's voice...and another. A mare's. They don't sound too happy. Well, shit. So much for going right to the shower.

“Look, darling, I already told you, I am not interested! If you insist on undercutting me to the point of self-ruin, then by all means, be my guest! I will not lower my stan--” Rarity cuts herself off in mid-sentence as she hears you close the door, trying to be outwardly civil. “Oh, dear, you're home!”, she calls out around the corner, “I'm sorry, I must have forgotten what time it was. How was work?” You simply grunt and shrug your shoulders to no-one in particular, hanging your tool belt by the door.

“Well now, Rarity, your mystery man sure is the talkative one, isn't he?” The other mare trots around the corner, loud hoof-falls on the hardwood floor. Whoever she is, you're not really in the mood to do the meet-and-greet thing, but you're pretty sure it's about to be forced on you.

A young mare, probably Rarity's age or just past it, casually walks up to the counter and stops to look at you. She has a pale, creamy yellow coat and dark green eyes. Most striking, though, is a mane and tail of bright red, with a stripe of the the same creamy yellow running down them. Her horn barely pokes out from between her bouncy head of hair.

“You must be the charming boy-toy I've heard so much about.” She looks you up and down a few times, raising her eyebrows. “Rarity, babe, you never told me he did...manual labor. How quaint.” Oh, great, she's one of those ponies. You've seen her for five seconds and she's already rubbing you the wrong way. Her way of speaking reminds you of Rarity's; a certain refined, outwardly sophisticated accent, but with none of the charm or humility. Still, her voice has an edge of a sultry tone to it, a little lower-pitched than you'd have expected. As she turns you catch a glimpse of her cutie mark: a bolt of purple fabric.

Rarity joins the mare at the counter, stopping in mid-stride as she sees your rather pathetic-looking form, partially-dried mud and water clinging to you or sliding to the floor. She's all about good first impressions, and you're pretty sure that standing in the entrance way half-naked and miserable doesn't exactly fit the ideal.

“Oh...hello, darling,” she puts on a nervous smile and looks at you, her eyes trying to hide her surprise, “I do apologize for not introducing you two, I'm afraid it's been rather busy for the last twenty minutes or so. This is Cashmere, she's an old friend of mine.” She turns to the other mare and lifts a leg in your direction. “Cashmere, this is--”

“I know who you are,” she interrupts with a raised hoof. Rarity narrows her eyes behind Cashmere's back. Oh yeah, old friends. You're sure. “You're that...what is it? I'm afraid I'm terrible with remembering new species.” New species? So much for common courtesy.

“Human” you reply flatly.

“That's it, that human. Such an interesting story. Show up in Equestria, get saved by your dashing mistress, protected by a decree from the Princess herself...if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to show me up.” She dismissively gives you a short, humorless laugh.

“Yes...well, it's always so nice to meet new ponies, hmm? Or people, as it were.” Poor Rarity, she's trying her best to salvage the situation. She mouths an “I'm sorry” to you with an apologetic look. “Cashmere and I were just discussing business propositions.” She floats a set of flannel pajamas and a towel behind a dressing screen for you, which you gladly accept and walk over to. It'll do until you can get a shower.

“That's nice,” you say as you strip out of your clothes in privacy, “you two said you were friends, right? How far back does that go, if I can ask?”

“Six years, hon” Cashmere replies.

“Yes, would you believe her and I opened the Carousel Boutique together?” Rarity adds, sounding a little more hopeful now that you're feeling a bit more talkative. “We'd managed to get a loan to open a fashion store. We actually sold the products of other designers back then, if you can believe it. Our own talents in tailoring were...less than ideal, I'm afraid. Funny thing, you never stop learning about your true passion in life, even after you get your cutie mark.” It's hard for you to imagine Rarity as anything but a top-tier tailor, but stranger things have happened.

“It took us a while, but we started selling our own designs after a couple of years. Just Rarity and I, running the center of fashion in Ponyville. Eventually, anyway.” Your pants are slightly too tight. You'll have to mention it to Rarity when you can remember. “That's why I stopped by today, in fact.”

You finish toweling off the remainder of the water, now mostly clean, and walk bare-foot to the counter. “What, you wanna get back into business with Rarity?” you ask, genuinely curious. She does the same humorless laugh. It's irritating to hear.

“No, no, babe. It was fun while it lasted but we've both moved on. No, I offered to buy out the Carousel Boutique.” She what? “See, I run a similar business up in Manehattan, and an outlet in Ponyville would be great for business, as I'm sure you can imagine. So, being the considerate woman that I am, I offered to buy Rarity's business and keep her on as my vice president. I'd do nothing less for the gorgeous mare who helped me earn my way to the top.”

You rub your chin as you process what Cashmere just told you. Not much of an offer, considering how business has been booming lately. You're pretty sure you know the answer Rarity gave her, but you ask her anyway.

“Of course not, darling! To think that I would even begin to entertain the notion is ridiculous. I'm afraid Cashmere here isn't content to leave it at that, however.” Yep, pretty much what you expected.

“Rarity, darling, babe, you're far too stubborn. You need to relax a little.” Cashmere runs a hoof down Rarity's shoulder. “Come on, there's no need to fight. I'd rather make love than make war.” She sure is comfortable with being all touchy-feely on your girl. You're not sure what to think of it. Rarity never had a mare-friend that you can recall her mentioning...

“Like I was telling Rarity here, it's really quite simple. She can either sell the business to me, and I can offer her a job below me,” she smiles a smug grin that just drips with sleaze, “Or, I can open up a place right across the street. One of my stores, with cheaper prices. And, might I say, far less tacky clothing. Then we let the fine citizens of Ponyville decide who deserves their business. Isn't that right, Rares?” You can almost hear something in Rarity's mind snap when Cashmere tells you. Or it could have been thunder. Hard to tell.

“And like I said, Cash, I am not interested in selling! If you must start some sort of pointless...price war,” she spits the words out like they tasted foul in her mouth, “then I'm afraid you'll have nowhere to go but down. I shall not stand idly whilst your knock-off business tries to cheat me! Honestly, Cashmere, I expected better from you.”

Cashmere utters a single, bitter laugh as she starts rounding the counter. “Well, if I must go down, babe, then I'll be glad it's you I'm going down on.” Her tail brushes Rarity's face as she walks by. Is...is this hot? You can't really be sure. Your mind is sending you ridiculously mixed signals. Rarity's mind seems to be much more clear, though. She's nearly shooting steam from her ears.

“You...that's not what I meant, you immoral, improper, impossible—”

“Now, now, Rarity. Save your passions for your boy-toy, hmm? He looks like he could use a little pity sex.” Hey! “It was nice meeting you, boy-toy. Maybe I'll see you around some time.” She flicks her tail from side to side as she walks by you, glancing over her shoulder.

“He most certainly will not! I must ask you to leave at once, you've caused quite enough drama for another six years!” Rarity follows right behind her, using her head to push Cashmere through the doorway.

“I was already on my way out, but thanks for escorting me. Such a brave thing you are, babe. Don't hesitate to write me, I think you'll find that I'm quite forgiving...maybe I can show you just how forgiving.” Her hair falls in front of her right eye as her horn shimmers with a faint field of green magic, grabbing an umbrella in the doorway that opens and hovers just above her body.

“Just. Go!” Rarity's horn flares a bright blue, picking Cashmere up and tossing her out from the overhang and into the rain. Cashmere catches herself in mid-air and gently sets down on the watery street. She gives you both a final, sly smile and blows a kiss before trotting off. You and Rarity watch her for a few seconds until she's out of sight. Well, at least that's ove--WHOA!

You feel yourself being lifted from the ground and floated through the doorway, a blue field of energy slamming the door shut behind you. Rarity is already half way into the dressing room, not even needing to look at you as you're floated through the air. She lets out a fed-up “Ugh!” It's been a long time since she's done something like this, and the last time she did so, it was under much happier circumstances. She can't levitate an object as heavy as you on your own, but she can levitate clothing fabric that contains something heavy, to a degree. The same fabric that's straining against your body right this very moment.

“Hey, babe, I-I could have just walked back in, you kn--”

“Can you BELIEVE the NERVE of that woman?!” She ignores you as she throws your dirty, soaked clothes into a hamper in the corner. They hit the bottom with a wet 'smack'. “Honestly, you'd think that somepony would at least have the Goddess-damned courtesy of...of...saying hello before they try and rob you! After all I've done for that mare!”

You're quickly flung through the air and suddenly stop a few feet from her as she rips your pants down with her magic. Well, there's being forward, and then there's that. You're now levitating upside-down, hanging by your shirt, with your junk flapping in the breeze. Thank god no one's around to see you.

“Hmmph. Just as I suspected. Your pants are too tight. Minor alteration.” She sets you down on the floor as somewhat of an afterthought. You take a few seconds to pull yourself out of a knot and stand back up.

“You could have warned me that you were going to use me as a rag doll” you tell her as she floats a pair of shears over. Ummm, maybe not the best time to make jokes after all...

“And then she has the gall to flirt with my lover right in front of me! Like some sort of...two-toned tart!” She makes a small cut to your flannel pajama pants, a length of fabric flashing by and quickly integrating itself into a now-fitting waist band.

“Rarity. Come on.” You try to get her attention. She keeps muttering to herself as she slides the pants back onto your body. “Just listen to me for a second, would you? I know you're feeling stressed.” Organizing drawers open and shut as she furiously shuffles things around. “Rarity! You're being ridiculous!” She drops everything she's levitating and turns to you.

“Oh, I'm being ridiculous! Meanwhile, you're seemingly content to just stand there and let that insufferable woman insult not just my business, but the love of my life?! If not me, then at least stand up for yourself!” Ouch.

“I don't even know that woman! How am I supposed to jump in the middle of an argument I know nothing about?!” you reply, the volume of your voice involuntarily increasingly a little. She's gonna drag YOU into this nonsense now?

“What, you didn't think for even an instant that I might want someone backing me up on my decision?” She stomps her hoof for emphasis.

“I didn't think it was something that needed to be said! I've always been right here for you when you needed it! When have I ever said 'Oh, your decision is wrong and you're terrible for it'? Can you think of even a single time I wasn't supportive of you?!” You gesture wildly as you argue your case, your mind going into a tunnel vision effect on the insinuations against your very status as a protector and a supporter. “You know what? I had this big evening planned with you tonight” you take a step forward and point an accusing finger at her. “But instead, I get to come home after working my ass off for eight hours, in the pouring god damned rain for half of it, and get accused of being a failure for something I didn't do?! Forget it. Just forget it. I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed.”

Rarity is speechless, fuming silently as she struggles to find the words racing through her mind. She opens her mouth to speak a few times before finally saying something.

“I can not be held responsible for the tribulations at your job! And furthermore, it should not give you the right to fail to stand up for your love! And don't you talk to me like that!”

You're already half way up the stairs by the time she finishes, stomping up each step and swearing to yourself. She likes to talk about the nerve of others, but she's got some nerve acting that way! You guess you could have probably said something, yeah...but she's old enough to handle herself! And it's not okay for her to snap at you like that over something! She'd lecture you on tribulations, but she can't handle her own! Ridiculous! It's the pot calling the damn kettle black!

You tear your flannel top and bottom off and throw it into a corner, not caring where it lands. Steam from the shower starts filling the bathroom as you open the sliding glass door and step in, the hot water splashing against your chest and running down your body. You put your hands on your head and let out a loud sigh, letting the water spray against your head and clean the caked-on flecks of mud and grime from your face. No sounds except for the streaming water and the soft splash as it hits the floor. The first moment you've had to think in what feels like forever. Your mind is still spinning. It almost feels unreal. It's the first fight you've had in, well...ever. There's been minor issues here or there, but nothing like this. It feels wrong, like something has grabbed your heart and twisted it. Painfully. It hurts to even think about it.

You both said things you didn't mean. Hurtful things. It tears at you to think of what you said. She's probably feeling the same way...you think. Even if she is, the wounds are too fresh. You couldn't stand to look at each other right now. What you really need is her. And that's the last thing you're going to get. God damnit. You pound your fist into the wall and curse to yourself. You know every couple has these kinds of fights once in a while, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. What if the unthinkable happens? What if she leaves you over this? What if you leave her over this? Are you so sure she won't lash out like that again? You've never seen her do this, what if it's some side of her you don't know? She has her little temper, yeah, but it's always been harmless and over with quickly. Hell, you've come to find her little outbursts cute. She really is adorable when she's mad. Just not like this.

You notice the water turn lukewarm, shaking you out of your stupor. How long have you been standing here? You quickly soap up and wash your hair, rinse, and dry off. Everything just feels...distant. Rarity isn't in the bedroom, but you can hear her fussing around in her “inspiration” room.

An extra set of sheets and blankets sits in the hallway storage, and you grab them with a sigh, heading downstairs to pull out the living room's sofa into a sleeper. You quickly throw a sheet down, not bothering to tuck it in, then toss a large pillow on top of it, along with a couple of thin blankets. Unsatisfied with the bed, but too exhausted, in every form of the word, to really care, you reach up and switch off the solitary lamp. There's no light, just the diffuse glow from scattered street lamps and the occasional flash of lightning.

The rain continues battering away at the roof, a gentle, steady cacophony punctuated by rolling thunder, and the sound of your own breath. Slowly, begrudgingly, you drift off to sleep.

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Everything hurts. Your body feels numb, yet incredibly painful at the same time. There's something beneath you...grass. Dirt. You're on land. That means you might be alive. Your head swims as you open your eyes, the sun's bright glare making you vomit a pool of salty water, choking on the liquid as your lungs and stomach struggle to force it all out. You have no idea where you are. How you got here. But you do know that it feels like a good place for a nap. Just take a little nap right here and stay here. That sounds good...

A voice. Distant, feminine. She sounds horrified, shocked. It can wait...

More voices. Something is lifting you up, supporting your back. You strain to open your eyes but you can only wretch and vomit again. You're being carried, you can feel the bouncing of footsteps. Your hand falls to the side and brushes against something soft. Maybe hair. It's just...so soft. You fall back asleep, your fingers running through it. You're alive...

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It's still raining. You're not sure how much time has passed, but it couldn't have been long. You open your eyes just enough to see outside. It's still pitch-black out. Too tired to think. You reach your arm out to wrap it around her, like you've done so many times before, but she's not there. It hurts. You close your eyes and fall asleep again.

You feel something weigh the mattress down, hear the soft rustling of sheets. You're half-asleep as someone lays next to you. Soft curls of hair brush by your back and shoulder as you feel a head press itself against your shoulder blades. Short, silky hairs press against your body. Warm skin underneath it.

It's her.

You take a deep, choking breath as a multitude of emotions rush over you. A soft foreleg reaches around your chest, and you grasp it in your hand. She's sniffing back tears and you can feel her chest rapidly rise and fall against your back, wetness from tears as she buries her face in your shoulder. You stroke her arm with your hand and kiss it, holding it tight against your chest.

A few moments pass before you turn around to face her. She wraps her legs around you as your own arms cradle her body and head, your thumb brushing against her cheek. You wipe a tear from her eye and she kisses your hand. You're not sure what to say...maybe this is one of those times that nothing needs to be said at all.

She places her forehead against yours and you plant a soft kiss on her nose. You pull her into a tighter hug. Everything feels...right again. God, how could you both be so stupid? You just want to stay here with her, just like this, forever.

Long minutes pass. You're both content to listen to the rain and the thunder. Her head is pressed against your chest, listening to your breathing. She always says it makes her feel safe. You run your fingers through her long hair, flashing back briefly to your memory of doing the same, so long ago. Back then, you had no idea who she was. Now, you can't think of having anyone else beside you.

She kisses up your chest, your neck, your cheek, lifting herself up on one foreleg and placing another against the side of your head. You cradle her head and pull her up against you, looking into her eyes again. Hers say the same thing as yours: I'm sorry. You can both feel the weight lifting from your shoulders, the burden of terrible thoughts and emotions melting away.

You gently press your lips against hers in the most loving kiss you can. She returns your kiss and holds it, slowly pulling back only after several seconds. She inhales with a quick sniffle and the briefest of sobs, though this one is clearly a sob of relief and joy rather than sadness. You kiss her again, a little more forcefully this time, and she opens her mouth to meet your tongue. You feel a surge of sudden desire wash over you as she lifts her leg up and presses it against your thigh, moving with your body as one. She moans breathily when you kiss her neck, grinding her body against you, her breath coming out as short gasps and high-pitched sighs. Her forelegs go between the sheets and she grasps you between her hooves, running them up and down your entire length. It feels so good that you close your eyes and let out a deep groan, sliding your hand down her chest and between her legs, stroking her wet slit with your fingers. She moans a little louder and works her arms faster, prompting you to do the same.

Her breath is ragged, dripping with desire and relief. She spreads her legs and you grab your manhood from between her hooves, guiding yourself into her. A long, low moan escapes her lips as every inch glides into her warm, wet flesh. She wraps her legs around your thighs and pushes into you, biting your shoulder to try and stifle a yell. You pull her head into yours and kiss her passionately as you start thrusting into her, her cries of passion lost in your mouth. You lift her up and move her slightly so that you're on top of her, grabbing her legs to wrap them around your thighs so you can get as deep as possible. You start thrusting faster and harder, your breathing speeding up to match hers. One of your hands places itself on the cushions behind her head while the other reaches down to rub her most sensitive areas. She arches her back in response, gripping you tighter than ever. You can feel yourself starting to reach orgasm, a final rush of endorphins flowing through you as a wave of warmth. You can feel her walls pulsing and you know she's about to come as well. A final, determined bracing of your hand against the cushions, and you thrust into her as hard and as fast as possible. A massive release of pleasure rocks your body and your mouth hangs open with short, exhaling breaths. She buries her face in your shoulder as she lets out a high-pitched gasp, muffled against your skin, digging her hooves into your back as each clenching of her muscles sends ripples of ecstasy through her body.

You fall on top of her, both of you breathing harder than you can ever remember. The very last hints of your orgasms slowly subside, leaving you both exhausted. You look into those big, beautiful azure eyes of hers, and she kisses you softly as you roll onto your side. Whatever problems, whatever worries she has can wait. You'll do whatever it takes to keep her happy, so help you.

She places her forehead against your chest, and soon you both drift into the most restful sleep you've had in a very long time.

Chapter Two: Things Remembered

You try to open your eyes, but they feel heavy, like great weights are holding them closed. It's hard to tell, but you think your eyes are wrapped in bandaging. Maybe they noticed you vomiting when you tried to open them? Your body hurts in places you didn't know could hurt in the first place, your dry mouth tastes like seawater and vomit. Still, you're alive. At least, you think you're alive. It smells like disinfectant in here -- a hospital? How long have you been out? No, you were too far out at sea to be in a hospital already. Some sort of triage center set up for survivors, maybe in the sick bay of another ship. You can hear voices, nervous and excited, trying to keep their voices down.

Your skin feels dry, they must have removed your fatigues. It feels like you're wearing one of those paper gowns hospitals are so fond of, but it feels a little off, like they had to stick a few of them together. You're not so much wearing it as wrapped in it.

"...told Doctor Pulse that I found him on the edge of the Everfree Forest." That voice. It sounds so familiar. The same one you first heard after the incident. Petty Officer Parker? No, no, Parker was from Wisconsin with that Northern drawl. She wasn't even an Army girl. This sounds more...refined. Classy, even. It's not unpleasant. You hope she's your nurse. A hot nurse. With a garbage bag full of painkillers.

"I was just tracking down some Inkleaf flowers for fabric dye, you know the ones. I'd just put a few in my bags and then this...this...thing appeared out of mid-air! I swear, Twilight, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd have never believed such a thing!"

Twilight? That can't be a real name. Can it? These people don't want you to know who they are...

Oh shit.

You're a prisoner. You have to be. No, calm down, maybe they're just with, like, the CIA or something. They use code names, right? And the project was top secret, every single person was authorized to work on it by POTUS -- the President -- himself. They could simply be trying to learn what you saw, what happened. Or you could be a prisoner of some foreign country. Neither is particularly pleasant to think about.

"You did the right thing coming to us, Rarity. He's in pretty bad shape but the doctor says he'll make it. He, uh...he may be a little shocked when he wakes up, though." Definitely a prisoner. Damnit.

"We don't know if he's dangerous," a male voice, firm and decisive. He sounds like your old First Sergeant. "For the time being, he will be kept restrained, but comfortable, in that bed." Now you notice the straps around you wrists and ankles, you can feel the slight pressure against your skin.

"I've never had a case like this, ladies, you must understand. We don't even know what he is, much less if he's capable of speech." Capable of speech? Oh god, maybe the incident shredded your vocal cords. You try to speak, panicking for the sound of your own voice, but all you can manage is a rasping, wet cough. Okay, best to try that later, when you're not about to pass out from exertion.

"Dangerous? He didn't seem very dangerous when we found him. Though, honestly, I can't remember ever hearing about something like him. Or reading. I had Spike help me search the library, but the Species Arcanum turns up nothing. Neither does the Equestrian Zoology series." What in the hell are they talking about? That second voice, the one with the codename "Twilight". Ugh, she must really like those books. You're surprised she didn't try to include "Sparkling" in her name.

You mentally slap yourself for the lazy joke. It stopped being funny two years ago.

"Yes, he seemed more on the verge of death than hostility. If I woke up in some strange land, the last thing I'd want to do is be viewed as some sort of monster. Clearly he's not very dangerous."

"How can you be so sure, Rarity? We haven't even seen him wake up yet."

"Well, when we were carrying him on that stretcher -- which, might I add, is far too small for such a thing -- he...he touched my hair. I thought he may have been trying to grab me at first, but he never showed even the slightest hint of aggression. Perhaps he was just looking for comfort?" Oh, finally. Someone with a bit of sense around here. "Goodness, I'm starting to sound like Fluttershy. I've been spending far too many hours with her at the spa lately."

"I'm surprised you even let him do so without screaming for dear life..."

"It could have been far worse, darling. Fortunately, my impeccably-curled mane was no worse for the wear."

You hear someone sigh.

"Okay, hair issues aside, Doctor Pulse is right. I'm willing to give him -- I think it's a him, anyway -- the benefit of the doubt. BUT, he needs to stay in that bed for now. Having him up and about might cause undue injury in his condition. I should probably get Spike to send a letter to the Princess about this. She'll want to know for sure."

"In the mean time, ladies, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Visiting hours are coming to an end and we need to monitor him tonight." Well, so much for the hot nurse with the pez dispenser of Vicodin. "Don't worry, he's in good hooves. Nurse Candy Care will be on watch tonight if he needs anything." Candy Care? Good hoves? The hell is going on here? They're really committed to this whole 'codename' thing. Maybe they're trying to get you better before they interrogate you for information, or they could be trying to use you for bargaining purposes. For the time being there's not really anything you can do to try and free yourself, and even if you did break out of these restraints, you're obviously in no condition to mount an escape.

"Let us know if anything happens?"

"Of course, Miss Sparkle."

Sparkle. AUGH. The voice in your head is kicking and screaming "I KNEW IT!"

You hear loud footsteps as the two women leave the room. Probably combat boots. There must have been guards with them, there were a lot of footsteps. Hell, there's probably two guys with assault rifles staring at you right now. A couple of people walk towards you, their footsteps getting progressively louder.

"Son, I don't know if you can hear me, or indeed, if you can even understand me, but I want you to know that you're alright for now. Are you able to nod your head? Go ahead and do so if you can understand what I'm saying." You try to give a verbal response, but all that comes out is another wet cough. You manage to barely nod your head. Ouch. "Oh, so you can understand me, then? Good. That's good. Yes, I'm afraid your lungs took quite a beating. If it weren't for the anesthesia spell from Nurse Goodheart, you'd have probably coughed up a lung by now. Proverbially speaking, of course." Did he just say 'spell'? Weird people here.

"I'm afraid my tenure for the night is at an end, but Nurse Candy Care will be here shortly. I must apologize for the restraints, but they're just as much for your sake as for ours. Miss Sparkle and Miss Rarity seem to believe you're not a threat -- and while I trust their judgment, I can't take any chances. Do you understand?"

You nod your head again, slowly. Your temples start pounding against the sides of your head. No more nodding questions, please.

"Very good. I will be back in the late morning to check on your status. If you've been deemed safe, I will remove the restraints, along with as many of those bandages as I can. No doubt you have a lot of questions, as do we," oh yes, you'd almost forgotten about the interrogations, "but I assure you I will try to help you as much as I can. Solemn vow and what-not. Sleep well, your body needs to rest." The doctor and his escort finally leave. Guards are probably still there, though. Might as well try and do as the doctor suggested.

Your body doesn't need much convincing, and within minutes you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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For once, you're awake before she is. You feel surprisingly well-rested for getting just shy of seven hours of sleep, no doubt due to the gigantic weight that has been recently lifted from your shoulders. Everything feels right again.

A pot of coffee sits on the counter, the comforting, familiar smell filling your lungs as you pour a cup and find your favorite chair, your well-worn boxers brushing against the cushions.

At some point in the night, the rain finally stopped, leaving the ground damp and the air heavy. The scent of rain flows in from a large, open window on a cool breeze. Early-rising ponies are already up and about, pulling wagons full of goods and cursing the road conditions. A few buildings down, a group of foals are laughing and splashing in the leftover puddles. Somepony's mother is calling to them in an annoyed voice. You smile to yourself and lay back in the padded chair, your coffee cup cradled between your hands. Ponyville is such a peaceful, even serene, place compared to the noise and clutter of your old post. No echoing gunfire from the various firing ranges, no noisy-ass diesel trucks roaring down the road, no whining turbines as tanks roll past your less-than-comfortable living quarters.

Best of all, no chairs that were made in the 1960's. You hated those chairs with a passion, and your ass was plopped in one most of the day, every day. You should have been a Tanker. You always heard those tanks are pretty comfortable inside. Your mom would have worried herself sick, though. God knows she worried enough when you told her you were joining up to be an engineer.

Hard to believe it's been a year and a half since you were in your old life. Nearly two years since you've seen your dear mom when you were on leave. You've adjusted to life pretty well here, it could definitely be worse...but you miss home sometimes. How many times did you and her used to get coffee together and talk about your brother and sisters? How many times did you confide in her with a problem in your life? How many times did she offer you advice that only a mother could give? Too many to count. You've slowly come to accept that you will, in all likelihood, never see her again, but it doesn't make it any easier. Rarity's mom and dad, on the rare occasions that they visit, have always been nice enough to you, sure, but it's not the same. You hope she didn't grieve for too long when they never found you.

Your younger brother was shaping up to be a good man when you saw him last. He's probably become the man of the house by now, he always did right by your two younger sisters. He'll be graduating high school soon. Your sisters, well...one of them hopefully won't remember much about your disappearance, she was only five at the time. Her sister was older by a few years, so she probably understood why you weren't coming back home. As far as they all knew, you were dead, swallowed by the endless ocean on a deployment they could know nothing about, on a mission you were literally sworn to protect with your life. They'd never know the true story, but as long as they could move on, things would gradually return to normal.

"I miss you guys" you say into your cup before taking a sip. Heh...if they could only see you now. They would never believe it if you told them. Hell, if you ever did manage to get back home, you'd likely be thrown in the loony bin when you started telling everyone about how you were living with a race of sentient, magical and/or flying ponies, watched over by a charming pair of princess horses who controlled celestial bodies with their minds. Oh, and you were having sex with an upper-class unicorn who made dresses and was part of something called "The Elements of Harmony", who defeated evil monsters with the power of rainbows and friendship.

Yep, perfectly normal. Surely no one would even think of locking you away and shoving pills down your throat for the rest of your life! You don't believe it yourself, sometimes. Maybe you're just dreaming this whole thing, like some terrible cop-out at the end of a TV show. You don't think you are, though. Dreams never made you tea and sucked your--

"Good morning, darling" that lovely voice calls out to you, yawning softly. Quiet hoof-falls on the floor. You glance over your shoulder and offer her a smile, and she attempts to return it. She's obviously still groggy, only able to return a weak, but genuine, smile to you. A stray sunbeam strikes her face and she blinks several times, turning away from it and groaning in annoyance. She may be a morning pony, but she's a morning pony after she's gone through her routine. Sure enough, she turns on the stove and levitates a coffee pitcher over to the sink, filling it up with water and placing it on the burner. She stares at the pitcher for a few seconds, trying to wake up a little, and only then does she notice the smell of coffee. Sitting right next to her. Already made. You laugh to yourself, a little louder than you intended. She makes an unamused grunt and removes the pitcher, floating a mug over instead. You wish she'd turn around so you can see the look on her face.

"Just how long were you going to let me go about making a whole new pot?" she asks without turning. She drops a few spoonfuls of cream and sugar in the cup and swirls it around with a spoon.

"Oh, I don't know, as long as it amused me, I suppose." you reply, hiding a smile. She finally turns around, bumping her triple-diamond cutie mark against a corner, wobbling her cup in the air. If you didn't know any better, you'd bet she's trying to off you with adorableness. Hilarious, clumsy adorableness. You idly wonder if her friends ever see her like this. She sips her coffee and sighs deeply.

"I'm glad you can find entertainment in my...tired...ness...this early in the morning. Morning time. Right now." How eloquent!

"Coffee any good?" you ask as she walks over to you.

"It's sufficient."

"Sufficient?"

"...very well, it's good. Tastes good. Happy?"

"Quite."

She waves a hoof at you. "Scooch."

You sit up and make room on the large chair, just enough for her to sit down. She climbs up next to you and puts her back to your chest, letting her tail fall off to one side. It hangs loosely over an arm rest. You pull your mug closer, careful to avoid her horn as it glows with a faint blue aura. The last thing you want to do is dump hot coffee over her head. You remember the last time she spilled something in her mane...it wasn't pretty. She was in the bathroom for nearly two hours trying to get it perfect again. The memory elicits a slight laugh from you.

"Hmmm?" She questions you with a look.

"Oh, nothing. Just a funny thought is all."

"I see. You sure are chipper this morning, dear. Just don't push it" she remarks with a genuine smile of her own before turning back around and taking a drink. Your good mood is infectious, it seems. You blame Pinkie for that. You both sit quietly for a few minutes, enjoying each others' company and watching the sun rise over the peaks of the distant mountains.

Should you bring up last night's events? Obviously it was a big deal, something that you can't just pretend never happened. That kind of thing always leads to more trouble down the line. You want to discuss it without bringing up any lasting issues that may still linger...

"Guess I just slept really well." you finally add, working over what you were going to say in your head a few times. "Had, uh....had a lot on my mind last night. When I first went to bed, that is." You hold your mug in one hand and place your other on her shoulder. She reaches up and holds her foreleg against it "It kills me that it happened in the first place."

"You and I both, it seems." It all feels so distant now. Mercifully distant. "I like to fancy myself a proper lady, yet I was anything but proper last night. I should not have let my frustrations with somepony else cloud my judgment. So for that, I sincerely apologize, darling. You know I'm not one to lose my temper like that. At least, not seriously." You grab her hoof in your hand and kiss it, grasping it in your fingers and squeezing for a moment.

"Yeah...I'm sorry too, babe. I, uh, I don't have a lot of practice at this 'serious relationship' thing. Like I told you before, I've only ever had a few girlfriends, and none of those lasted long enough for something like this to actually test the strength of those relationships. Live and learn, right?" She nods thoughtfully. "I'm a pretty quiet guy, not much of a social butterfly."

"Which I continue to try and solve, might I add" she quips.

"Of course. So when something like this happens, I just...I don't know. I didn't know how to react. All I know is I reacted wrong, and I'm sorry." She turns around to face you once more, shifting her body a bit so that she's sitting sideways on your legs. "So...do we forgive each other?" you ask her. She reaches up and kisses you softly. You brush her hair over her ear and smile, running your hand over her cheek. "Is that a yes?" For emphasis, she kisses you again, a little harder, and smiles.

"...I'm still not entirely sure. Getting mixed signals here."

She lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes her head. "Men. I swear, if you had anything between your ears you'd be dangerous." She playfully hits your chest with her hoof and presses the side of her head against your shoulder. You grab her still-floating mug from the air and set it down beside the chair, keeping your own in your hand. Your free hand starts running through her mane, long, soft curls and flowing lengths of hair parting between your fingers. She smiles and closes her eyes, laughing softly. "My hair must look terrible. I can only imagine it just...sticking up everywhere. But right now...I don't really care." You laugh back and kiss her horn, then finish the last of your coffee, setting the mug next to hers.

"I love you, babe." you tell her. It feels good to say it again, with nothing between you.

"I love you too, darling." She kisses your shoulder and closes her eyes again.

Long, wonderful minutes pass. It's the kind of tender intimacy you couldn't imagine sharing with anyone else. Even though the sex is fun and her adventurous spirit surprises you every so often, it's these moments you love the most. Just sitting here, in a comfortable old recliner, being next to her. You wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Outside, the streets are beginning to get more populated. Miss Cheerilee is trotting to Ponyville's only elementary school, her saddle bags stuffed with graded papers and lesson plans. One of the Flower sisters is primping and preening her cart, arranging flowers of every color into beautiful (and, as you've learned before, expensive) bouquets.

"You remember when I bought you a bunch of flowers for the first time?" you ask Rarity, an immediate smile spreading across her face. "It was a few days after I started working, I think."

"Oh, oh my, yes!" she laughs. "I'd just returned from a trip and you were standing at the front door, bouquet in hand! Such a charmer."

"Yeah, and when I handed them to you, you ate some of them!" You both burst out laughing at the memory. "I can safely say that that reaction never even crossed my mind!"

"To be fair, darling, they were rather tasty. You should have seen the look on your face! I don't think I've ever seen you so surprised!"

To top it off, the next time you did something similar for her, you stuck a little note in: 'P.S: Please do not eat immediately'! She's laughing so hard she has to place a hoof against her side. It takes a few moments before you're both calm enough to speak.

"I should really be getting ready for the day, darling. We may be closed for the weekend, but one should always be prepared for guests and acquaintances. Not to mention the multitude of errands I need to run today. Let's see...I need to pick up some things at Fair Deal's market, order three rolls of blue silkweave," she tallies out loud, bobbing a hoof with each item, a way to list things without fingers, you suppose, "visit Applebloom to see how her leg is healing up, and, oh, I don't know...perhaps drop by Lace and Luxury?" She says the last one with a wry grin.

Lace and Luxury. Isn't that the shop down on Soresaddle Street? That would mean....oh. OH. That would be interesting. You've passed by the place a few times, but Rarity's always dismissed it. Or maybe she's been to it a few times to look around without your knowledge? You can't be sure. Either way, a place with the name "Lace and Luxury" has to sell some good stuff. You simply arch an eyebrow at her.

"I thought you might agree." she giggles. A refined giggle, of course. Oh yes, you definitely agree. "That's for later, however. For the time being, there are things which I simply must take care of today, and I'm sure you'd rather not be dragged along whilst I wander Ponyville and shop." Well, she's right on that one. Staring at rolls of fabric for two hours isn't exactly your idea of a good time. You'd still go if she asked you, of course.

"I thought so. It's alright, dear, I completely understand. Maybe you could see if the gentlecolts you work with aren't busy? Have a 'guys day', as you put it." That could work.

"Pretty sure they're off today, I think." you reply.

"Fabulous! I trust you'll control yourself, of course. Wouldn't want you stumbling around when we're going to be preoccupied tonight."

"I don't know, I'll have to weigh the two" you tease.

"Yes, ask me how much I believe that one." she replies with a less-than-convinced look. "Oh! I nearly forgot. I told Fluttershy we'd meet her for a late breakfast at Haute Cuisine's. Such a charming little establishment. Twilight took us there a few weeks ago and I thought it was simply delightful!" You weren't aware such plans were in place, though you couldn't really say no anyway. It is a pretty nice place, from the outside, anyway. You've never been there yourself. You just hope it isn't going to empty your coin pouch.

"I assure you, as an aficionado of the finer things in life, it will not make you a poor man. At least, not with a single visit." Fair enough.

"Now," she jumps down from the chair, landing on all four legs, "I will be in the little fillies' room if you need me, there is a brush with my name on it." With that, she trots off, humming to herself. You watch her as she does, paying special attention to her swaying hips. With a sigh, you grab the empty coffee cups and set them in the sink. She'll be in that bathroom for a good hour, at least.

Ever since last night, the incident with Cashmere has been playing in your mind. What was she hoping to accomplish? Surely she didn't actually think Rarity would sell the Boutique, did she? Why was she so...touchy-feely? What happened with them? You've come up with all sorts of theories in your head, but you want to hear it from Rarity herself. Maybe at breakfast. She might feel more comfortable with Fluttershy around.

You decide to pass the time by getting dressed and doing a little reading, a novel suggested by Twilight.

You wish they had TVs in Equestria.

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Haute Cuisine's turns out to be just as nice on the inside as you'd imagined. You've always thought of the place as a dinner destination, with dimly lit rooms and thirty-bit-per-glass wine, but it seems the exterior is open for breakfast, and you were getting pretty hungry by the time you left the Boutique. It could definitely be worse; Fluttershy has never been anything but kind and complimentary, and you look forward to seeing her again. Back when the three of you first met, a long time ago, Rarity told you that Fluttershy had been her best friend since before she even met Twilight, or any of the others. At least, met them formally. At first you didn't see how the shy, timid pegasus could have been the fussy unicorn's sole confidant, but it made sense once you thought about it. Fluttershy keeps Rarity's drama in check, and Rarity helps Fluttershy be a more assertive and straight-talking pony, without being boisterous like Dash. They match together well, and often spend time at Lotus and Aloe's spa doing...whatever it is mares do at the spa.

The restaurant is a popular spot, with ponies of every color and build waiting impatiently to get a seat. A few employees are busily running between tables or carrying out food on silver serving trays. Though you're easily a good foot taller than the tallest stallion here, no one gives you a second thought -- a sure sign that you've become just another member of the community, instead of a thing to be whispered and gossiped about. Good.

A tall, white earth pony with slicked-back, dark blue hair and a pencil-thin mustache is standing behind a podium, escorting people to their tables or telling them that they'll have to wait. You really hope Fluttershy made those reservations ahead of time, otherwise you're likely to be standing here for an hour.

"Yes? How I may help you, madame et monsieur?" A silver, covered serving platter adorns his flank and red bowtie-adorned white collar is around his neck.

"Good morning, sir." you reply with a nod of your head. "The lady and myself have reservations with a Miss Fluttershy. Do you know if she's arrived yet?" Rarity is practically beaming at your polite manner, her powder-blue eye shadow a sharp contrast to her black eyelashes. Part of her, you're sure, is just waiting for you to say something dumb so she can make fun of you for it.

"Hmmm..." the fancy pony lifts a cuffed hoof to his list. "Miss Fluttershy....ah, yes, here we are. My apologies, monsieur, I did not seat her myself. If you'll follow me, s'il vous plait."

You drop in behind the server, weaving through a crowded hallway that leads to the exterior seating. An orange unicorn telekinetically grabs a small quiche from a passing tray, only to have the waiter grab it out of the air without even turning his way.

"Please. If you're going to attempt to steal food, ruffian, then it would at least be wise to wait until I'm not staring at it, non?" The unicorn gives a weak "sorry" as you pass by. The waiter pony must deal with this sort of thing all the time.

The hallway opens up to an expansive seating area, bordered with an ornately decorated, white, wrought-iron fence that curves up at the tips. Strips of multi-colored flowers sit just outside of the fence, reds and blues and purples. It's all very nice, just as Rarity had said.

"I believe Miss Fluttershy is at the corner table," the waiter pony says in his thick accent, pointing a hoof, "please, sit wherever you like. Your waiter shall be along shortly to take your orders." He bows his head deeply. "Enjoy your meal, madame. Sir."

Fluttershy notices the two of you as the waiter (maitre d', rather) walks off. Her face is a mix of delight and nervousness, which is pretty much the same as you've seen her every other time. She'd certainly the most timid pony you've ever met, sometimes to the point of frustration. Back in your old life, people who were timid and nervous all the time grated on your nerves, and it's carried over to your new life in Equestria. To be fair, though, Fluttershy is so friendly and kind-hearted that you really can't bring yourself to stay annoyed. She's like...like a big plushy. You wonder if she'd make a squeaky-toy sound if you squeezed her too hard.

"Oh! Hello..." she hovers in the air for a moment to get your attention, a nervous smile crossing her face. Rarity's face lights up and she rushes over to wrap her friend in a hug.

"Fluttershy! It's so good to see you again, darling!" Rarity places a kiss on either cheek. "My word, it feels like it's been ages! You look wonderful!" She looks Fluttershy over once, peeking at her tail and mane. "And goodness me, your hair is impeccable! Aren't you just the most adorable thing!" Rarity squeezes her friend's cheeks between her hooves, poofing her face out as she squeals in delight.

"Um, thank you. It's very nice to see you, too, Rarity." The butter-yellow pegasus responds, a warm blush reddening her cheeks as a lock of pink hair falls in front of an eye. She looks over at you standing a few feet away, not wanting to intrude. "Hello again. It's good to see you as well." she says softly. "I wasn't really sure what kind of food you might like for breakfast, so I thought you might want to try something here. Um, you know, if you're okay with that. I'm sorry, I should have probably asked you first..."

You decide to step over and reassure her before she has a (likely adorable) nervous break-down.

"It's good to see you, too, Fluttershy." you tell her as she hovers over to you for a light hug, giving her a warm, reassuring smile. "I'm sure I'll love it, don't you worry. Rarity swears by the place, and you two probably know a lot more about Equestrian dining than I do." That seems to calm her nerves a bit, and she settles back down in her seat.

For the next half hour or so, you sit contentedly and make small-talk with the mares at your table. Your waiter brings your drinks early -- some sort of fancy, sparkling flavored water for Rarity, a juice cocktail for Fluttershy, and an iced tea with lemon for yourself. Mostly, Rarity and Fluttershy talk and laugh about the events of the last two weeks; they've been busy with their work, and haven't really had time to visit. Fluttershy nursed a pair of ferrets back to health, planted a row of medicinal herbs for the animals that are too small for actual veterinary medication, and had an incident where she nearly knocked her table over on Angel when Twilight teleported into her room in a panic. Turns out, she was just frantic about finding a lost book. Sounds like Twilight, alright.

Rarity talks about a client who was extremely picky about a gala dress (which you ended up helping with), and her fall fashion line being a minor, but important, hit in Stalliongrad. She doesn't mention anything from the previous night....you were hoping she would, so you could segue into your questions.

Your food arrives in the midst of conversation -- a salad of mixed greens, fresh flowers (none of which, you note, come from a bouquet) and a red-wine vinaigrette topped with chopped walnuts for Rarity. Minus the white-and-pink speckled flowers on top, it looks like any other salad you're used to. Fluttershy's plate is a simple quiche of spinach, some sort of cheese that reminds you of Feta, and egg.

What you really wanted to order was some freakin' meat. A giant omelet with bacon and ham. And a steak. TWO steaks. But, unfortunately, meat-eating is looked down upon by ponykind. You still have it once in a while, of course; there are restaurants on the edges of Ponyville that cater to traveling Gryphons, and they know how to cook a proper steak there. You've even bribed Spike to share some of his personal stock -- which is a whole other issue entirely, what with Twilight freaking out at the thought of Spike actually wanting to eat meat, him being a dragon with sharp teeth and all. It annoys you. Frequently. You've managed to adjust to a mostly vegetarian diet, but the idea of giving meat up entirely has never crossed your mind.

There's some gray areas with the morality of eggs, or recipes that call for them. You don't see anything wrong with using eggs, and indeed, you can't imagine how Pinkie would even manage to bake anything in that entire building without them. Most ponies seem fine with using eggs in cooking; from what you've heard, there's a very stringent process that ensures that all eggs that will be used are not fertilized.

No, as much as you wanted to order a pound of sausage wrapped in bacon, you decide to not freak everypony out and just order something that sounds like it may still be decent. You end up with a sandwich made with tomato-herb bread, the same kind of cheese as Fluttershy's quiche, tomato, cucumber, thinly-sliced peppers and a citrus-cilantro spread. It's a lot more...stuff...than you'd usually get in a sandwich, but it sounded decent.

Rarity's magic kicks in with a soft chiming sound, pulling a fork to her plate with practiced grace and taking a dainty bite. Fluttershy, not having the luxury of a magic horn, simply lifts the quiche between her hooves, smiling lightly at the taste.

Your sandwich is...surprisingly good, actually. You're not sure if it's any one particular thing, or a mix of ingredients, but the flavor just seems to burst in your mouth. Rarity notices your reaction and offers a confident "I told you so, dear." Yeah, okay, she wins this one. It is pretty good.

"So, um, do you have anything, you know, exciting planned for the day?" Fluttershy asks the both of you between bites. What, the lingerie store? Probably best not to mention that one at polite breakfast.

"Oh my, yes!" Rarity answers for you. "I have quite the list of errands to run after we're finished, I'm afraid. The joys and pratfalls of business, you know. Even on my days off, I find myself thinking of the Boutique. Honestly, Fluttershy, if it weren't for my wonderful stallion here....that is, metaphorical stallion, hehheh...I would be simply lost these days!" She reaches over and hugs your arm tightly.

"That's so nice," Fluttershy responds with a warm smile, "I'm glad you're happy, Rarity. And I'm glad you're happy as--" a length of hair falls in front of her face. She looks at it and blows it away with a puff. "--as well. I don't really like to talk about others in front of their acquaintances, especially my friends, but before you came along Rarity was a little, um...picky." She smiles nervously. Very nervously.

"Picky? Ya don't say. I mean, I could never imagine Rarity as picky!" Rarity gives you a playfully annoyed look.

"I am not picky, I simply have exacting tastes."

"She's picky. But yes, thank you for the compliment, Fluttershy. She's been here for me since the start, I couldn't have been more lucky. I love her more than life itself." Hmm. That line was cheesy enough to be in your sandwich. Rarity is nothing if not one for flattery, though, and she joyfully exclaims the same feelings for you.

"It feels good to have that very special somepony. Especially when times are trying." A quick kiss on the cheek drives the point home.

"Oh! I nearly forgot, Rarity -- I saw somepony you know a few days ago." Fluttershy interjects. You sit up a little straighter. This could be your chance. "I feel bad that I don't remember her name...the one with the red hair..."

Rarity glances at you. Her look says this is going to be interesting.

"Oh, yes, dear, that's....that's Cashmere."

"That's the name, thank you."

"Yes, we saw her last night, actually. She dropped by the Boutique. We were, ah, discussing business matters. I'm afraid there wasn't a lot of reminiscing going on. She's far less of a socialite and far more of a business mare, it seems." To say the least.

"I see...that's a shame, I know how close you two used to be." Well, no time like the present.

"So...um...if you two don't mind me asking -- especially you, hon, I don't want to pry -- what exactly happened between you and Cashmere?" Rarity sighs and sets down her fork.

"I suppose this was bound to come up sooner or later, wasn't it? I'm sorry I didn't openly divulge it to you previously, darling, but as I'm sure you can understand, it's a bit of a sensitive issue for me." You reassure her that she doesn't have to say anything if she doesn't want to, but she insists. She doesn't want there to be any secrets between the two of you.

"Well, where to begin...about six years ago now, maybe seven, I had just graduated school and I knew, from the moment I got out, what I wanted to do. And that was work in fashion. I've been doing this since before we met, obviously, so I'm sure you've always known me as the fashionista of Ponyville, but back when I'd first decided that it was to be my life's ambition, I didn't really have much of a means to get there. You see, my parents didn't have the money to help me open my own business. Sweetie Belle had been born just a year before, and all of their money was being spent on raising her."

"I had a similar experience, I joined the Army because my mom couldn't afford college, especially since she raised the four of us by herself" you tell the mares.

"Exactly, you know what it's like, hon. So, I took a job at a pre-existing fashion store. A store which, frankly, had a simply atrocious sense of style. Would you believe they actually marketed blue after the Summer Sun Celebration? Ridiculous! Why, if I were in charge at the time, there wouldn't have been a single shred of Everfree wool before Hearth's Warming Eve, nevermind the suicidal and mind-boggling commitment to passing fads! Socks, indeed. Of all the silly th--"

You clear your throat dramatically. "Uh, Rarity? You were talking about not having any money?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, heh heh...I do apologize, once I get started it's oftentimes hard to stop. But yes, as I was saying, I took the job there. It didn't pay very well, and I despised it immensely. The mare I worked for, a truly insufferable woman named Regal Cut, was always asking me to work without breaks, or work long hours. Dreadful place.

Then, a few weeks later, she hired on a new mare, every so slightly older than myself."

"Cashmere." You guess, though it's less of a guess than looking for confirmation.

"Yes. The same one you met last night, dear. It may sound hard to believe after the ridiculous showing she made in your presence, but she used to be a very agreeable pony. When she was hired on I was skeptical at first, but she turned out to be quick learner, and we had the shop running smoothly in no time. After that, the work load became somewhat more manageable. Probably helped that she also believed her true calling in life was in fashion."

"Hence her cutie mark." Fluttershy adds.

"Indeed. I'm sure you noticed it, darling." You open your mouth to say that you did, but you have second thoughts. That would mean that you were admitting to staring at another mare's flank. If not worded carefully...

"Oh come now, I know you had to have seen it. The bolt of purple fabric?" She laughs at your apprehension to admit that you did. "Please, darling, I'm not going to throw you from the nearest rooftop because you looked at her flank. She is a rather attractive one. But yes, I'm sure you saw it. Do you know why purple is significant?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"Purple is significant because of how rare it used to be. Back in the Second Age, before Ponyville was established, before Canterlot was even established, purple was the rarest of colors available. The only way to get proper dyes for it was to travel to the Swayback Mountains, on Equestria's border. Thus, only those who were truly well-to-do could afford it. Purple clothing, purple saddles, those were signs of wealth and prosperity. Elegance. Intelligence. Dignity. That sort of thing."

"So, basically," you add, "she believes herself to possess all of those things?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. Purple may not be rare now, but for those who understand its history, that cutie mark is a very impressive thing."

"It just sounds to me like she was born with a chip on her shoulder. Like Sweetie's school mate, Diamond something-or-other. Crown."

"Tiara" she corrects you. "Quite so. She believes she is pre-destined to great things, whereas ponies such as myself believe that great things come to those who work at them. The fact that she's become successful in her own right is only feeding her already impressive ego.

When she was at the shop with me, she was quite a bit more amiable. She and I spent time together outside of work, and we became friends in short order. Oh, the stories I could tell. For instance, we once had to chase down this little white rabbit who kept stealing into our store at night and taking bits of cloth. This went on for a few weeks, until we decided to wait inside the store to catch it ourselves. Sure enough, this little creature comes bounding in through a hole in the back, grabs a small roll of green cloth, and takes off as quickly as possible when it sees us! We followed it for a good ten minutes, and eventually it took refuge in a little cottage near the edge of the forest."

The wheels click into place in your head. There's only one cottage near the Everfree forest you can think of.

"That's when you met Fluttershy."

Fluttershy perks up at the mention of her name.

"Yes, that's when we met. It was very surprising." Fluttershy smiles at the memory. "Angel was just a little bouncing baby bunny back then, but he still liked to get into mischief. I had no idea he'd been taking things from the store Rarity and Cashmere worked at, and I felt just awful. I made him apologize and offered to give all of the fabric pieces back, but they said I could keep them. The three of us were friends not long after. Um, I don't usually make friends that fast...but there was something about them that I liked. They were friendly and nice and even Angel liked them after a while."

"Fluttershy has been my dearest friend ever since." Rarity quips, touching their hooves together. You can't help but smile at the story.

"Of course...that's not the end of the story, darling. I'm afraid things don't stay so rosy." Yeah, you figured as much. The twist was yet to come, after all.

"Cashmere and I stayed at that store for the better part of six months before we realized that we wanted to open our own store. A better store, with more agreeable styles and quality clothing. So, we started saving as much of our pay as possible, and looked into taking out a loan. Through scraping, saving, and begging, we managed to get enough money to finally do it. The Carousel Boutique was going to be ours! Oh my, you should have seen us when news arrived in the mail that we would be able to get out of that contemptible, two-bit fashion dump. I'd never felt so close to Cashmere before." How close is the question. It's been eating away at you for the better part of a day.

"We had the Boutique open and operational within a few months. Things were slow at first, of course. We realized that trying to design your own fashions when you have little to no practical experience is incredibly frustrating and stressful, but it paid off soon enough. Within a year, the old store we worked at was out of business, and the Boutique was the center of Ponyvillian fashion, just as it remains to this day."

You decide to ask her about Cashmere, figuring that Fluttershy already knows Rarity's life better than you do. She doesn't say anything for a few moments, obviously trying to figure out what to say.

"We...well, it's quite complicated to explain. I'm sure you noticed her flirtatious attitude with me last night. She's always been like that. For the first few months that I knew her she avoided any such entendres or advances, but as time went on she grew more comfortable. To be fair, I grew more comfortable around her as well, just not to the extent she apparently did."

"So she wasn't your...mare-friend? You weren't an item or anything?" You prod a little more, curiosity piqued.

"Heh...oh, dear, it's quite odd to talk about it, but...kind of. I must admit that I did, somewhere in the back of my mind, fancy her just a tiny bit. It's hard not to. The way she carries herself, the tone of her voice, the casual way she works flirtatious actions and words into her personality, it's all very...oh, what's the word...intriguing. For a short period of time, just a few weeks, I did see her as a potential suitor." She flushes red. "Goodness, I can't believe I'm even talking about this."

"It's okay, Rarity" Fluttershy offers, "it's not exactly unheard of. I mean, um, look at Ponyville. There's a lot more mares than stallions, and ponies have to find love somewhere. Lyra and Bon-Bon always seem happy, right?"

Your waiter comes by to pick up your empty plates and refill your drinks. He assures you that there is no rush, and you may leave when you're ready. Rarity takes a long drink from her sparkling water and licks her lips in thought.

"Like Fluttershy was saying, yes, it's not unheard of. I wouldn't have been ostracized or shunned by the community or anything, but I just never took that final step with her. On a few occasions, especially one night after a nice dinner, we did end up...heh, sorry...we ended up kissing near her home. And not just a peck of the cheek, you see. I think that night I was closer to becoming intimate with her than at any point before or since."

You try to picture Rarity making out, hot and heavy, with another mare. It's not an unpleasant thought.

"However," she continues, "the fact remains that I did not become intimate with her that night. She certainly tried to get me to see otherwise, nibbling on my ear and...I-I shouldn't go into details, but she tried very hard to convince me. Ahem. After I turned her down, she was never the same. She was obviously upset by it. I told her I still valued her as a very good friend, but she grew distant over time.

She ended up sticking around the Carousel Boutique for another two years, and eventually left to open her own business in Manehattan. The very same that tried to buy us out last night. She must be doing quite well for herself to even think of making such an...offer."

"Rarity, you didn't sell the Boutique, did you?" Fluttershy asks, her voice heavy with concern.

"Of course not! I would never consider such a thing, Fluttershy. The Boutique is my life! Why, it's not just my business and sole means of income, but my home! Our home. Not to mention Sweetie Belle's only place to stay when she comes to visit, and my source of inspiration, and...well, you get the idea. I could no more sell the Boutique than I could sell my own life away."

You knew she wasn't considering selling the night before, but it's comforting to hear it again, especially with such conviction. Still...you get the feeling Cashmere isn't done. You may not know her like Rarity, but it's obvious that her personality won't allow a simple 'no' to be the end of it. What if she comes back? You decide to voice your concern to Rarity, while you're still thinking about it. She's apparently had the same thoughts.

"Trust me, dear, I wish it really was so simple, but as long as I've known Cashmere, I've known her to be nothing if not persistent. I've no doubt she'll be around, but really, I don't don't see what she could hope to accomplish. I would have thought I made it perfectly clear how interested I was in her offer. I was rather serious about it, wasn't I?"

"You did kinda throw her into the mud. Or try to." you answer earnestly. Fluttershy gasps at the thought, voicing concern that Rarity shouldn't use her magic like that.

"I know, I know. I was just...so incensed with her complete disregard for my feelings, and those of my love, that I couldn't even think straight. Unfortunately, those feelings of anger caused me to lash out at the one closest to me, which should have never happened. I feel absolutely dreadful about it." You lean over and give her a reassuring hug, telling her it's okay, that everyone gets upset once in a while.

For her part, Fluttershy remains silent, not wanting to prod. She's always had a way with emotions and feelings, and you're sure she has a better grasp of what happened than she lets on.

"Thank you, dear. It was inexcusable on my part, even if you want to claim wrongdoing of your own. Had I not lost my composure...well, it's in the past now. I suppose I should be thankful that I have someone who truly loves me, hmmm?"

"I feel like we should be writing a letter to Princess Celestia" you quip. Fluttershy giggles politely at the idea, commenting on how cute of a couple you are together.

"Oh gimme a break already, you're gonna put me in a sugar coma!"

Wait. That voice. It sounds gruff, with a Bucklyn accent. Rarity and Fluttershy look at you with questioning eyes. It's gotta be...

"Well, what's the matter? Don't tell me ya don't recognize ya own pal!"

Pipe Wrench. A big smile crosses your face as you turn around in your seat. Sure enough, he's seated at the table behind you, sitting with his wife.

"Pipe! Oh man, I didn't see ya sittin' there! Must have passed you right up or somethin'. How long have you been here?" You give him a fist-to-hoof bump, giving a hello to his pretty wife, who looks to be gracefully aging, somewhere in her early 40s. She waves a pink hoof back at you.

"Me? Oh, shoot, I just got here. I was takin' the missus out to breakfast. Funny bumpin' into you guys." He leans in his chair and nods to the mares at your table. "Mornin', Miss Fluttershy. Miss Rarity." They return the greetings with polite smiles. "Say, you're lookin' quite fine this morning, Miss Rarity. What's a pretty mare like you doin' with an ugly schmuck like him, huh?" he says with a laugh as he nudges you with an elbow. His wife rolls her eyes and sighs, proclaiming that he hasn't changed a day since Talent School.

"Ahhh, come on, hon, ya know I'm just messin' with 'em."

"So what's up, Pipe? Anything new and exciting?"

"Nah, not really. Word is we got a big project comin' up soon, some place off Mane and Withers Street. Can you believe it? We was just in the area a few months ago, and now they're puttin' in another place? Big ol' thing, too. Ain't startin' for another couple 'a weeks, though."

Wonderful. You can already hear the pegasus foreman yelling about deadlines.

You figure that you might as well ask him if he's busy later, maybe he wants to get some drinks or play dice (you wish ponies played cards), but he apologizes and shakes his head.

"Sorry, bud, but I gotta spend the day with the old lady and her family. You know how it goes. Especially her mother." His wife gives him a dirty look behind his back. "Not that there's anything wrong with ya mother, dear! She's a great mare."

No she isn't, says an askew look in your direction. "Haul's outta town for a couple 'a days, too. Guess you're on ya own."

Well, great. More time twiddling your thumbs at home while Rarity's out.

You make small talk for a few minutes before everyone is ready to leave, good-byes exchanged all around. The bill comes out to nearly fifty Bits after tip, leaving your coin pouch significantly lighter than it was before. You definitely won't be making this place a daily stop, but it'll be nice for special occasions.

Fluttershy and Rarity are talking amongst themselves as you leave the restaurant, with you a few steps ahead to give them some privacy. Rarity laughs at an unheard joke so hard that she has to put a hoof over her mouth. Even though you don't see them very often, it's clear to see that her friends care deeply about each other. Maybe there is something to all this friendship and rainbows stuff.

"Well, I'm afraid this is where we part ways, Fluttershy." Rarity says as she wraps her friend in a big hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "It's been just wonderful seeing you again. Do be a dear and don't wait too long this time, hmm?"

"Oh, of course. I'll try..." Fluttershy lowers her head slightly and looks up at her friend. "I'm ever so sorry if I get busy, but, um, you know how it goes..."

"Of course I know, I understand completely. We'll have to get together soon, perhaps a visit to the spa? Ugh, it feels like it's been ages since I had a good treatment. I'll see if I can get my dearly betrothed here to go with us."

You're not so sure what you think of that idea. Spas are just so...girly.

"Relax, dear, it's nothing to worry about. A bit of an exfoliating facial couldn't hurt! Anyway, Fluttershy, my dear friend, I will see you soon! Do take care of yourself. And if you see Rainbow Dash, tell her I still need those Skyfire rubies she promised me, would you?"

"I will. Umm...take care of myself, that is. And tell Rainbow Dash. Both of those." she smiles her big, nervous smile again, no less adorable than the first time. It was very nice to see you," she looks up at you with those big, aqua eyes, "and thank you for breakfast, it was wonderful."

"You're quite welcome, Fluttershy. It was good seeing you as well." You lean down and give her a hug, her yellow wings wrapping around your shoulders before she flaps them once and folds them away. Rarity trots over to your side, both of you waving as Fluttershy turns around and happily trots off down Mane street, back to her cottage near the Everfree forest.

"I swear, that girl is like weaponized cuteness." you laugh, Rarity joining you with a polite one of her own.

"She is quite adorable, isn't she? I swear, darling, she could have any stallion she wants -- or mare, I am not one to judge -- if she were just a little more assertive. As is, she's been literally scared of her own shadow!"

It's a ten minute walk to the Boutique, giving you plenty of time to enjoy the cool breeze that carries the scent of last night's rainfall, streamers of sunlight bursting through the scattered clouds overhead. The Pegasi must have been busy this morning.

Along the way, Rarity thanks you for breakfast and expresses sympathy over Pipe's inability to join you later on. She offers to let you join her, but you politely decline, figuring that you'll find something to do for a few hours while she's gone. Maybe just walk Ponyville, or see what Twilight has available in her library, or...something. You're not entirely sure yet.

The streets are considerably quieter than when you left earlier on, all of the fillies and colts off at school (classes in Equestria, you've found out, are six days a week, but shorter days than schools you knew), and many mares and stallions at work.

You glance up at the big clock that sits atop the rebuilt Town Hall, having left your watch at home. About 10:30, according to the stylized minute and hour hands.

"You know, darling," Rarity says as she looks at the clock, running over her schedule in her head, "if I time everything right, I shouldn't have to start my errands for another half-hour or so..."

You feel a tug on your wrist and look down. Her shining, purple tail is snaking around your lower arm. You glance back up at her and she gives you a wry smile and a sideways glance.

"Maybe an hour if I skip one of the less-important ones."

An hour sounds good to you. Real good.

"Hmmhmm, I thought you might agree."

You practically run the rest of the way home.

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Thump-thump. Smack.

Thump-thump. Smack.

Bored. So bored.

Thump-thump. Smack.

Thump-thump. Smack.

Oh, sure. You'll be just fine. Alone. With nothing to keep you entertained. 'Go on ahead, honey. I'll find something to do'. In this case, 'something' turned out to be the incredibly exciting act of bouncing a red, star-decorated ball off the wall, over and over. Dash left it here a few weeks ago and hasn't come back to get it yet.

Thump-thump. Smack.

Thump-thump. Smack.

You toss the ball again, watching absent-mindedly as it bounces off the wall, then the floor, before coming back to your hand. You wish you had your Xbox. Or a TV. Or a computer. Most of all, you wish ponies had invented those things already. What the hell did people do before electronics? Ugh.

There's a clock ticking away in the kitchen. It sounds abnormally loud in the silence. You wish it would shut up. For the last hour you've been keeping yourself entertained, or rather, failing to do so. You paced back and forth for ten minutes. Then you shaved the long stubble on your face. Another fifteen. Ten more minutes as your mind was pre-occupied with thoughts of Rarity doing dirty, naughty things to other mares. Even that grew boring after a short time.

So, here you are. Laying back on the couch, bouncing a rubber ball off things. You wish you could fly. Or had magic. Yeah. Then you could use the wings you don't have and strap the guns that don't exist to your arms so you could be, like, a fighter plane or something. And then Rarity would be all like 'Oh, my, you single-handedly saved Equestria!' and then you'd totally have a threesome with her and Spitfire on a cloud. A cloud made of Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. Heh.

Sadly, you don't have wings, your only firearm was lost in the incident long ago, and Spitfire probably isn't gonna make you an honorary wonderbolt on a cloud of writhing cheerleaders.

Sigh.

You kind of hope Pinkie Pie would burst through the door and sing you a song about smiling or cheering up or something. Figures. A very entertaining hour with Rarity goes by way too fast --and it was a very good hour -- but left to your own means...well, you never were very good at waiting. Patience is not one of your virtues.

With not much else to do, you make you way back to the bedroom upstairs, singing an old Bob Seger song out loud. Maybe you can do a little tidying up or something. Rarity loves that kinda thing.

"Seems like yesterday, but it was long ago"

The room is, admittedly, kind of a mess. Rarity makes the bed every morning -- she's very particular about hospital corners -- but your little jaunt after breakfast messed everything up. You could probably fix that. There's a small pile of clothes in the corner, the vast majority of them yours -- the only time she ever wears clothing is for special events, bad weather, or to add a little flair to the bedroom. You add it to your to-do list.

Your old, beat-up wallet sits on a corner of the dresser, tossed there months ago when you realized that your debit cards, cash, and various membership cards would not, in fact, be worth a damn here. It certainly wouldn't hold too many Bits. You sit down on the edge of the bed and open it up for memory's sake, flipping through the contents: A bank card you can no longer use, business cards from old jobs, warped and smudged from water damage, your military I.D, laminated photos of family. There's even a picture of an old girlfriend, way back before she sent you a "Dear John" letter. Hmmph. Some dedication she ended up showing.

You open the top drawer and jump back with a gasp, tripping over the bed as Opal springs out of the drawer with an annoyed screech.

"Jesus, Opal! You scared the shit outta me. Make some noise next time, won't you?" The cat looks contemptibly at you, stretches with a yawn, and walks off. You swear, that cat is absolutely intent on making as many enemies as possible. Too bad Rarity thinks Opal is the most adorable thing in the world, or you'd unceremoniously dump it in the woods and tell it to go find someone else's clothes to shred.

You fold the wallet back up and toss it in the corner of the drawer with a mutter, stuffing it behind a stack of socks. Socks that, to your endless amusement, Rarity only begrudgingly made for you because you assured her they weren't for a fashion statement.

The bed is made in short order, sheets pulled tight and blankets fluffed, just like she likes it. You laugh to yourself, remembering all the times you had to make that fucking bunk back in Basic Training, the endless times you'd come back from field training only to find it flipped upside down, or tossed into a corner, because you couldn't get the god damn hospital corners right. They always ended inside-out, somehow. Watts always made fun of you for that, calling your hospital corners 'bed vaginas'.

"God damnit, Private!" you yell in your best Drill Sergeant Mendoza voice as you look at your questionable bed skills, "Perhaps you'd like to fuckin' enlighten me as to why you can shoot straight, why you can operate a fuckin' gas mask, why you can work some complic-fuckin'-cated machinery, but SWEET MOTHER OF GOD you can't make a fuckin' bunk to save your life?!"

You never could get that damn thing looking right. Oh, and you couldn't run worth a damn. Running was tantamount to the worst torture imaginable. You'd rather be shot at. Again.

Giving up on making the bed just so, you dump a pile of clothes into a hamper, stopping for a moment when you see something sticking out from under the bed: a white, frilled saddle with small, hooked-together straps. A saddle not meant to be seen by anyone outside of the bedroom. Rarity would lose her mind if it was left on the floor. The thought makes you smile; saddles are meant to be formal attire for ponies, but certain styles, like the one you're holding, are basically the pony equivalent of corsets. And you always liked corsets. The fact that it provides a nice surface to grab on to when things get intimate is just an added bonus.

Being the caring man that you are (and having nothing else to do), you open up the bottom drawer of Rarity's dresser, looking for a place to put the saddle so she won't freak out when she finds it missing. There's a space just big enough for it, but something catches your eye as you set it in. A small box, roughly the size of a shoe box, is tucked into the corner. You're not sure you should be touching it, but curiosity wins over logic, and you pull the box out for a look.

Inside, there's a small collection of mementos, things from her past. An old picture of her as a filly, standing proudly beside a group of fillies dressed as...food items?...with their outfits covered in gleaming gemstones. There's a a chunk of rock, which turns out to be a geode as you flip it over. Compared to every other geode you've seen, this one is covered in multi-colored crystals.

Under the rock sits another photo of a taller, more gangly Rarity. A teenager, you think, if you remember Twilight's lessons on pony life cycles properly. The teenaged Rarity is standing next to her beaming father, her mother laying in a hospital bed, holding a newborn wrapped in a blanket. The pink-and-purple two-tone mane and tiny horn can only be Sweetie Belle. She's absolutely adorable.

A few bits and bobbles occupy the rest of the box, things that have no value to you, or that you simply don't recognize. At the very bottom of the box is one more picture, this one from not very long ago. An adult Rarity is beside another mare, a foreleg draped around her neck, in front of a big, purple banner that reads "GRAND OPENING".

Cashmere.

You set the box down and look at the picture more closely, flipping it over where a small note is scrawled in ink.

3E996, 17th of Summer's Song

Boutique is open!

You reach back through your Equestrian history knowledge to pinpoint the date. The Third Era was when Luna was banished to the moon and Celestia ruled alone, and Summer's Song is the equivalent of June, so that would put the date at just over seven years ago, since it's now the Fourth Era. Seven years ago, just like Rarity said.

They both look so happy, they're practically radiating joy. Rarity's parents and baby sister are in the background, as is another pony you guess to be Cashmere's mom. Their color is similar, anyway.

A smaller piece of paper sits under it, a folded-up newspaper article with the title "Elegant Expectations Buys Out Fashion Imporium, Becoming Manehattan's Largest Retailer". Elegant Expectations. Sounds like a name Cashmere would pick. You try to read the article, but the paper is crumpled and torn. Attached to it is a photo of Cashmere shaking hooves with an aging stallion in a fine tuxedo. Maybe the owner of the Imporium? Rarity must have kept them together, but from the damage it's obvious she wasn't very happy about it.

You stare at the photos for a long minute, trying to imagine what it must feel like to have your business partner, your best friend, even your potential lover betray you. A bigger picture starts to form in your mind, one of not just betrayal and regret, but of a profound sadness and longing. Rarity could have destroyed the pictures, could have thrown them away or locked them up to never be seen again. But she didn't. She held onto them so she could remember the happier times.

You wish she was here right now so you could wrap her in the biggest, most comforting hug imaginable. Tell her you didn't know she still cared so much.

It's become apparent that Cashmere is not going to just give up on taking Ponyville's market share, but you had no idea that it would end up being such a struggle. Poor Rarity, she must be torn between telling her off and wanting things to be like the old days.

You're not sure how it's all going to play out but, now more than ever, you're sure it's not going to be easy.

Chapter Three: Friendly Competition

"...ust make sure you're prepa......could still be dange..."

Ugh. Morning already. You slept well enough, but after the thrashing your body has been through, it feels like you could sleep for days. Your mouth feels like someone rubbed it with sandpaper for eight hours, and your head is swimming like you just dropped a truck full of acid. Then drowned yourself. Everything feels very...distant.

"...may not take it very well......ay have to use your anesthetic sp..."

Sounds like the doctor is back. It's hard to focus on any words, you keep drifting in and out of consciousness.

"I know he was fine last night, I'm just sayi......pect the unexpected in this situation."

You're not quite sure why they're so worried about you, it's obvious you're in no condition to fight. You doubt you could even stand if your life depended on it. That, and your bladder is screaming at you. Hopefully they'll guide you to a latrine or something. Or a bedpan.

Loud boots clacking on tile. They must be coming to check on you. By the sound of it, there's a lot of them. Your heart starts beating faster, noticeable in your ears. You don't want to be nervous, but part of you can't help it -- they could do whatever they want to you right now, and you wouldn't be able to do a damn thing about it.

"Good morning." the doctor from last night says to you as he approaches. "Before we begin, I want to know if you can still understand me, and if you're willing to cooperate." Begin? Begin what? Your training floats to the top of your mind and you strongly consider just giving them your name, rank, and serial number, but you decide against it. They've been reasonable so far. "Same as last night, please give me a nod if you can understand me."

Instead of a nod, you muster up the strength to speak.

"Yes...I can understand you. Where am..." It comes out raspy and halting as you take shallow breaths between every few words.

"You can speak our language? I must admit, I did not expect that. That will make things much easier for both of us." His language? What the hell is he talking about? It's just English! Surely they would have figured you were American from your military I.D. or something similar, provided your I.D. survived the incident.

"Yeah, of course...English is the....only language...I actually speak....heh heh heh..." Even with shallow breaths between words, speaking is making you feel light headed, more than you already were. Distantly, you hear the doctor's voice saying something, but you can't really find it in yourself to care. Some more sleep sounds go--

"Come on, son, focus! Focus on my voice, okay? I know it's hard to stay awake, but you need remain conscious if we're going to help you. Can you do that for me?" You nod your head and give a weak 'yeah'.

"Good. I'm not quite sure where to begin, so I suppose we'll begin from where we found you. Is that alright?"

"Yeah...that's fine."

"Okay. Yesterday evening, your severely-injured form was found by Miss Rarity, near the edge of the Everfree Forest. She immediately ran back home and alerted Miss Sparkle, who was able to contact myself and Nurse Redheart. Are you following me so far?"

You think so, but it's all a blur. Snippets of time, half-remembered images, half-remembered sounds and voices. You clearly remember vomiting a few times, though.

"Yes." You decide to keep the questions about their odd naming system to yourself.

"The four of us rushed you back to the hospital here in Ponyville as quickly as we could. Miss Sparkle wanted to try and teleport us, but in your poor condition I didn't want to chance it. When we arrived, you wer--"

"Wait...Ponivale? Where's Ponivale? What do you mean...teleport? You guys must have...some really advanced tech..."

"Ponyville," he corrects you, "We're about an hour removed from Canterlot, as the pegasus flies. I'm afraid I don't know what this 'tech' is you're talking about, but that's not important." Of course it's not. It's top secret. "As I was saying, when you arrived at the hospital you were in pretty bad shape. Obviously we've never encountered your kind before, but your anatomy was surprisingly similar to our own, at least in generalized lay-out." This guy is weirding you out pretty bad.

"Your list of ailments was quite impressive, including a lacerated upper leg that was bleeding heavily, three broken or bruised ribs, a broken ankle with deep puncture wounds -- which, might I add, involved removing a half-hoof-long piece of metal from said injury --, first degree burns to your arms, a mild concussion from blunt-force trauma to the head, and extensive over-saturation of your lungs, stomach and esophagus to seawater."

Holy shit! You knew you'd been through the wringer, but this...this was beyond what you'd expected.

"So...so how am I holding up? That sounds pretty...fucked up...if you'll pardon my language."

"So far, you haven't lost any functionality, if that's what you're wondering. We managed to stitch up your lacerations and heal away your burns. Best of all, your ribs are back together as they should be, though they're going to be sore for quite a while. Nurse Redheart is quite talented at bone-mending." He pauses for a second.

"Whoever you are, son, you're one tough bronco." You feel something lightly press against your left arm.

You cough loudly, wincing at the pain in your side. A pain which could be a lot worse. Whoever these people are, they know their medicine.

"If you don't...mind me asking, Doc...I could really use...some water." You try to lick your lips, but there's no moisture in your tongue. Feels like a desert.

"Of course, we'll get you some water right away. Ah, Nurse Candy Care? If you would, please?" You hear the nurse respond and walk out to grab you a drink, returning a few moments later.

"Thank you, Miss Care. Alright, we're going to put this cup against your lips. When you feel able, lean forward a tiny bit and we'll tilt it forward for you. Is that okay?"

"Yes, thank you. Really thirsty."

"I'd imagine so, you managed to empty your lungs and stomach to the point of dehydration, not to mention all of that salt from the seawater. Alright, then. Here we go."

There's a soft, almost ethereal sound. It reminds you of wind chimes in a light breeze. It's actually quite nice.

You feel the cup press against your bottom lip, and you slowly lean your head forward to take a drink. Cool, deliciously wet water flows over your parched lips and you greedily lean forward more, trying to gulp down great mouthfuls. It's too much, too fast, and you momentarily choke on the water in a fit of coughs.

"Easy, son, easy!"

You lean forward again and take a sip, pacing yourself with small swallows. The relief is unimaginable. It's the best water you've ever had in your entire life. With your mouth no longer screaming for water, you notice that the air around the cup feels...energetic, like the slightest hint of a tingle is playing against your skin. Not unpleasant, just odd.

The cup is emptied in short order, and you lay back against your pillow with a sigh of relief.

"Feel better now, hon?" a feminine voice by your side. It must be that nurse who got you the water. She sounds motherly and sincere...and Canadian. Huh. Must be an international team or something. You clear your throat a few times; it feels like you could probably speak a little easier.

"Much better, thank you, ma'am. You're...you're the one who kept watch on me through the night, aren't you?"

"That's me, dearie. Had to make sure you were okay, ya know."

"Thank you, ma'am. I'm very grateful for the aid. I mean, I thought I was going to die, and you've all been so generous to me, without even knowing who I am. I can't even begin to thank you enough. I know I'm your prisoner here, and things might change in the future, but for now I just...thank you." You sniff back a few tears as the weight of what actually happened comes crushing down on you.

"Prisoner? Oh, oh nononono! Please, hon, don't think of yourself as a prisoner! We found you and took care of you, it's what we do!" You feel her press an arm against your leg to comfort you.

"Yes," adds the doctor, "we may have you in restraints, but I assure you it's not because you're being...incarcerated! We couldn't know if you were a danger to yourself or others. You understand. That said, I think it's become clear that you're not dangerous in the least, wouldn't you say?"

"I don't think I could be dangerous right now even if I wanted to be" you laugh, the first laugh in a long time.

"Ah, jokes, good. That's what I like to hear. Now, before I remove your restraints...MISS RARITY! MISS SPARKLE! YOU MAY COME IN, NOW!...sorry. Before I remove your restraints and remove those bandages from your head, I must warn you, you're going to find things very...surprising. Extremely surprising, in fact. I don't mean to alarm you, but I'm not quite sure you're prepared for what you're going to see." More boots clicking on the floor, must be 'Rarity' and 'Twilight'.

"That's not very comforting, doc." you add earnestly. A thousand scenarios flash through your head, not many of them very pleasant.

"I'm sorry, I just want to prepare you as best I can. Are you ready?"

Not really, no. You tell him otherwise with a deep breath.

"Alright, then. Miss Sparkle, Miss Rarity, I must suggest you stay a moderate distance back. Nurse Candy Care, if he starts to get out of control, I want that anesthetic spell ready for my order. Does everypony understand?" A trio of feminine voices answers him in the affirmative.

"Okay. I'm going to start removing your restraints. While you're in better condition than you were last night, you're still quite injured, so for your own safety, don't make any sudden movements." You nod, gulping hard. What the hell is so bad they had to warn you about it?

There's another chiming sound, like the one from the cup. Slowly, gently, your left wrist is freed from its binding, cool air washing over the skin that has become moist with perspiration. You lift your wrist gingerly and flex your fingers. So far, so good. A few seconds later, your right wrist is freed. You twist it a few times to make sure it's in working order.

"Is everything alright?" the doctor asks you. You touch your fingers together and feel up your arms. There's a series of rough, small bumps on your forearms, likely from the light burns you received. Other than that, you seem to be fine. So far. You nod again.

Now your left ankle is freed. It seems okay. The final strap is lifted from your right ankle, but when you rotate it, a sharp, stabbing pain shoots up your leg. You instinctively grab it with you hands, gritting your teeth against the pain. The two women who came into the room gasp in worry.

"Easy, easy! Your ankle has been through a lot, it's not going to be fully healed for a few weeks." Oh, right. The puncture wound and broken bone. Probably not so easy to fix.

You pat your hands up and down your body, feeling for injuries. The laceration on your right leg is bandaged over. As is a long line over your ribs. Small, rough spots dot the area around them, probably dried blood. Other than that, you're surprisingly uninjured. Besides the whole "nearly drowning" thing, anyway.

"So, how do you feel?"

"I'm...okay, I guess. Head is pounding, though."

"That's to be expected. We've been giving you pain killers every so often, but I'm afraid the pressure you feel in your temples is going to be there every once in a while. As far as we can tell, something heavy hit you in the head, so the area is going to be bruised and sore. It should go away in time."

Sure enough, you have to pull your hands away with a wince as you touch your forehead.

"Really, you should just take my word for these things, son. Unless you happen to enjoy seeing which injuries are the most painful for yourself."

"Right, sorry."

"Quite alright. Now, that just leaves the bandages over your eyes...can you recall feeling extremely sensitive to light?" Oh, yes, very clearly. And the wretching and vomiting. And the pain.

"Those symptoms may not be entirely gone, I have to warn you. You should be able to tolerate it better, but there's no guarantee. Do you still want me to remove the bandages?"

Might as well.

"As I said, try to remain calm, okay? Okay, here we go..."

Light slowly seeps in between layers of gauze as they're unwrapped from around your head, causing tears to well up in your eyes. Another layer, and another. Blindingly bright through your closed eyelids -- and yet, it feels like you've just stepped out into the light of day after being trapped in a dark, oppressive room. The relief is palpable.

"Alright, son, just take it nice and slow. Your eyes are going to need to adjust."

Not that you needed much convincing. The fluorescent lights above you start coming into focus, then the ceiling tiles and the intricate patterns carved into them. You blink a few times to clear the haze away and take a deep breath of relief.

"It's good to see again."

"So I imagine. Are you seeing any spots? Any distortion of vision?"

"No, nothing like that, I think I'm okay." You turn your head to the left so you can finally look at the doct--

"JESUS CHRIST!"

What the fuck?! Nononono, you can't be seeing things right! The hell are those things?! You scramble backwards in your bed, ignoring the pain in your ankle and ribs as you press yourself against the back wall.

"OH FUCK, OH FUCK! NO!"

You're in a hospital, alright. But the only thing that makes sense is the hospital itself. Standing next to your bed are a bunch of...horses! Brightly colored horses! You must be hallucinating!

"Listen, you need to just calm down, alright?" the doctor tries to reassure you, waving a...hoof...in your direction.

"NO! PLEASE TELL ME I'M JUST HALLUCINATING THIS! OH GOD I'VE LOST MY FUCKING MIND." You grasp your head between your hands and stare off at nothing. "I'm not actually seeing this, I'm in a fucking dream or something. WAKE UP! WAKE UP!"

"I tried to tell you you'd be surprised." the horse doctor answers. Horse doctor. Speaking. Yep, you've definitely gone insane.

"Surprised?! NO. I am SCARED OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND RIGHT NOW! Please tell me this isn't real, I'm not in a hospital room with a bunch of...of....neon-colored horses that speak English! And you! You're wearing a doctor's coat! Horses don't wear clothes! Or speak! Or...oh god. Oh god oh god oh god..."

"Nurse, that anesthetic spell, please."

The nurse -- a bright-pink, slightly pudgy horse wearing, of all things, a nurse's cap -- takes a step towards you.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. You'll feel better when you wake up."

"I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here...why can't I wake up..." A shimmering field of energy wraps itself around you, and all of your concerns seem to just melt away. No, there are no talking horses in labcoats. You'll be fine. You just need to...sleep. Just sleep a little while.

"...why can't I....wh...I'm..."

It's so soft. So warm. Your pillow starts to feel like a fluffy cloud, your body being gently cradled in a blanket of the softest cotton you could ever imagine. You picture yourself falling down, down into the clouds, warm rays of sunlight kissing your face.

"Just relax, dearie. We're here with you." That nurse is so nice. You want her to give you a big hug while you drift off to sleep. Wonderful, comforting sleep...

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You hate formal attire. The itchy materials, the uncomfortable shoes, the stiff clothes. Most of all, you hate bow ties. Like the one currently being fastened around your shirt collar.

"Oh come now, darling, you look like a proper gentleman."

It's been weeks since you last heard from Cashmere and her not-so-generous offer. You're beginning to wonder if it really is that easy, if she's actually had the point driven into her thick skull. Rarity has certainly let it slip to the back of her mind. In fact, business quickly picked up and a modicum of normality has finally set in, thanks in no small part to the work load she's had to deal with in preparation of tonight's social event.

An event you're not exactly looking forward to. Social events, parties, galas, get-togethers, meet-and-greets, whatever you want to call them. To you, they're all the same: several hours of forced smiles, insincere politeness, and stuck-up, snobby ponies. You grin and deal with it; it comes with the territory. You're not a fan of said events, but Rarity thrives on them, both as a means of social interaction with the upper class, and, more importantly, as a way to make business connections. Even in Equestria, the old saying is true: it's not what you know, it's who you know. And Rarity certainly knows a lot of ponies.

"Remind me again why we're going?" you ask her as she secures the loop around your neck and neatly presses your collar back into place.

"Because it's a charity event, dear. Surely you can't object to such a thing."

"No, but I can object to wearing a tux." She scoffs dismissively at your comment, floating a black jacket over to you. Stupid monkey suits. Even with your entire ensemble made by hoof (and horn) by Rarity and her considerable talent, it's still uncomfortable. Maybe it's just you. Still feels like there's a really weak guy trying to choke you, though. Bah.

"I know you're not exactly ecstatic for these formal gatherings, but please, it's for a good cause. The fact that the top business ponies in Equestria will be attending is simply icing on the proverbial cake. You can mope about after it's over, hmm? Besides, I think it makes you look very handsome." She kisses the back of your neck for emphasis and jumps down from her stepladder. Her orange glasses and yellow measuring tape bounce as she lands on the tile with a soft 'clop'.

Ow. Something pokes you in the back of the neck.

"Whoopsie, guess I must have forgotten to remove that pin, heh heh..."

You rub your neck with an annoyed grunt.

"Look, sweetie, I know this is unpleasant for you. I'm not the biggest fan of these events either...well, sometimes. Even you have to admit that some of them have been enjoyable! What was that one a few months ago? The Autumn Harvest social? As I recall, you had quite the good time."

Yeah, because they had free alcohol. And you didn't have to wear a tux. And Pinkie randomly broke into song and single-hoofedly ate half of a four-layer cake. Pinkie isn't allowed at the Autumn Harvest social any more...

"Be that as it may, tonight's event is not something we can ignore. Celestia as my witness, I must have made the outfits of twenty percent of the attendees! Just imagine if I -- if we -- didn't show up! Scandalous! That simply will not do."

Maybe she's right, and you'll end up having fun and chatting with some nice ponies. Stranger things have happened.

"There. See? You look tres magnifique, darling! I am quite the seamstress, if I do say so." she giggles as she looks you over, satisfied with her work. Even though you still feel uncomfortable, it's a far better fit than the last one she made. To her credit, she made your tux as stylish as possible, using only the finest materials. To top it all off, your cuff links are a pair of small, intricately cut diamonds that match her cutie mark perfectly. 'So you can always keep me close', she said. It's a touching sentiment that helps you feel a little better about the whole thing.

"Now, I need to slip into my own ensemble. I shan't take long, I assure you." You're less than sure about her sureness.

"I know I may have just a bit of a history of taking longer than one would consider reasonable, yes, but I promise I won't be more than twenty minutes."

You finally concede and bend down a little to hug her, embracing her tightly against your dress jacket and over-shirt, thanking her for the hard work she put into your outfit. She inhales deeply at the smell of your cologne, obviously pleased at your choice of fragrance.

"My, but you do smell good. What is that, Courtly Stallion?"

"Phoenix Passion," you correct her as she takes another whiff.

"A fiery, burning passion, hmm? I'd say it's appropriately named." You lean in and give her a warm kiss, lingering for just a moment, her forelegs draped over your shoulders. She still has her eyes closed as you pull away, her cheeks blushing. "I swear, darling, it's like you're trying to convince me to bypass the event entirely and head straight for the bedroom."

Well...you wouldn't complain too much if such a thing were to happen. She stares into your eyes with an apologetic look and a soft smile.

"As much as I must admit I wouldn't mind such a thing, we really can't skip this one, I'm afraid. But don't fret, dear, the night is young and so are we. There will be plenty of time for such things afterward. Besides...I may have something in store for you later. Something new?" she arches an eyebrow and her smile turns wry. That could be worth waiting for...

"Now, I've delayed quite enough, I must be getting ready. I'll be out soon!"

Rarity trots off, grabbing clothing from several mannequins -- well, ponnequins -- as she does. Whatever her outfit, you can be sure of one thing: it's going to be intricate, and bordering the edge of practical and gaudy. You don't know how she does it, but she always manages to walk that line between simplicity and extravagance

.

You sit down on a large, comfortable couch a few feet away, mostly to calm yourself down and try to think about something other than her shapely flank and pleasing curves, her luxurious coat pressing against your--

No, no, none of that! Stay focused. There's an event to attend, and you're pretty sure showing up with a raging hard-on making a tent out of your dress pants isn't proper etiquette.

Eventually, your mind shifts to the charity event itself. Something about a massive storm that came out of the Everfree Forest and dropped a tornado on the outskirts of Whinnyta Falls, if you remember correctly. You'd always thought the Pegasi had a good handle on the weather, but it seems that the weather control team in that area was simply over-extended, and things like this happen once in a while. The tornado destroyed a decent number of buildings and caused the deaths of a few unfortunate ponies. So, tonight's event is a charity social to raise funds for the repairs of that area, as well as funds for the affected families. There was a nominal 100 Bit buy-in for the event, which bit into your coin reserves a bit more than you'd have liked, but it's as Rarity said -- it's for a good cause, and that 100 isn't going to break your bank. It may even help the Carousel Boutique in the long run, if she can do her meet-and-greet thing properly.

You wonder who's going to be there that you might know. You haven't seen Rainbow Dash in...well, you can't remember the last time you saw her. She and the girls spent the day together last week, but that was at a pre-determined meet-up spot, and you didn't tag along. Maybe Twilight would attend? If Celestia is there then Twilight would likely show up. Hard to say.

Some time passes as you grab a soda out of the fridge -- a Sparkle~Cola -- popping the lid off with a satisfying hiss. Yet another flavor you never imagined you could possibly like: carrot soda. Thankfully, the flavor is just barely there, enough to linger on the edge of your tongue without gagging you. You lean against the counter and sip away at it, not thinking about anything in particular.

The kitchen clock ticks away loudly in the silence, a stylized picture of Opal sitting in the middle of the ornately decorated time piece. It's only been ten minutes. Sigh.

Against your better judgment, you take the stairs up the second floor to check on Rarity. Perhaps she can use a little help getting dressed? You give a knock on the bathroom door.

"I assure you I'm fine, darling. I told you twenty minutes, didn't I?"

Yeah...but that's a long time...

"I swear, you're like an impetuous child sometimes. A lady can not be rushed! I'll be out when I'm ready, as I said."

You're not sure what you were expecting, but she's typically not interested in outside interference when she's trying to fancy herself up. Any time she's in the bathroom is generally a bad time to try and convince her to do anything she's set against. Not like you had much else to do.

Defeated, you lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling fan, watching it spin around and around. Several minutes pass as your thoughts slip from one thing to another, not really focusing on anything in particular. You find yourself quietly singing a song you've always enjoyed, one that always reminds you home and relationships past.

"It's late in the eveniiing, she's wondering what clothes to wear

She puts on her make-uuup, and brushes her long, long hair.

And then she asks me, 'do I look alright?'

And I say yes, you look wonderfuuul toniiight..."

Your hands expertly play the air guitar along with the interlude. You idly wonder if this song exists in the pony world. And if the singer is named 'Eric Clopton'. Part of you wouldn't be surprised. You hear the bathroom door crack open a little, the light from inside a thin beam of yellow against the dark room and the night sky beyond the bedroom windows. You sing a little louder, wondering if she's paying attention to you.

"We go her partyyy, and everyone turns to see

This beautiful ladyyy who's walking around with me"

The door opens wider, and you crane your neck to see if she's already dressed. The light flicks off in the bathroom, Rarity's form barely visible in the doorway.

"Well? Go on. It's not proper to leave a lady waiting." She says softly, the faint glow of moonlight reflected on her big, azure eyes. You lay back down and look up at the ceiling, closing your eyes as you sing another verse.

"And then she asks me, 'Do you feel alright?'

And I say yes, I feel wonderfuuul toniiight..."

You can hear her walking toward you, soft hoof-falls on the carpet. You know you're not singing it perfectly, your voice cracks here and there as you try to hold a note, but it doesn't really matter.

"I feel wonderful, because I see the looove light in your eyes".

You feel the bed deform as she climbs up and lays near you, resting on her side. Her hair is impeccably styled, with more curls than she normally has, primped and lifted just behind the top of her head. A small, decorative pink tulip is tucked into a curl of hair behind her ear. You notice the thin, gold necklace around her neck -- the very necklace you got her to celebrate six months together. It still looks amazing on her.

"And the wonder of it all, is that you just don't realize

How much I love youuuuu..."

For a moment she simply looks into your eyes. Then, slowly, you pull her toward you, your lips meeting in the most loving, sincere kiss you can manage. No rushing, no undertones of lustful desire. Just you and her, lost in a moment of intimacy that you could never put into words, no matter how hard you tried. The world around you melts away into nothingness, focused only on the here and now, the soft caress of her lips and the gentle rustling of her clothes.

"Where would I be without you?" she asks as she pulls away slightly, nuzzling her nose against yours.

"I ask myself the same thing all the time, babe. About you, that is...you know what I mean." you laugh at your own awkwardness.

"You're so adorable when you're awkward" she adds, laughing along with you. She pulls you back in for another kiss, whispering an 'I love you' in your ear.

"I love you too, baby." you say in turn, kissing her forehead. She smiles at you and holds you tight, running a hoof through your hair.

"Now I really wish this event was on another night. I'd love nothing more than to spend the evening here beside you, darling. I really would. But we do have to go, I'm afraid. You know how important it is."

"Yeah, I know..." you say regretfully.

"Besides, you haven't even seen my ensemble yet. I need your opinion, of course." You tell her you'll let her know what you think and she begrudgingly moves down from the bed, but only after a final, quick kiss. Blue magic surrounds her horn and she clicks on a light, moving over to it and removing the creases from her dress.

"So...what do you think?"

You're not sure what to say. It's just...wow. Your mouth hangs open a little as you search for the right words. Her outfit is something completely unexpected; an elegant, black dress that fits her body perfectly, draping down over her haunches and brushing against the floor slightly. A second layer, starting at the back of her neck and flowing over her back to her tail, consists of a midnight blue, almost silky fabric, ending in skirt-like frills that are lined with gold thread in an intricate pattern. Between each gold weave is a moderately-sized, oval-cut sapphire.

Her hind legs can be seen under long, high-cut vertical slits in the fabric, showing them to be wrapped up to her knees in thick, interwoven black straps decorated with midnight blue highlights.

She is, in a word, stunning. You've seen her in a lot of dresses, outfits and what-have-you in the time that you've known her, but they were typically lighter in color. But this...this is amazing. The dark color of the dress contrasts against her bright, white coat and shiny, perfectly-kept purple mane and tail. Best of all, the blue trim and sapphires bring out her eyes. Even her eyeshadow is different, a darker blue. You are literally rendered speechless.

"Well? You haven't said anything yet. I'm hoping that's a good thing." Her words snap you out of your stupor, though the correct words elude you.

"Yeah...yeah, baby, you look just...I don't even know what to say. You're stunningly gorgeous. Wow."

She blushes under the light, looking down at the floor and biting her lip.

"Why, thank you, darling. I didn't know you'd like it this much, I mean, it was just something I assembled over a few days from a simple idea, it's really nothing special..."

Nothing special? It's god damned beautiful, is what it is. You walk over to her and kneel down, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You know what? It's special to me. You came up with this and stitched it together in just a few days, and ponies wonder why you're in high demand? You're wearing all the proof you'll ever need of how incredible and talented you are."

Rarity smiles at you with tears of joy in her eyes, wiping them with a hoof.

"Thank you, dear. Really, thank you. You've no idea how happy that makes me to hear."

You kiss her horn and stand back up, brushing your knee off.

"Come on, baby. We may as well get going. Like you said, we have all of tonight to ourselves. So let's go enjoy the party. Sound good?"

She nods and grasps your hand between her hooves, kissing the back of your palm.

"Right. Let's make the best of it, darling."

You check each other over once and, satisfied with your looks, finally head out.

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It's a cool, clear night out as you make your way to Canterlot in the back of a pegasus taxi. Even after a few such trips you're still uncomfortable with the method of transportation, it just doesn't feel...safe. You're securely strapped in, yes, but the open air in your face and the uncovered front half of the taxi wagon means you end up holding on to your seat for dear life.

"It's alright, darling, this gentlestallion knows what he's doing. You used to fly in those...what did you call them?...airplanes back home, didn't you?"Rarity places a reassuring hoof on your hand to comfort you.

"Yeah, but those were fully enclosed. And they gave you peanuts and soda." You take a glance over the side, watching the ground rush by several hundred feet below. Probably not the best idea. You tighten your grip on the seat until your knuckles are white.

"I didn't think you'd be hungry already." she replies, covering a smile with a foreleg. She always did find it funny how you hated pegasus travel.

"Not the point, babe. Not the point."

The dark blue pegasus controlling the wagon turns his head a little, his surprisingly strong wings flapping in a steady beat.

"Don't you worry, sir. I've done this plenty of times, and I've only ever dropped three ponies!" Your eyes widen as you imagine the wagon tipping over and dumping an unfortunate earth pony or unicorn to their horrible, screaming deaths.

"What do you mean only three?!"

The pegasus flier and Rarity laugh together.

"Oh...that was a joke, wasn't it?"

They laugh harder, the wagon momentarily dropping a few feet as the pegasus loses his concentration. You're pretty sure your stomach just bounced up into your mouth.

"Obviously he's just joking, darling! Do try to be a little more at ease, would you? We're perfectly safe here. I'm sure mister--" She calls out to the pegasus, "What's your name, dear?"

"Night Owl, ma'am."

"--Mister Night Owl has a good degree of experience with this. Why, his name even fits! So try to relax, hmm?"

"Yeah, I'll try..."

You tuck your arms and legs in as much as possible, feeling like any loose appendage will cause you to go tumbling off into the night sky. Eventually you manage to close your eyes and take a quick nap, the cool air lulling you to sleep. At some point you feel Rarity lay her head against your shoulder, and for the first time it feels like the trip isn't long enough.

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Canterlot is, without exception, always busy. The busiest of days in Ponyville pales in comparison to the slowest day in the capital, with massive throngs of ponies mingling about the buildings and walkways that have been the center of Equestrian rule for the last thousand years. Gryphons and Zebras are interspersed with the crowds, hocking their wares from distant lands and trumping up the claims of their products. Even at night, the activity is hardly any slower. If anything, it seems to pick up, at least with certain business types. Night life in the capital is a thing to behold, boasting the only dance club outside of Manehattan, complete with name-dropped DJ ponies and performers. In a word, it's frantic. A wonderful, bustling city that reminds you of your old life, even if it is viewed through rose-tinted glasses. Even though you're not a fan of crowds or large gatherings, something about Canterlot has always fascinated you.

For her part, Rarity seems right at home in the city. Immediately after setting down in the pegasus taxi (and tipping the flier) she was waving and greeting familiar ponies.She excitedly walks beside you and points out ponies you should know, for one reason or another.

"Oh! That's Prim and Proper, the twins who own a jewelry store in the heart of Manehattan! Such nice girls. Would you believe they once made the crown for the Gryphon emperor himself? Marvelously talented."

A trio of unicorns pass by and Rarity quickly puts on her most refined (and well-practiced) attitude, lifting her head slightly and giving a curt smile. You just roll your eyes after they pass, having learned long ago to not question the outwardly-refined veneer she insists on showing in places like this. She's certainly classy, there's no doubt about it. If ever there was the image of a proper lady in Ponyville, Rarity is it, and you wouldn't have it any other way. It's damn sexy.

You just wish she would show her more genuine side to those who meet her for the first time. To her credit, she never fully seems comfortable with it, and you get the feeling that she does it because she believes it's expected of her, not because she wants to. She certainly never acts like that at home (unless she's being dramatic), and you've come to know the real Rarity as anything but snobby.

"Do be a dear and try to be more sociable, darling. I know you're not exactly in your element here, but it couldn't hurt." she prods you while keeping her smile up.

"I don't really feel comf--"

"Yes, yes, you don't feel comfortable in these situations. I understand! But please, do it for me?" She bats her eyes at you, and you give in with a deep sigh.

"Alright, I'll try to make small talk with everyone I don't know."

"Fabulous! Relax, darling, it's nothing to fret over. They may be simple hellos, but try to think of them as the building blocks of a successful business deal, won't you? You never know if somepony you meet on the street could be your next major supplier one day."

Always thinking of the business. You have to admit, she knows how to get what she's after.

Canterlot's denizens are far more diverse and populous than those of Ponyville, and as such, the number of ponies (and other creatures) who aren't aware of your presence is much higher. You get several puzzled stares as you walk down the road with Rarity at your side, with some vendors ignoring your strange looks and trying to offer you ridiculously high prices on goods. It grates on your nerves after a while, compounded by the five hundredth -- or so it feels like -- greeting in a few minutes.

It's a longer-than-remembered walk to the Royal Ballroom, an elegant, three-tiered building made of white marble and topped with sweeping, golden roofs. There's a crowd of well-dressed ponies hanging around outside, many of them clustered around a somewhat tall stallion with a blue mustache (facial hair seems to be rare in Equestria) and mane, dressed in a black tuxedo and sporting a monocle. Whoever he is, he's obviously somepony to know.

"That's Fancy Pants," Rarity explains, "He's quite the important pony in Canterlot, and thus, the rest of Equestria. I must admit it's been a while since I've seen him, but he's always preoccupied. Absolutely gorgeous wife, too. Though, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen them share any real emotions in public..."

You're suddenly, and oddly, aware of the pink-and-white-maned unicorn mare resting across Fancy Pants' back. She looks at you and strikes a pose, dramatically exaggerating her every movement. She's quite beautiful, taller and more delicately built than the majority of ponies you've seen. Is she...is she striking runway poses? She has to be the pony equivalent of a supermodel.

"Trophy wife" you mutter between your teeth. The modeling pony catches your eye and drapes herself across the fancy pony's back, putting a hoof to her head and lifting a hind leg. What luck! The first attention whore you've seen in Equestria. You almost want to take a picture to celebrate the occasion.

"Yes, so it would seem. Perhaps I shouldn't be so quick to judge, though. Who knows? They may share a great relationship out of the public eye." Rarity quips as you pass a pony in a top hat and ruffled collar. A pair of tall, muscular ponies is standing in the doorway to the ballroom, cordoning off a line with red velvet rope. Bouncers, no doubt. You take your places in line behind a pegasus stallion and unicorn mare, who are noisily talking about somepony or other and the drama with said pony's sister. You choose to block them out and talk with Rarity instead.

"So how long do we expect this one to last?"

She gives a shrug and raises her left foreleg in the air.

"I've no idea, darling, if I'm perfectly honest. No one said we had to be here for the entire event, but we do at least need to stay until the announcement of the funds raised. Still, you should expect a good few hours." You give a less than enthusiastic grunt in reply.

"Oh, chin up now. Perhaps you'll see somepony you know? If nothing else, these kinds of things always have free food."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

The line inches forward. This could take a while.

"They should really give you drinks while you're waiting in line." you grumble, craning your neck to see how far the line stretches.

"I swear, darling, you're the thirstiest person I've ever known!" Rarity replies with a laugh. "Didn't you just finish an entire bottle of cola before we left?"

"Yeah, but the flight made me thirsty..." You see her roll her eyes and put a hoof to her face.

"I'm surprised thirst is the largest of your worries, honestly. You should have seen yourself on the way here, like a frightened foal! I thought you were going to pass out or wet yourself or...something. Next time we'll be sure to get Rainbow Dash to fly us here, then you'd have plenty of reason to be concerned!" she smiles at your wide-eyed expression as you imagine Dash trying to pull loops with you in the back of the wagon. She'd probably do it, too!

It's a good twenty minutes until you're at the front of the line, stopped by the hoof of one of the bouncer ponies. They're both dressed nicely, but their cutie marks -- a barbell and a dumbbell -- make it clear that they could probably beat your ass down if you tried anything funny.

"Name?" the barbell pony asks you, glancing down at a clipboard that he's hovering in a field of orange magic.

"Miss Rarity, with one guest. I believe we're on the list, gentlestallions."

Dumbbell pony looks you over, obviously unsure of what to make of you.

"What are you supposed to be?" he asks gruffly, looking less than friendly. He's a big, thickly-built earth pony.

"A guest." you reply in an equally gruff manner.

"Yeah, funny. Just don't do anything dumb, funny guy. We're here to keep the peace, regardless of breed or gender...or species."

The barbell pony finally locates Rarity's name on the list and unclips the red velvet rope.

"Relax, ya meathead, they're on the list." The barbell pony taps the clipboard on top of the dumbbell pony's head. "Sorry about that, folks, Chunk here isn't so good with the manners. He's the brawn."

"Clearly." Rarity says, stepping forward as you offer your arm to let her go ahead of you.

"Enjoy yourselves!" he calls out as you walks off, clipping the rope back into place.

"I suppose there's a reason they're watching the door" Rarity quips as you walk down the long hallway to a set of large, wooden double doors. "Though their tact could use a little work."

A pair of unicorns give you a polite nod as you approach, their horns flaring with color as they open the large doors.

"After you, my dear" you offer, bending at the waist. Rarity giggles with approval.

"Why thank you, darling! Such a gentleman."

The Royal Ballroom is as impressive as ever, a vast, three-story building with curved staircases leading to each level, decorated with golden trim. The center of the ballroom is a wide-open rectangle with a floor of white marble and gold flecks, touting a stage at one end and a large seating area at the other. Along the sides are a good number of booths set up with information fliers and donation chests, with ponies of all kinds chatting and laughing with each other. A bar sits nestled in the corner of the second level, no doubt serving incredibly expensive drinks. Dotting each corner of the third floor is a pair of private boxes that hang over the side, bright red curtains pulled back. There's a four-piece band on stage, with the centerpiece being a cello that is pouring out a beautiful piece of classical music.

Even after many trips here, it's still awe-inspiring. It's easy to tell why it's been the centerpiece of Equestrian gatherings for almost a thousand years.

"It's quite the sight, isn't it?" Rarity asks rhetorically, taking in the sights. A big smile crosses her face and she bounces up and down happily, ignoring a few ponies who look her way. "Isn't it exciting? We're in the Royal Ballroom again! It's been far too long!" Her joyous reaction is enough to put you in a better mood, returning her smile.

"Somepony like yourself deserves only the finest, honey. I know you love these things, so go ahead, have some fun!" She smiles even wider and jumps up to kiss your cheek, giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Oh but there's so much to do! I haven't the foggiest where to even start!" She grabs your hand with her foreleg. "Oh, but of course! Let's get you a drink before you wither away on me, hmm?" You nod your head and she pulls you along to the far end of the ballroom, smiling proudly as ponies turn to look at the both of you. Though, really, they're looking at her and the amazing outfit she's wearing. A brown unicorn looks her way and drops his glass he was levitating, his mouth hanging open and eyes following her as you walk. The white mare next to him scolds him for his wandering eyes.

That's right, drink it in, fellas you think to yourself, a smug smile subconsciously forming. I can taste your jealousy from here, and it's delicious.

"You're gonna cause half the stallions in here to sleep on the couch tonight" you say quietly to Rarity. She laughs to herself and blushes lightly.

"Perhaps you're right, and this little ensemble is quite the success."

Another mare raises her eyebrows as you pass.

"Ya think? I told you, hon, it looks great on you." You see her tail start flicking back and forth with each step, the long curls bouncing rhythmically. She's obviously just showing off now, putting bit of a seductive edge to her demeanor.

"See? Now you're just being mean" you tease, watching her wry smile.

"Well, if I'm being naughty, then that just means you're going to have to punish me for it later" she replies, biting her lip. You hear a near-by pony choke on his drink.

"I think you can count on that one, babe."

"Mmmm, I'll hold you to that." You reach a long, clothed table where a literal fountain of punch is set up in the center, surrounded by fine glasses. You ladle in a glass for yourself and Rarity and raise your drink in a toast.

"To the Boutique, good friends, and my continuing romance with the most gorgeous, wonderful, talented and charming woman in the world. I love you, baby." You tip your glass in her direction and she smiles again, clinking her glass against yours with her magic.

"I love you too, darling. I'm so glad you came with me tonight. To us!" you both take a drink, surprised by the taste. It's very good, with a flavor you can't quite pin. Almost citrusy, but with a hint of honey. Probably made from those fancy, expensive Whitetail Woods fruits.

You find an empty table and sit down with your drinks, listening to the cellist playing a very familiar piece. It sounds exactly like Bach's cello suite, down to the notes. What are the chances?

The gray mare with pink eyes and a pink bow-tie is obviously very talented, deftly pulling each note from her instrument like it was created just for her. You make a mental note to find out who she is, and if she has any albums you can buy for home.

"Oh!" you hear Rarity exclaim excitedly, pointing a hoof. "See that stallion on the second floor, near the banister? The one with the silver coat and light blue mane? That's Royal Marquise!" You wrack your brain trying to come up with a reason why it would be familiar. "You know, the most sought-after gemcutter in Ponyville?" You shrug your shoulders in response. "Well, anyway, his work is simply amazing! Once, when I was on a gem-hunting trip with Spike, he ran into us and offered me three hundred Bits for this Forestgreen emerald!"

"Three hundred?! Really? For one gemstone?" That's quite the haul, considering that gemstones seem to be so common in Equestria that Rarity can, and does, simply bring home wagons full of them at a time.

"Indeed! He wanted it for a centerpiece he was creating for Princess Luna's return, so of course I accepted. He dropped a pouch of coins right into my hoof then and there. It's been ages since I've seen him."

"What'd you do with the money he gave you?"

"Well, I gave Spike fifty of it, first of all, for digging it up for me. You should have seen the look on his face! He'd never had so many Bits in his whole life. I let him keep as many of the gems as he wanted, too. I swear, he couldn't get a sentence out for a good minute!" she laughs at the memory and takes another drink of her exotic punch. "I took the rest of it and took all of the girls out to dinner, then put the remainder into some expensive, but stunning fabrics. I even had a roll of gold silkweave! Well, until Sweetie Belle and her friends decided to make their little crusader capes from it..."

So that's where they got the capes from.

"Thankfully the store offered to replace the roll at a discounted rate, so there wasn't much harm done. They are quite adorable little capes, though, aren't they? I'm not quite sure if Sweetie's calling in life is fashion, like mine is, but she does show some talent for it from time to time."

"Did Twilight know you gave Spike all that money?"

"Oh heavens, yes! She was surprised, to say the least. I think she rationed it out to him so he couldn't spend it all in one day, but he ended up with some nice gifts for himself." You finish your glass and offer to refill hers, returning a moment later with full replacements.

"How has Spike been handling all of this? He's not very good at hiding his affections for you" you joke, remembering the first time you met him. The fact that he was a baby dragon was odd enough; learning that he had a crush on Rarity was another thing entirely. Rarity laughs softly and nods her head.

"Yes, so I've noticed. He's a charming little dragon and a good friend, there's no question about that. I've always found his little puppy-love crush adorable. You've seen the Heartfire ruby he gave me, haven't you?" You tell her you have, hanging off a ponnequin downstairs. "He has a good heart, and Twilight has raised him very well. As I recall, he didn't take so well to you when you showed up at my side for the first time." She giggles and puts a hoof to her chest. "What was it he said?"

" 'Don't go thinking you can elbow in on my girl!'" you answer with a laugh of your own. "Yeah, he didn't like me so much at first. But like you said, he's a good kid. He's been nothing but friendly for a good while now."

"He'll meet a nice female dragon one of these days, it's just going to take a while. Dragons are quite rare, after all. And ill-tempered. Hopefully he'll be a more considerate member of his species. If you could have only seen him when he went through his greedy phase, he was not exactly the most sociable thing in the world. He'll turn out just fine, I think."

Rarity finishes her glass and sets it down on the table, laying her head against your arm.

"Thank you again for coming with me, dear. While I do enjoy these functions -- most of the time -- I couldn't imagine going without you. I'm not looking forward to having to talk to all of these business types, if I may be honest with you. I'd much rather go with you and the girls."

You grip her hoof in your hand and place an arm around her back.

"Of course I'd go with you, babe. I'll probably be here most of the night, though. Not much to do while you're out conquering Equestria one fashion deal at a time."

"Please, dear, that's small thinking. I was thinking world domination!" She stretches a bit and kisses your cheek before climbing down from her seat. You run your hands along her dress to remove the creases.

"Wish me the best of luck, darling. I shall be back shortly. Try not to eat too much, hmm? Wouldn't want you feeling unfit for later..."

"You know me, I'm always up for a little...excitement."

"Don't I know it?" she teases, giving a little shake of her shapely butt and swish of her tail. With a final once-over, she trots off to start her business dealings.

At first it's not so bad; the music turns more lively as the rest of the band returns and joins the cello-playing mare, and you spend the better part of half an hour talking to a couple who wanted to know about where you came from and what it was like. The food is quite good, too, with bite-sized servings of several dozen different kinds of desserts and dinner items.

There was a brief moment of excitement as the Wonderbolts entered the ballroom out-of-costume, but they were quickly escorted to a private box on the third floor. Finding yourself bored, you finally stand up and start wandering the room, reading over some pamphlets and dropping a few more coins into the donation chests for good measure. A purple earth pony with very distinctive eyes chats you up for a bit, apparently having heard that you can get her in good standing with Rarity. You take her name down and tell her you'll pass it on when you get the chance, to which she thanks you and walks off. It's just like Rarity said: business, business, business.

That black, blue-trimmed dress she's been wearing is certainly garnering a lot of attention, and several stallions approach you to ask who designed it. Their eyes light up when you explain that it is, in fact, her design. Several business cards are stuffed into your jacket pocket and offers of drinks are given, but you politely decline -- If you took every offer given, you'd be pass-out drunk in no time.

You look around for Rarity a few times and see her chatting with some ponies, and she occasionally spots you in return and waves a hoof with a big smile and a wink that says I've got this. She's nothing if not a shrewd business mare.

You sit back down after an hour and a half, your feet already starting to get sore. You slouch down in your chair and let your mind wander...only to have your attention focused on a pair of voices from behind you.

"I told you, honey, if your sister wants to stay with us for a couple 'a days, I'm fine with it. You know she's always welcome" the stallion says.

"I know, but you know how she is. She's always getting into trouble. One of these days she's just gonna have to grow up." the mare replies. They sound familiar...

"Maybe, but ain't no one gonna make her do it. She's gotta want to do it herself, ya know?"

No way. It can't be.

"One day she'll see how selfish she's been."

"And when that day comes, we'll be there for her. Don't worry about it, alright? She's got a good heart under that rough exterior. Now go on, I know you've been dyin' to talk to Octavian. I'll just be here for a bit."

It has to be.

"Octavia, Pipe. Octavia."

Of all the ponies!

"Eh, Octavia, Bass Clef, Ukulele, whatever."

"You're a real charmer, Pipe."

"You know it, babe."

You wait until his wife walks past before going over to see him. Finally, somepony to talk to! He's sitting with his back to you, sipping at some sort of drink. Probably alcohol.

"I can't believe they let your ugly mug in here!" you say as you approach the table. Pipe turns around in his chair, his eyes widening with surprise as he recognizes you. "I guess they're just letting anyone in these days!"

"Well no shit! Of all the guys to run into!" he extends his hoof and you bump it with your fist, slapping him on the back at the same time. "Hey, watch the suit! If I ruined it the wife would disown me. How ya doin', buddy? Oh, hey, take a seat. The wife's busy kissing up to the band."

"Thanks. I'm doing alright, bored out of my mind, though. I've been here for, uh, two hours now, I think. Mostly for Rarity's sake. I'm surprised to see you here, I thought it was mostly for business owners."

Pipe Wrench lifts his glass and takes a heavy swig.

"Yeah, mostly it is, but the wife has a sister who runs a place down the street. Erm, not the one you probably heard us talking about. Different sister. She got us in." Well, at least you don't feel like you were prying now. Much. "I assume Rarity's doin' the meet 'n greet thing?" You nod an affirmative. "Girl's got that 'get up and go' ethic, that's for sure."

Now that you have someone you can talk to, you feel like you can open up a little. Having a guy-to-guy conversation would help clear you mind a little about something. Something that's been on your mind constantly for a few days now.

"Hey, uh, Pipe? Would you mind if I ask you something? I'm trying to get some advice, and you're pretty much the only guy I really know here."

Pipe's demeanor shifts a little, obviously a little curious and concerned.

"Yeah, of course, pal. You can always talk to me, you know that. You want me to grab you a drink? Might help with the nerves a bit."

You're intent on not getting buzzed tonight, but a single drink won't do any harm.

"Sure, that'd be great. Uh, whiskey sour?"

"Gotcha, be back in a minute."

You glance around the ballroom as he leaves. His wife is standing next to the stage, talking with the cello mare -- Octavia, that's the name -- and laughing about something. Rarity is still on the second floor, gesturing wildly at a pair of pegasus mares, no doubt in the middle of some story or other. She's certainly got a lot to tell. Not many ponies can claim they outran a rock slide and confronted a dragon in one day.

Pipe Wrench returns a a few minutes later, carrying a small tray in his mouth, two old-fashioned glasses balanced on top. You grab one as he sets the tray down.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate it."

"Hey, no problem. Ya look like you could use a drink." That obvious, huh? "So, what's on your mind?"

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, grasping your drink between your hands.

"Well, I've been..." you exhale sharply, "I've been thinking of marriage."

"Sorry, pal, I'm taken!" he replies with a laugh. You hit him in the shoulder and laugh back.

"Not to you, jackass! Seriously, though. I've been thinking for a long time now, and I think I may want to propose to Rarity. We've been together well over a year now, and I don't know anyone else I'd rather be with. She's my everything, man." You take a pull of your drink; they make a pretty good whiskey sour here. Though for the price it cost, they'd better.

Pipe slaps your back with a hoof.

"Well hell, that's great! The missus always says you two look good together, and I learned a long time ago to never second guess her, ya know? Heh. So what's the problem? Just nervous about it? I mean, it's a big step and all that."

"Kinda. I mean, I know it's what I want, but I'm just...I dunno. Scared, maybe. She's moving up in the world, ya know? Even now she's up there making connections, and I'm worried I'll just end up slowing her down. Shit, I just work construction. The hell do I know about running a business?"

Pipe Wrench muddles it over in his head, swirling his drink around.

"Here's how I see it: You've been with her for, what, a year now? Just about?"

"Yeah. A year and two months."

"And in that entire time, has she ever said that you're just getting in the way, or that she'd work better without you there?"

"Well, no, but--"

"But nothin', pal. Listen to ya self! The girl's obviously crazy for ya, anyone can see that. You know my wife says she's never seen Rarity happier? It's amazin'. It's like she's found the one thing she was missing. And while I'm thinkin' of it, ya need to stop worryin' so much about the damn business side of things! You make it sound like that's all she cares about."

"But the Boutique is so important to her, and--"

"Ah, ah, stop that! It's just a damn store, my friend. She's may be good at operating it, but at the end of the day she's still a pony with a personal life. Don't you think she's happier with you around?"

"Yeah, of course. I mean, I would like to think so."

"Then what's the damn problem? If it's the job you're worried about, well hell, I'm sure we can look into gettin' ya into place as an assistant foreman or somethin'. And who knows? If this business of hers gets big enough, you can always help her run it. You may not know anything about doing so, but how much did you know about construction before ya got here?"

"Well, some, Mostly designing structural supports for allowing tanks and heavy vehicles to cross rivers on pontoon sections."

"...I have no idea what a single word of that sentence means, but I'm gonna take it you didn't know much in relation to this job, right?"

"Sort of, it involved--"

"Yes or no?"

"....no."

"Okay. So, you didn't know a damn thing about putting together houses or offices or installing plumbing. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Then why would this be so different? Yeah, you'd be learning a whole new profession, and yeah, she may get frustrated sometimes with it, but that's to be expected. It just takes time. Time you want to spend with her, am I right?"

"Absolutely."

"I see no issue here, pal. Just sayin'."

You consider his words and gulp down a big pull of your drink. He does make sense.

"Well I guess that settles that bit...right, so let's say I do go through with this. How does marriage work out here? If I were back in my old life, I'd give her a ring, but, you know...no fingers here and all. Do you ponies, like, do really big rings or something?"

Pipe takes a drink of his alcohol and laughs.

"Yeah, I figure it's probably a little odd from your perspective, huh? I'll tell ya this: When I proposed to Dazzle Drop over there, all those years ago, I was scared outta my damn mind. A million thoughts goin' through my head, but I'm glad I did it. Couldn't imagine life without her nowadays. But to answer your question, there's not really a set-in-stone proposal system like it seems there was for you. It's usually more personalized. You know...somethin' she'd be really fond of, something relateable. Me, I gave the ol' lady a necklace that had a picture from our very first date in a little locket. She wears it every day, you've probably seen it on her." So...something personal. Good to know.

"So I guess it would look silly to have a ring around her horn, right? Heh."

"Probably, yeah. I mean, it ain't unheard of, but you can do better."

"After the proposal...then what? Do you exchange rings -- or whatever-- at the wedding? Say your vows? All that crap?"

"Again, it's personal, bud. You gotta talk it out ahead of time, figure out what kind of ceremony you want and such. I went to my cousin's weddin' last year, and he had this huge procession and extravagant set-up and all this shit. Cost him a fortune, too. Me and Dazzle? We just had a nice, quiet ceremony with some friends and family. Didn't exchange any jewelry there or nothin' like that. She gave me a beautiful pocket watch, yeah, but I usually keep it at home. Too valuable to take around with me. Thing is, it's not a big deal if ya don't have somethin' on ya all the time. You know you're married, the wife knows you're married, it's just...a thing that happens."

You're still nervous about the whole situation, but your nerves have calmed down a bit. It's good to get some answers and perspective.

"Look, pal. Buddy. You've been a good friend since I met ya, I wouldn't steer ya wrong on this kinda thing. If you're serious about this, if you wanna take that big step, then I support ya fully on it, a'right? I got yer back." He pats you with his hoof a few times. "Don't fret too much, just take some time and think about it."

"Thanks, Pipe. I mean it. I just had to talk to another guy about this sort of thing, it's been driving me crazy."

"No problem. The missus and I are always here for you two. Ya may be an ugly human, but your heart's in the right place. Still ugly, though" he laughs.

"Yeah, you'd know all about bein' ugly, Pipe."

"You know it, pal." He raises his glass and you raise yours in return, downing the rest of it in a few gulps, exhaling sharply at the alcoholic bite as it works its way down your throat.

"Seriously, man, thanks. That's a big weight off my chest. I should probably find Rarity, see what she's up to."

"Sure thing. You let me know if you actually pop the question, a'right? I'll see ya on Monday."

"I will, definitely. Tell Dazzle I said hello, too."

You leave your seat with renewed enthusiasm and a feeling a lot more confident. It's still a while off, but you promise yourself that you'll start looking for the perfect engagement....thing. You're not quite sure of the specifics. You just know that it will be done, doubts be damned.

==========

A small set of double doors to your left leads to a balcony and hanging garden, and you step outside for a bit of fresh air. It's cooler than inside by a good degree, just the tiniest bit cold. You inhale the fresh air deeply and clear your mind, wishing you could go home. Oh sure, the party is nice and all, and there are worse ways to pass the time than talking to Pipe and downing whiskey, but you'd prefer to just be back in your bed with Rarity at your side. All of this talk of marriage has put her at the forefront of your mind, and kept her there, a longing that tugs at you like a little puppy when its owner leaves. It's not even a sexual longing -- though you wouldn't complain -- so much as it is a need for intimacy.

You shake your head and laugh at yourself, feeling like it's the first two weeks of your relationship all over again, where every second away felt like a lifetime. If your buddies could hear your thoughts, they'd call you 'whipped'. Well, they can think what they want, you wouldn't want it any other way.

It doesn't help that a pair of ponies are busy making out not twenty feet away, most likely a little drunk, judging by the martini glass sitting next to them. A guard pegasus in shining, gold armor walks by and loudly clears his throat, eyeballing the two kissing ponies when they look at him. They get the hint and walk off, leaving the glass behind. The pegasus mutters something to himself and picks the glass up in his mouth, walking off toward the kitchen area. You want to ask him how long this event is supposed to last for, but figure he's probably not in the most talkative mood.

Back inside, the band has switched songs, something upbeat and waltzy. There are several couples on the dance floor trotting away in synchronized steps -- something you'd never even imagine attempting. Dancing isn't exactly your strong suit.

Figuring Rarity must be on a higher floor, you take the curving stairs up a level, having to stop and hold onto a banister as a pony with a white, oddly-cut mane and huge, pink sunglasses stops near you, escorted by two ponies who look like they stepped out of a David Bowie cover.

"If you need me, zen you know vere you vill find me!" the pony points an accusing hoof at an unseen rival. "And now...I GO!"

The show-off pony quickly spins in place and marches off, passing you by without a glance.

It takes you a few minutes of working your way past (and through) crowds of over-dressed ponies, but eventually you find Rarity up on the third floor, waving to a unicorn whom you assume she'd just finished talking to. She doesn't notice you coming, glancing down at the floor and adjusting part of her dress as it flows over the sides of the chair she's seated in. You come up behind her and run a hand along her dress, startling her for a brief second before she realizes who it is. She laughs with relief as you give her a quick kiss and sit down in a chair next to her.

"Good heavens, dear, you're going to give me a heart attack! You have no idea how relieved I am to see you."

"I think I have some idea. I've been bored out of my mind for the better part of two hours."

She puts on an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry I haven't been down there with you, darling. It's just been...frantic. So many ponies to talk to! Goodness, there's only so many times you can feign interest in some uptight stallion's story! As if they are incapable of realizing you don't want to hear them ramble on for half an hour!" She puts her forelegs on the table and buries her face in them. "I swear," she says with her head still down, muffling her voice, "If I have to hear any more mundane minutiae of the ins-and-outs of stock trading, I'm going to tear a hole in the wall and run out!"

You laugh sympathetically and move your chair closer to her, placing your hands on her shoulders to try and massage some of the tension away, being careful to avoid messing up her dress. You feel her shoulders droop a little as the muscles start to relax in your hands. She lifts her head up and turns to face you.

"The zipper is under the blue layering, if you're wondering. Just, ah, be careful you don't unzip it too far down. Wouldn't want to cause a scene."

"I'd say your dress has caused a bit of a scene already, hon" you joke as you work her upper forelegs with your hands.

"So it would seem. Now, do be a dear and let your hands do the talking, hmm?"

She puts her head back down as you search for the zipper, finding it between layers of silky blue and black fabric. It's surprisingly hard to get to. You manage to get a few fingers into the gap and pull the zipper down a little, just enough to reveal her bare shoulders and part of her upper back. Your thumbs start making broad, slow circles just below her shoulder blades while your fingers grasp her shoulders and rhythmically squeeze along with the motions. The muscles in the area relax noticeably as she lets out a groan of relief.

"That's so very nice, darling. I am so glad you have hands, you don't even know..." she says, sounding half-asleep. Or maybe just incredibly relieved. Or both.

It's surprisingly quiet up here, even the band down below seems somewhat distant, a sweeping melody of a song featuring a soft, hypnotic piano piece and a flowing cello. A mare with a beautiful voice is singing along with it, not really words, just vocalizations. It's an almost ethereal song. Only a few ponies are wandering around your area, and no one stops to give you a second look.

You move your hands up to the area where her neck meets her shoulders and grasp each side firmly, working your hands in and out and gently pulling her back and forth ever so slightly. You take a quick look around to make sure no one is looking and, confident of your brief privacy, kiss the back of her neck, working your way to up to her ear, lightly nibbling it for just a second before going back to massaging her neck and shoulders. She gasps quietly, tensing up for a moment, then laughs into her forelegs.

"You are such a tease, you know that?"

You laugh quietly in return and work your hands down her back, pressing down on a pair of muscles just above her zipper. She sighs as the tension melts away. You sit up a little so you can work the muscles in her lower back, reaching down below the zipper line, feeling her breathing become deep and regular. You get the impression that she'd fall asleep if you kept up the massage for long enough. A smile crosses your face, glad that you could help her ease up a little after a long night.

"Hey babe?" you ask softly. She gives a questioning 'hmmm' in return. "Sit up for a second."

She does so, her eyes half-closed, about to ask you what you needed, only for you to wrap an arm around her waist as you stand up and bend forward, your other hand gently turning her head into yours. You lay a soft, warm kiss on her lips and she closes her eyes, tilting her head up slightly to meet you. It's a long, lingering kiss, as reassuring and comforting as you can possibly make it.

"...I must admit, I was not expecting that." She blushes slightly and rubs her cheek against your own, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much, darling. I've been so concerned with looking proper and making connections that I've completely neglected how you were feeling. I feel just awful about it..."

You brush a curl of hair out of her face and smile.

"It's alright, baby. I'm still here."

She returns your smile and kisses your cheek, sitting up in her chair. Her horn flares with blue energy as you hear her zipper going back up, tucking itself back into place.

"You know, I think I'm quite done with this place for tonight. We've already made our donations, how about we just go home?"

It sounds like the best idea you've heard all night.

"I thought you might agree. Yes, I'm afraid I've grown sufficiently tired of this place, both physically and mentally. A nice, warm bed is sounding very nice right now, for a multitude of reasons. Let's get out of here, hmm?"

You take her hoof as she hops down from the chair, walking alongside you with one of her forelegs around your waist.

"You sure you're alright to walk on three legs, hon?" you ask her, even though you've seen her do it many times before.

"Quite alright, yes. But thank you. As long as one has a semblance of balance, it's really no matter at all."

She lets go for a moment as you walk down the staircase to the second floor, making your way around to the other side to the final flight of steps. Rarity stops half way there, pulling on your jacket.

"Do you think we can listen to this song before we go, sweetie? I do enjoy it" She asks, leaning against a pillar as the music streams from below. You can't possibly say no when she uses 'sweetie' on you. You lean against the pillar alongside her, holding her against your chest. As tired as you are of being here, it is a beautiful piece of music, heavy on the piano with a backing harp. You close your eyes and let the music flow over you, imagining a beautiful, pristine stream in the middle of a forest, surrounded by snow-covered trees, ribbons of sunlight playing off the--

"Well, well, wellll. Look who I've managed to run into."

The forest explodes in a fireball.

Oh no. Oh no. Not her. Not right now. Can't she find a better time? Can't she just disappear?

Rarity immediately recognizes her voice. Well, great, there goes the whole 'let's just go home' thing.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're following me, Rares." The smug voice. That damnable attitude. UGH. You brace yourself for the catfight (ponyfight?) that's surely about to take place.

"Ah, hello, Cash," Rarity is already in her offensive posture, "fancy seeing you here! You know, I could have sworn they kept the trash outside." Yep, catfight.

"Hmmhmm, charming as always. And I see you brought your charming boy-toy with you!" she raises an eyebrow at you. "Hello, boy-toy. So good to see you again."

"Likewise, I'm sure."

"Look, regardless of what you two many believe, I'm not here to give you a tongue lashing...much as I may like to." Rarity's eyes narrow at Cashmere's innuendo. She is not in the mood tonight. This could turn into a verbal beatdown very quickly.

"No, I'm here for the same reason you are, no doubt: furthering my business. The very business that can still be yours! Well, half-yours. I don't suppose you've given it any further consideration? I'd hate to have to drive you out of business, babe."

"As a matter of fact, I haven't even considered it, babe. I swept it under the rug, like every other ridiculous idea you've ever had."

"That's a real shame, Rares. Real shame. You know, I didn't want to have to run you out of town, but you're really leaving me no choice here. In fact, I'll be just down the road from you soon enough. Then we'll get to know each other real well again."

Wait...just down the road. Well, one end is a cul-de-sac, and the other leads down to the corner of Mane and Withers...

...the very building you've been working on for the last two weeks. You've been working on Cashmere's building?! Oh, for cryin' out loud! If you'd known, you would have, oh, caused the pipes to burst in a few weeks, or maybe 'accidentally' left out a bit of important support. Who can say, really?

As it stands, you conceal your surprise. It won't help your case any.

"I'm simply overjoyed at the prospect, I assure you." Rarity rolls her eyes and lifts a dismissive hoof. "Look, Cashmere, it's been a very long night, and I'd just like to head home. If you'd be so kind as to keep the childish barbs to yourself until after I've gotten some sleep, that would be great. Do be a dear and enjoy the rest of the night. Alone."

Rarity starts walking off, but before she can even take a step, Cashmere is in front of her, her green-and-yellow dress puffing out at her sides. It's an odd choice of colors, but it looks decent on her.

"I don't think you understand, Rares. You and I? We were great friends back in the day. Hell, more than friends, just about. We may have had our differences, and still do, but I don't want to see you living on the street. This business that's going up in Ponyville? It's just that. Business. Friendly competition."

Yeah, friendly like a stab wound.

"What I'm offering you, both of you, is a chance to join me, instead of fighting a losing battle. Please, be reasonable, Rares."

"Reasonable?" you interject. "You think selling her business, her very way of life, is reasonable? I think you're just stringing her along, Cashmere. I think that's all you've ever done."

"Well! He can form words into sentences! I'm impressed! You didn't have to think too hard about that one, did you, boy-toy?"

"First of all, I have a name. Second, I don't appreciate you instigating Rarity. She's a grown woman. Far more of a respectable woman than you apparently know how to be." You don't look back at Rarity, but you're pretty sure that earned you a few points with her.

"I know about your history together, Cash. Is all of this really because she wouldn't shack up with you? Is it some deep-seated grudge you're holding? Because, honestly? It's tiring." You lean in closer to her and lower your voice. "You need to let it go."

Rarity shoots you a glance, though it's hard to read. Approval? Worry? For the briefest of moments, a look of surprise crosses Cashmere's face, but it's gone before you can be sure. She laughs bitterly at your accusation.

"Jealousy? You think this is about jealousy? HA! I'm surprised she even told you in the first place. She's hiding more things from you than you can even imagine! No, this isn't about jealousy. This is about me, moving up, and stomping out the competition. It just so happens that Rares here is that competition." Cashmere points a hoof at Rarity. "You can either join me, Rares, or you can get out of my way. I'm sure even your boy-toy here is smart enough to put two and two together and realize that I'm not above being a little confrontational when I need to be."

A little? Rarity stamps a hoof, leaning in and staring Cashmere straight in the eyes.

"You. Do not. Get to call me. RARES. Do you understand that? And furthermore, you do NOT get to call him 'boy-toy'! You know what? This is entirely about jealousy, isn't it? Don't you dare lie to me and claim otherwise."

"Why in the world would I be jeal--"

"YOU would be jealous, Cashmere, because I have what you've never been able to even grasp: stability. I have a wonderful relationship with an incredible man. I have a booming business. I have friends that care about me as a pony, not just as a source of...of...free income! What do you have, exactly? A string of harlots who only cared about you for your money?" Ouch. That's harsh.

"You talk a big game, Rarity. I'll give you that. But then, you've always had a flair for the dramatic. If only that flair also applied to your clothing. Maybe you wouldn't be living in the only store you own in the middle of a town full of earth pony hicks. I moved up to Manehattan as soon as it was financially sound to do so. I'd have thought you would do the the same."

"Ah. I see. So because I live in Ponyville, my business must not be worth my time, or the time of others? Hmmm. Interesting, Cashmere. Will you excuse me for just a second?" Rarity calls out to a gray earth pony in a black tuxedo. "Excuse me, sir? Yes, over here. I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but would you mind telling me who made that tuxedo for you?"

The gray earth pony gives her a confused look.

"Well, you did, Miss Rarity. I ordered it from you a few weeks ago, remember?"

Rarity shoots a sideways glance at Cashmere with a slight hint of a smile.

"Ah, my mistake, sir. Silly me, I must have forgotten! Do enjoy your night!"

Cashmere opens her mouth to say something snarky, but Rarity puts a hoof to her face without looking. She spots a purple pegasus hovering a short distance away.

"Hello, Miss Starshine!" The pegasus returns her greeting, fluffing her multi-layered outfit. "How are you liking that dress? Everything fitting properly, I assume?" Starshine gushes about her dress, going into detail about how she's surprised to see such high quality stitching for such a moderate price. "Oh, thank you, Miss Starshine, it's nothing, really. Just doing my job! You have a good night, now!"

Rarity turns back and faces Cashmere, a big, smug smile on her face. You decide to jump in and add your weight to the fight, unable to resist playing off Rarity's snark.

"You know, babe, I have to say, this tuxedo you made for me is incredible! I've never worn such a fine suit in my entire life. It's a good thing you're such a talented seamstress. How many ponies here tonight would you say you've personally created outfits for?"

Cashmere shoots you a look full of daggers.

"Oh, darling, I couldn't even begin to say! Far too many!" She shifts into her dramatic acting, throwing a hoof over her head and feigning exhaustion. "Why, I must have made individually-designed dresses, suits and tuxedos for a good forty ponies! And wouldn't you know it? Not a single complaint. I even threw in accessories for free. Funny how a little generosity goes a long way, hmmm? I even had time to create this little ensemble between orders. It seems to have been quite the success, hasn't it?"

Rarity steps closer to Cashmere, her face mere inches away, exhaling breathily near the cream-colored unicorn's ear.

"So tell me...Cashmere..."

She has her mouth achingly close, teasingly hovering just above her cheek.

"...how many ponies here tonight are wearing your designs?"

For the first time, Cashmere is unable to come up with a witty comeback. Her mouth moves a few times, trying to force words out in retaliation, but all she can do is step back, a borderline expression of hatred pursing her lips. Rarity retains her confident, smug smile. It's a smile that says you're nothing next to me, and I know it.

"...Alright. Alright, Rarity. If you wanna play it that way, then so be it. I tried to be reasonable," her emerald green eyes flare with anger, "but you're apparently incapable of understanding such things anymore. I can't believe you."

"Simply playing your own game, Cashmere. Go ahead, open your little store. See if anyone in the entirety of Ponyville cares. They know who to go to when they want quality."

Cashmere laughs bitterly, flicking her tail in frustration. She obviously never expected Rarity -- or you, for that matter-- to put up such a fight.

"You're a real piece of work, Rarity. Shame we never worked out, you'd have been a fun lay."

You expect Rarity to snap back about not just being 'a fun lay', but to your surprise, she wraps a foreleg around your waist and smiles.

"Truly a shame, yes. I think my lover here can testify just how much of a 'fun lay' I am, isn't that right, baby? Oh, but I suppose you'll never know what it's like to have someone who knows your every desire, will you?" She clicks her tongue. "Now, if you're quite finished, we have a long night ahead of us. I'll be sure to toast a glass of wine in your honor. And tomorrow morning, when my stream of returning clients come knocking at the door, I'll be sure to ask just how many of them would ever consider going elsewhere. Like a trashy, second-rate fashion outlet down the street?"

"You know what, Rarity? Fuck you. Fuck you and fuck that stupid hole in the wall you call a business!" Cashmere gives both of you a look that could kill, barely-contained rage just begging to come to the surface.

"No, Cashmere, I'm afraid there won't be any 'fucking' involving you tonight." You have to stifle a laugh, placing a hand over your mouth. Rarity never swears, much less when it comes to sexual innuendo! Your laughter only serves to piss Cashmere off even more, and she stomps a hoof in anger, turning around and muttering obscenities.

Rarity can't help but get the last word in.

"Ta-ta, darling! So nice to talk with you again!"

With Cashmere out of sight after a few moments, Rarity places her arm back around your waist and you walk off together, heading down to the main level, past the display booths, through the large doors, and, finally, out the way you came in. After a short distance, away from the crowd, Rarity starts laughing quietly. Your own laughter from the come-back finally comes out, causing her to laugh even harder. In a matter of seconds, you're both laughing so hard you can barely breathe, clutching your side and wiping tears from your eyes.

"You...you have no idea how good that felt" she says as her laugh fades to a cute, refined giggle. "I swear to Celestia, I've been holding that in for an eternity! Thank you for sticking up for me, darling, we were quite the pair!"

"Of course, baby. I wasn't about to let her talk you down again."

"Really, one should not insult others only to be surprised when it results in being insulted back! I realize it wasn't polite, but sometimes you have to be coarse. Especially when some ponies can't get it through the mound of hair on their heads, nevermind thick skulls. Oh YES, that felt so good!"

She looks around to make sure no one is within earshot.

"I know this isn't a very lady-like thing to say, darling, but I am so turned on right now. I swear, if we weren't still in public, I would throw you down on the ground and have my way with you right here and now!"

You laugh in surprise, endlessly amused to hear her talking like this. She's usually not so forward, at least in public. You really can't complain. The part of her from the argument with Cashmere must still be kicking around.

"I'd like nothing more than to take you up on that, babe, believe me. I don't think we could find any privacy around here, though. We're just gonna have to wait until we get home, I'm afraid." She groans in disappointment. You run through the route back to the pegasus taxi station, trying to remember the roads and side-streets. There is a decently empty area a few blocks away...

You continue walking for a few minutes until you reach a large, open park. The entrance is just off to your right, and a little ways past that, in a corner no one would have any reason to check, is a high wall.

You grab her hoof in your hand with a quick "let's go".

"I thought the road back was the other direction, darling."

"Exactly."

She laughs quietly as she realizes why you're making the detour, the two of you nearly sprinting past a hedgerow that leads to the secluded corner. With a final, thorough look around you to make sure no one is coming, you lift her up in your arms and she lets out a surprised yelp, which quickly changes into quiet giggles, overjoyed at the spontaneous show of affection.

"Oh, oh my, I'd no idea you meant to take me up on the offer! You really plan to, don't you?"

You answer her question by pinning her against the wall and wrapping her legs around your waist and neck, kissing her furiously, both of you gasping for air in the brief pauses. She sighs as you kiss down her neck, a free hand reaching behind her for the zipper you were working earlier and struggling to find it. After a few seconds her horn flares with blue magic, unzipping it for you.

"Thank you" you laugh, pulling her dress down so that it reveals her chest and stomach. You immediately start planting kisses on the newly exposed skin and she inhales sharply with delight.

"Of cour--aah!--of course, baby."

Another flaring of her horn and she unbuttons your shirt, exposing your chest.

"Why haven't...we done this...before?" she asks between kisses and small licks, working her way up your neck.

"Someone could still--ha--see us, you know" you say as she pulls your shirt down around your elbows and tosses your jacket to the side, lightly biting your shoulder.

"You know what? I kinda like the thought, darling. It feels...dangerous." She nearly growls out the last word, kissing you for emphasis, sliding her tongue into your mouth and squeezing herself against you. The black weaves around her legs press into your skin. You tilt your head down to kiss her neck, but she's already bent her head down, and you end up unceremoniously poking your eye against her horn. You give a very un-manly "Ow!"

"What happened? Are you okay? Should we stop?"

"No, no, I'm okay, baby, I just..." you laugh at your own clumsiness, "I kinda poked my eye against your horn." You blink several times, your face distorting with the odd sensation. Rarity tries to hold back a laugh but fails spectacularly, smacking her forehead against your chest and laughing hard enough that you almost drop her.

"You know, you never see that in the movies!"

"Oh my, I didn't hurt your feelings, did I? I suppose I should have been more sensitive to my...deadly horn!" she laughs again, pounding a hoof into your shoulder. You can't help but laugh along with her. Maybe laughter is the best aphrodisiac after all.

"I'm alright now, goodness me. Whew. Shall we continue?" You answer her with a smile and a lingering kiss that slowly turns more passionate, not taking long to get back in the mood. She's apparently of the same mind, blue magic flashing on her horn once more. You feel your belt unbuckle and your pants come undone, sliding down around your ankles. She strokes you with a foreleg as you kiss her neck and hike up the hymn of her dress, causing it all to bunch up around her midsection, revealing everything below her stomach.

"I've been wanting to say this all night, darling," she whispers in your ear, "fuck me."

Her raw, carnal language, dripping with lust, absolutely drives you mad with desire. With renewed energy you lift her a little higher up and pull her against you, slowly sliding into her as you slip your tongue into her mouth. Her moan of passion mixes with yours and you brace your arm against the wall behind her, hiking her leg up to go deeper and faster.

"Just like that, baby. Don't stop..."

You feel her grip you tighter, eliciting a groan of thankful pleasure. She feels so amazing you can hardly believe it's happening here and now, your entire world becoming a building knot begging to be released. All of the frustration of the charity event, all of the worry and the drama, simply melts away. You listen to her breath become ragged and halting, mixed with moans and sighs of passion. She's so warm and wet, her coat and skin so soft and smooth, that you can't help but feel like the whole damned event was worth it, just so you could spend this time with her, an impromptu expression of love and lust you never imagined happening.

It doesn't take but a minute for you to feel like you're just about to reach your peak, neither of you obviously going for endurance tonight.

"Come with me, baby?" she asks after a gasping moan, staring into your eyes. You nod and place your forehead against hers, feeling her hot breath on your face. You can feel her starting to reach her orgasm and you thrust faster and harder, leaning against your braced arm and squeezing her tightly with the arm around her chest. She moans loudly, seeming to forget where she is for a second before desperately kissing you. Her high-pitched shriek of pleasure pushes you over the edge, and you come right after she does, your sounds of ecstasy lost in each others' mouths. It hits you like a truck, causing your legs to wobble and almost making you fall over.

With a last few thrusts the remaining waves course through your bodies, leaving you completely exhausted. Despite your best efforts, you're no longer able to stay standing and support her at the same time, and you catch yourself as you fall, dumping both of you in the grass. You lay there beside her, breathing heavily and feeling like passing out. It takes nearly a minute before either of you are able to speak. Rarity finds the strength first.

"That was...amazing. Goddesses, but you're good at this."

You give an exhausted laugh.

"Well...thank you, baby...heh. Not bad yourself. Wow, that was intense."

"To say the least. That should keep us satisfied until we get home, hmm? That is, if you're still able to rise to the occasion then..."

You roll over closer to her and kiss her softly.

"I don't think you need to worry about that, Rares."

"I'm holding you to that, boy-toy."

She laughs at the ridiculous nicknames and stares up at the sky, running a hoof up and down your arm.

"Hey, honey?" you ask her quietly.

"Hmm?"

"What you said back there, to Cashmere...was it true? That you're not worried?"

She takes a few moments to answer.

"Honestly? I'd be remiss if I didn't feel a little intimidated. I mean, she's obviously quite talented at what she does, or she wouldn't be in the position she's in now. It's not that I think she can 'run us out of town', as she put it, but I don't think she's going to simply give up on it. The fact that she's opening a competing business just down the road from our own is, well, a bit worrying."

"Speaking of which, it turns out I've been working on that building for the last two weeks. We had no idea it was Cashmere's future business. At least, I didn't."

"Really, now? Of all the coincidences...well, I suppose there's nothing we can do about it opening."

"I could set the building on fire" you offer. She rolls her eyes and scoffs playfully.

"Nothing legal, I should say. It's looking like we're simply going to have to beat her the old fashioned way: driving her out of business. I must be open in divulging that it's not something I'm looking forward to. She is a very...oh...shrewd mare. Even with the potential clientele and such I've picked up tonight -- and there were quite a few, I'm proud to say -- it's not going to be easy. I've seen her practices first-hoof, I know what she's capable of. It does concern me, darling. But let's just forget that for now. I don't want her on my mind a single moment for the rest of the night. Just you."

"As long as you promise me one thing, baby."

"What's that?" she asks.

"Warn me before you try to blind me next time, okay?"

She laughs warmly and kisses your shoulder.

"Perhaps I should stick some padding up there. I'm going to have to child-proof my horn! I mean, really."

You gradually push yourself back up and take her hoof, lifting her onto all fours.

"Let's go home, darling."

Chapter Four: It's Only Business

You haven't gone insane.

Right now, you wish you would have. Insanity would be infinitely easier to wrap your head around. At least then you could look forward to dealing with real people.

No, you're not insane. You're just lying in a hospital bed, at the mercy of talking horses -- or ponies, rather. Brightly colored, talking ponies who apparently used magic to make you fall asleep. Because that makes so much more sense. As the crowning cherry on top of this whole situation, your legs have been tied down again. At least they didn't restrain your arms this time.

The hospital room is surprisingly quiet right now, much to your relief. No beeping machines, no loud steps of...ponies...coming and going in the hallway. Just a soft breeze flowing in from an open window, occasional gusts fluffing the thin curtains. There's a small tray on a table next to your bed, a glass of water and some sort of green, leafy-looking pile sitting on top. You decide against touching the mystery greens and take the glass, cautiously sipping at it to make sure it really is plain old water. You're still feeling a little dehydrated, but it helps. As you take a drink you notice a small sheet of paper tucked under the tray, written in plain English. Just another detail that you shake your head at in disbelief.

"Please accept our sincerest apologies for having to put you under," you read aloud to yourself, "but it was for your own good. We have vacated the area to give you a little breathing room, and hopefully help you adjust to the changes. I'm sure you have many questions, as do we, but I want you to try and relax as much as possible."

Yeah, relax. That's exactly what you've been thinking since finding yourself in bizarro world.

"Nurse Candy Care has left you a glass of water and and a portion of alfalfa salad. It's simply a guess, as we're not sure what you eat, but water is universal. I will be by in a few hours to check on you, but should you need anything before then, there is a buzzer to your right. One of the nurses will come assist you. I know this transition must be extremely jarring, but myself and my staff will do whatever it takes to help you. Sincerely, Doctor Pulse."

You set the note back down and cradle the glass of water in your hands, staring down at it thought. What the hell happened to you? You wrack your mind to pull together bits and pieces of the last twenty-four hours. It's mostly hazy, but details here and there pop into focus. Some sort of accident, and then you nearly died...and now you're here. The remainder is just flashes and glimpses. Maybe you just need to relax. It could --

"Good afternoon. How are you feeling, son?"

Doctor Pulse. The pony doctor. You laugh to yourself at the ridiculousness of it all. He's calling to you from outside the room, probably doesn't want to alarm you.

"I'm...alive. Uhmm..."

"Well, alive is good, wouldn't you say? I'd like to come in and talk to you, if that's okay. I don't want you panicking."

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead."

"Okay, I'm coming in. It's just me, I promise I'm not going to do anything to harm you."

There's loud footsteps -- hoof steps, you suppose -- as he walks in on four legs. That explains all the people you thought you heard coming and going. You notice his light brown body and dark brown hair, much more of a muted set of colors compared to the pudgy nurse. He has very blue eyes, though. Hilariously enough, he's wearing what appears to be a light green business shirt and black tie, with a white doctor's coat over it, but all of his clothing stops at his midsection.

For some reason, there's a picture of a heart monitor on his...upper leg? Side? You have no idea what it's called on a pony. Jutting out from his forehead is a horn, like you've seen on all those unicorn drawings people make. He even has a pair of small glasses perched on his nose.

"You're not trying to escape through a hole in the wall, I see. That's a good start." He offers you a light smile.

"Yeah..." The reality of your situation hits you again like a sack of bricks. You're not sure what to feel. "I'm really here, aren't I? I'm not imagining a talking pony in a lab coat. It's really happening."

"Indeed you are. You should consider yourself lucky. Had we not found you, you would have likely died of exposure, not to mention your numerous wounds."

You don't say anything in response.

"Look, son, I can't claim to know what must be going through your mind right now, but however strange I may appear to you, I want you to know that I am going to do everything I can to help. You've no need to fear me, or anypony else here. Okay?"

"Okay," you reply with a soft nod.

"Good." There's some sort of blue field of energy around his horn, and your eyes widen as he floats a clipboard over in a shimmering aura of the same color. It's accompanied by the same soft, chiming sound you've heard before. He glances up and sees the shock evident on your face. "Ah, yes, I suppose you wouldn't be used to unicorn magic, would you? Comes in quite handy."

"How...how do you do that?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"Well, it's actually quite simple. I just focus a small portion of my mind on it, and it happens. I could go into the details, but I'm sure you don't want to hea--"

"No, please, I'd like to know. I, uh, I could use a little distraction right now." You sit up in your bed and take another drink of your water. "Man, no one is ever gonna believe this..."

"Hmmm...how to explain. Well, every unicorn has inherent magical powers, though the strength and ability of said magic varies from pony to pony. Basically, there's a magical circuit that runs from the base of the spine all the way to the brain, then up to tip of the horn. Think of it as another nervous system. When a unicorn wants to use his or her magic, like so," he lifts the glass from your hand, rotating it in mid air, "the magical circuit detects the impulses sent by the brain, and focuses the magical energy inherent in the world through the conduit of the horn."

"Like the Force?"

"The what?" The doctor sets the glass back down in your hand with a puzzled look.

"Oh, sorry. Guess you wouldn't know what that is. It's from a movie."

"...Indeed. As I was saying, every unicorn has the ability of basic manipulation and simple multitasking, but advanced magic requires years of study and practice. Even then, each unicorn's most advanced spells are usually related to their cutie mark."

Their what?

"Cutie mark. It shows up on your flank when you discover your true calling in life."

You laugh at the ridiculous name. Cutie mark? Really? That's not very manly.

"Perhaps it's not a 'manly' word for it, but it is what it is. For example, I discovered at a young age that I wanted to help people, be a doctor. So, my cutie mark appeared. It's a cause for celebration amongst our kind."

"Oh, so that explains the magical ass tattoo." The doctor arches an eyebrow at your summary.

"Yes...I suppose one could call it that. My personal spell allows me to tap into the life force of any living creature. In a sense, I can 'feel' your vital signs and sense damage to your anatomy."

"So that's how you were able to heal me?"

"That's correct. At least, partially. Nurse Redheart is adept at mending bones and healing basic tissue damage, hence your ribs and lacerations being mostly healed, but complex injuries are another matter entirely.

That reminds me, while you were asleep, we had her come in and work on your ankle. It should be mostly healed, just be gentle about putting pressure on it for a while."

Doctor Pulse sets the clip board down and sits in a chair next to your bed.

"Ah, I see you didn't touch your alfalfa salad. Not feeling hungry?"

"Not particularly. Though, if I'm honest, I don't think I could eat something like that."

"I see. As I said in the note, it was just a guess. We'll get you a proper meal in a bit. It's good that you've been drinking the water, though, that's the most important thing. We need to keep you well-hydrated, especially since your last drink of water was several hours ago, before we had to use the anesthetic spell on you. Most unfortunate event, that."

Several hours? It didn't feel like several hours passed. Must have been sleeping pretty hard.

You're suddenly hit by an extreme urge to use the bathroom. You never did get to take care of business the last time you were awake.

"Hey, doctor, while I appreciate the chat, I, uhh....I really need to use the bathroom."

"Oh! Oh yes, I suppose you would. There is a bathroom just a few doors down, but before I let you go there -- with an escort, just in case you happen to pass out -- I need to know that you're not going to do anything drastic this time. Understood?"

You nod your head, feeling like your bladder is going to explode at any moment. "Yeah, sure thing. It's still unreal that I'm even here to begin with, but I think I'm okay."

"Alright, I'll let you out of those leg restraints. Nightstick will be outside watching the door, he's been told to escort you should you need to leave the room."

"Nightstick? What's his calling in life, clubbing people?"

Doctor Pulse laughs and shakes his head.

"No, no, I assure you he's quite agreeable despite the name. He's been running security here for years, he's a good stallion. Now, let's get you out of this bed, shall we?" His horn flares with blue magic and your leg restraints slide open "Easy now, one leg at a time. If you feel dizzy or nauseous, just take a second and relax."

Cautiously, you swing one of your legs over the side of the bed. Your bare feet touch the cold tile, surprising you a little. You bring over the other leg, and slowly attempt to stand up. The world feels like it's spinning slightly, but you're able to stand with a slight wobble.

"Easy, now. How do you feel?"

"I feel alright. Kinda dizzy, but it's nothing bad." You stretch your body and raise yourself up to your full height, relieved to finally be out of the bed. As you lift your arms up, you feel the flimsy clothing around you slide to the floor.

"Oh, shit! Uh, I think the clothes don't fit right...sorry." You smile nervously and cover yourself with your hands

"Relax, son, it's nothing I haven't seen before. Well, in different species, but still, no need for such trivial modesty. The garments were temporary. Judging by your reaction, I'm guessing you're not used to being without clothing around others."

"Not really, no. That's kind of taboo where I come from." You try to imagine if everyone back home walked around naked most of the time. Then you realize that the vast majority of people you've seen probably shouldn't be naked. Ever.

"There's no such issue here, but then, you don't have a coat, do you? Are you able to wait a moment? I can bring you something that fits better." As much as you need to piss, you decide that being out in the hallway stark-naked around people -- ponies, whatever -- you don't know isn't the best idea. You tell the doctor you'll wait.

"Very well, I'll be back in a minute."

As he leaves the room you take advantage of your new mobility to check all over your body, making note of your various injuries, bruises, bandaged wounds and scrapes. These ponies must have some damn good medical knowledge, because you could look a lot worse right now. And, most importantly of all, nothing between your legs is missing or damaged.

You take a walk around your room, looking for any sort of personal belongings of yours they may have kept, but there doesn't appear to be any. You'll have to ask about it.

"Ah, here we go!" The doctor returns carrying a larger paper garment. "We keep these on hand for gryphon patients, but they should fit you just fine." Gryphons? Really? This is a weird place. "Once you've tied it up and feel comfortable, you may proceed."

A gray pony with short-cropped gray hair and a muscular build is standing outside the door. You suppress a laugh of disbelief as you look over his security outfit, tie and all. He even has a radio.

"Right, Doc says I gotta watch ya, so just take it nice and slow. Door's just down the hall to the left. If ya feel dizzy or somethin', lemme know."

You make it down the hallway just fine.

The relief is unbelievable.

==========

Several hours pass by, full of questions from you and the doctor both, though exactly what happened to bring you here, to this place they call 'Equestria', is still a hazy memory. You wish you could remember it all, but every time you think you have it, it fades away.

Somewhere along the line they brought you a proper meal: a salad (without alfalfa), a sort of jell-o -- you can't escape hospital jell-o even in another freakin' dimension or world or whatever -- and some kind of spiced crackers with cheese spread. As hospital food goes, it wasn't bad. They even had some cranberry juice to go with it.

During your conversation, you learned quite a few interesting things about the pony world.

There are three distinct kinds of ponies: Earth Ponies, who are supposed to be good at things like farming, mining, and building. They also have superior physical strength compared to other ponies.

Then there's the unicorns you're already familiar with, who control things with magic and have a variety of spells at their disposal. They also seem to have the highest degree of exceptionally intelligent ponies; most scientists and arcane scholars are unicorns.

Finally, there's a race you haven't even seen yet, the pegasuses. Pegasi? They can fly and control the weather, of all things, and are immune to temperature swings. Their vision is supposedly very keen, eagle-like. Makes sense for a race that spends most of the time way above the ground. Speaking of which, most of them live in a city in the clouds. It's...a lot to wrap your head around.

Not to mention the fact that there seems to be some sort of schizophrenic relationship with technology. They have electric lights in important buildings and powered appliances in kitchens, but most light comes from candles or, supposedly, firefly lanterns. It's all very strange. They obviously have radios, since that security pony had one, but no one seems to know what a phone is.

Right now, you'd kill for a TV to watch. Unless you can invent one yourself, it's likely not going to happen.

"Now, there's something I want to ask you" the doctor says, adjusting the glasses on his nose. You lay back in your bed and put an arm behind your head. "The two mares responsible for bringing you to our attention, Miss Sparkle and Miss Rarity, would like to see you. They were present earlier when you, ah, were having difficulties adjusting to your new environment, but they had to leave when you were put under. I know it would mean the world to both of them if you could give them some time. Would you be willing to do that? I don't want to force any visits upon you."

The ponies who saved your life? Of course they can visit.

"Yeah, of course. Anything for them, I owe them my life."

"Specifically Miss Rarity, she's the one who found you in the first place."

"Absolutely, I'd love to meet them. I have to thank them for saving me. I think I've grown used to the idea of talking ponies by now...mostly."

"Very well, I'll let the nurse know. They should be in shortly."

Since you woke up, you've been curious to see who the two mares who saved you are. From the way Doctor Pulse tells it, you would have bled to death had you not appeared in front of one of them. Or died of exposure. Or been killed by a wild animal. Or...well, it's a good thing they found you. You hope your less than enthusiastic response to your new surroundings earlier this morning hasn't scared them off.

You hear the doctor talking to two female voices, but you can't pick up what they're saying. Hopefully it's not him warning them to bring tasers and pepper spray.

"Alright, son, I'm sending the ladies in." Under different circumstances, that exact line would be completely different in meaning. You kind of wish it was.

"Yeah, go ahead."

It takes a few seconds, but you hear a pair of hoof-falls on the floor approaching your bed. For a moment, you absentmindedly reach to your non-existent collar to adjust it. Old habits die hard.

The pair of ponies cautiously walk around the corner, coming into view. They're much more brightly-colored than the doctor, and both of them are clearly unicorns.

"Hi..." the purple one says with a nervous smile, "How are you feeling?" She has big, purple eyes and a dark purple head of hair -- no no, mane. That's the word. There's a pair of different-colored stripes running through it, and some sort of star-over-a-star 'cutie mark' on her upper leg. Flank. Something.

"I'm doing alright, thanks to you. I hear you two are the ones who saved me."

The other unicorn, a white one with a curled, purple mane and tail, takes a step closer. She has strikingly blue eyes that are accentuated by light blue eyeshadow. For a pony, she seems like a very pretty one. Probably high-maintenance. Her 'cutie mark' is even a trio of diamonds.

"That we are, darling. The mare beside me is Twilight Sparkle, you'll find no better unicorn in all of Equestria. Though I may give her a run for her Bits at times." The white unicorn laughs, though it's more of a giggle. The purple one rolls her eyes.

"And this is Rarity," Twilight says, raising a hoof, "She's a great pony, and very generous. She dropped everything she was doing to help you."

You nod politely to both of them.

"You'll have to excuse me if I seem a little awkward, I'm still trying to get used to...all of this." You wave your hands around for emphasis. "It hasn't been easy, as I'm sure you saw earlier. Uhhh, I want to apologize for how I acted. It was just very...unexpected."

"It's completely fine, dear. Why, if I were to wake up in some strange place, surrounded by creatures I knew nothing about, I'd be scared out of my wits! I'd say you've done an admirable job of adjusting thus far."

"Yeah, I think we're all a little surprised that you're not freaking out right now," The purple one says.

"Well, I can't say it's easy, honestly, but it's obvious that I'm never going to get back home if I'm constantly screaming my head off, huh?" You offer a smile to try and make everyone a little more comfortable. "I really want to thank both of you. Really, sincerely thank you. If it weren't for you, I'd...I'd probably be dead right now..." Despite your best efforts to avoid it, sadness creeps into your voice.

The pair of unicorns step closer to your bed, until they close enough to touch the sides.

"You're very welcome. We would have done the same for anypony -- or creature, rather. Rarity here is the one who found you initially, so if you want to thank anyone, thank her." Rarity places a foreleg on the bed's side and smiles gently at you.

"I can't take all the credit, darling. I did find you first, yes, but when I ran to get Twilight she was quick-thinking enough to teleport to Doctor Pulse's office; I can only imagine his surprise. A few of his aides ran to your location with us, and we managed to get you here to the hospital before long."

"But you found me?"

She nods her head.

"So you were the one I felt when I regained consciousness, albeit briefly. I had my hand in your hair, right? Sorry if I alarmed you."

"That's quite alright, darling." She blushes slightly at the memory.

"I want to thank you especially. I...I can't even begin to express how grateful I am. When I was lying on that stretcher, you were the first small sense of comfort I felt. You saved my life." You lay a hand by the side of the bed, palm up. The white unicorn hesitates for a moment, but eventually places her foreleg in your hand. You grasp it gently and smile as sincerely as possible.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rarity."

She smiles back, warm and comforting. For the first time since the incident, everything, for the briefest of moments, feels right again.

==========

Two weeks have passed since the charity event took place. Two long, stressful weeks. Rarity's become increasingly anxious, even if she won't fully admit it, over the opening of Cashmere's shop down the road. It's not really something you're looking forward to, either. There's been quite a bit of talk amongst Ponyvillians lately about the new store, and a lot of it reaches Rarity's ears. More than once you've been listening in to her conversations with clients and heard them mention "That new place opening up soon". As much as you both wish it would just go away, it's not going to. Elegant Expectations is really going to be here, and you're really going to have to fight Cashmere tooth-and-nail for the business of Ponyville.

You've tried your best to comfort Rarity, but she can hear it in your voice and see it in your demeanor: you're just as nervous as she is.

Today is the culmination of all those anxieties, because Elegant Expectations is having a grand opening less than an hour from now. Rarity is worriedly pacing back and forth in the bedroom, talking to herself and fidgeting with her work glasses. You've taken a few days off from work to help her out around the store, and it's clearly been the right choice. If you hadn't been there, she might very well have a nervous breakdown. You've heard about her past episodes from Twilight, how she thought she was going to be shunned from Ponyville for making dresses that were ugly through no fault of her own, how she locked herself inside and had a very melodramatic day.

Fortunately, it hasn't been that bad. Yet. Every day she spends worrying about it, you feel her getting closer to that point. It's a small blessing that the actual business of competition is about to begin -- it will let you and Rarity refocus your efforts and bring some relief to your minds, even if it is just shifting your worries from 'what if' to 'what now'.

"Obviously she's going to have some kind of opening-day sale...if her profit margins from her other stores are high enough she could potentially undercut us by a large degree..." Rarity stares off at nothing in particular as she paces back and forth, over and over.

"Losing money in the short term to secure long-term profits from Ponyville would be an acceptable risk, if I were in her situation...but that means we'll have to run our own sale..."

"Honey?" You try to get her attention. "I know there's a lot to think about, but it's probably not helping either of us to wear a hole in the floor." She perks up and sighs deeply, finally stopping her pacing.

"Come on, we can talk it over before we head out." You pat a spot on the bed next to you for emphasis. She relents and trots over to you, climbing up on the bed and tucking her legs under her. It's just another sign that she's concerned.

"To say that I'm nervous would be a drastic understatement, darling. I know I shouldn't do such things, but all of the possible scenarios are running through my head constantly. I'm trying to go about this without letting my personal pride get in the way; I told you about how the Apple family almost lost their farm over a boast, right?"

You nod, remembering about how the Flim Flam brothers only lost their potential market dominance of Ponyville because they passed out sub-par cider. If they'd given samples from the first barrels they'd produced...well, Applejack wouldn't be around to make visits any more. Neither would the rest of the Apple family, for that matter.

"Situations like that are exactly why I'm hesitant to enter some sort of...price war...with Cashmere's soon-to-be store. I am absolutely certain of my superior abilities as a fashionista, but that quality comes at a premium. I certainly could charge more for my outfits, but...well, you get the idea, dear."

You place an arm around her and move closer, so she's able to rest her head on your shoulder.

"We don't have to go to this opening if you're really that worried about it. Trust me, I'm sure we'll hear from the delightful store owner herself soon enough." Rarity scoffs at the mere thought of hearing from her former friend turned rival.

"Much as I wish we could, darling, it's really in our best interests to see what the fuss is all about. If nothing else, it will let us get some idea of her capabilities. Then we can plan from there."

It's taken a few days of discussion, but you and Rarity agreed to be present at the opening of Elegant Expectations, betting on Cashmere not being willing to kick you out of the store in front of dozens of potential customers. For all of her business savy, she's still trying to break into a market that Rarity owns, and she knows it. Remaining outwardly civil is her only real course of action, which you intend to take full advantage of.

"You want me to make you something to drink, hon? Might help with your nerves," you offer, hoping you still have some bags of tea left.

"Thank you, darling, but I'll be alright. I just want to get this over with. Maybe we can open that bottle of nine ninety-seven pinot noir when we get back, though? Whether it's in celebration or in depression remains to be seen. Either way, a little alcohol would probably be a good idea." You'd much rather it be the former.

"I suppose there's not much point in driving myself mad, is there?"

"I can't think of a good reason, unless you particularly enjoy shouting 'I vant to be alooone!' to no one in particular." You laugh at the thought of Rarity in the fits of melodrama, hoof over her head, in her best impersonation of Greta Garbo. She buries her face in the blanket in embarrassment. Adorable, hilarious embarrassment.

"Ah, yes, I forget Rainbow Dash told you about that incident sometimes..."

You kiss her forehead and stand up, offering your hand.

"Come on, hon. Let's go see what all the fuss is about."

==========

You can already hear the music playing as you step out of the door of the Carousel Boutique, a bass-heavy, driving beat from a set of large speakers blasting tracks from a popular pony DJ. Yet another example of schizo tech at its finest. In the fading light of the evening, you can spot a multitude of colored spotlights swirling around the area.

"Goodness, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear they were opening a nightclub down the road, not a fashion outlet!" Rarity gives you a surprised look, mirroring your own. You'd expected some sort of fanfare, but this is ridiculous.

The music only gets louder as you head down the road. A crowd of ponies is gathered in front of a stage and podium, excitedly talking and enjoying cups of some sort of drink. Off to one side of the stage is a white unicorn with electric blue, two-toned hair and big, purple sunglasses, bobbing her head to the beat and magically manipulating a set of sliders and turntables. Behind the stage is a big storefront, covered by a white tarp with a giant banner reading "GRAND OPENING". Red and yellow balloons are strung up all along the banner, making it feel more like a party than a business opening.

"It looks like she really spared no expense!" you have to yell over the music. "I can't even begin to imagine how much this must have cost!"

"If she has this kind of money to throw at a simple store opening, she's either very confident, or very rich!" Rarity yells back to you, stepping out of the way of a pair of pegasi who are dancing to the music. "Either way, it's not much of a confidence booster!"

You crane your neck to look for any signs of Cashmere, but nothing is immediately apparent. Just a massive throng of ponies dancing and talking and drinking. You find yourself involuntarily nodding your head to the beat; it reminds you of something Deadmau5 would have come up with.

"Well, at least the music is good! Can't fault her for that one!"

"Yes, but music won't pay the bills! We'll just have to see what she's actually selling! Though I must say, I'm honestly surprised that Cashmere isn't front and center right now! I wonder what she's playing at!"

The music dies down as the DJ pony changes tracks, allowing you to talk at a normal volume.

"She does strike me as the egomaniacal type, yeah. I mean, she's obviously around, it's her place after all. Maybe she's just waiting to make some kind of dynamic entrance. Wouldn't surprise me. So...what do we do?"

Rarity scratches her chin with her hoof, arching an eyebrow in thought.

"I suppose there's not much to do but wait, darling. We might as well get some free drinks and enjoy the music, hmm?"

For the better part of half an hour you stick to Rarity's side, chatting with ponies here and there, but keeping Cashmere at the front of your mind. There's been no sign of her, even when you took a peek around the back of the building. Just stacked boxes and extra party supplies. Between a few of the tracks the DJ pony -- fittingly going by the stage name "DJ P0N-3" -- addresses the crowd, pumping people up and taking requests. One of the ponies near the front yells out for a song and she floats a new set of records into place, a big smile crossing her face as the crowd stomps in approval. You make a mental note to look for her album the next time you're in the music store.

"Excuse me for a moment, darling. I believe I may see somepony I know. I'll be right back."

You nod your head and take a drink from your cup, some sort of fruit-flavored beer or ale. It tastes weak, obviously more fruity than alcoholic, but you suppose that getting everyone pass-out drunk isn't conducive to good sales. Getting everyone a tiny bit buzzed, though...that would make them more pliable, and thus more likely to spend money. Kind of genius, really. You wish you'd come up with it instead of Cashmere.

Maybe the Boutique needs a new approach to things...the current way it presents itself is as a high-end, upper-class establishment, which it certainly is. But that might scare away potential customers who aren't willing to drop three hundred Bits on an outfit, even if that three hundred is significantly less expensive than a comparable design in Manehattan or Canterlot.

Then again, the Boutique got to where it is because of its quality and astoundingly good business savvy of Rarity -- and, begrudgingly, Cashmere, at least for the first few years. Maybe you'll bring it up with Rarity later.

The music kicks back up, a track with a base of distorted, cross-fading electronic beats.

"Look who I've managed to find, darling! I found her standing all by her lonesome, and I just had to talk to her!"

The dark pink earth pony with three smiling flowers on her flank waves her hoof in a greeting, smiling politely.

"Oh! Hey, Miss Cheerilee!" you give her a smile of her own. "How have you been? Haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh, you know, busy," she replies. "We've been preparing for--" a unicorn bumps into her and keeps walking, knocking her off balance, "HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! Ugh. Anyway, like I was saying, we've been preparing for mid-term tests and the kids are just a hoof-full to deal with, not to mention all of the papers I've been grading and projects I've been reviewing. It's good that they're learning, though." Cheerilee shakes her head, forcing the issues from her mind. She seems to perk up a little. "Sorry if I'm a little more stressed than I usually seem. Just had a lot on my mind recently is all."

"Yeah, a lot of that going around these days. That's why were here, actually."

Rarity floats a cup to her mouth and takes a sip, pulling it back with a disapproving smack of her lips.

"Well, it's not exactly a white zinfandel, but I suppose the drinks should fit the music and what-not." You roll your eyes at her exacting tastes, remembering full well the time she drank so much 'weak' alcohol that she couldn't get through a sentence without fits of laughter. She hates to admit it, but she's always been a lightweight. You thank Celestia that they aren't serving straight-up vodka or something similar, lest you have to carry Rarity home on your back.

It'd still be kinda funny, though.

Okay, a lot funny.

She continues, "I'm not sure if you're aware of the situation with this new business."

"Isn't it some sort of clothing store?" Cheerilee cocks her head as she asks. "I must be honest, I don't really know much about it. I just heard some friends talking about this party going on near the center of town, and I thought I'd drop by and see what was going on."

"You're mostly right, darling" Rarity adds, "It is a clothing store, of sorts. More like a custom fitting and design sort of location, like the Boutique. In fact, it's very similar. And it just so happens I know the mare who owns it. We're...not in the best of standings."

Cheerilee's expression changes to an apologetic grimace. "I see. So this isn't just a new clothing store to you, it's competition, right?"

"Indeed, much as I wish it were otherwise. Mostly we've come out here to see what we're up against."

"And what have you learned?" Cheerilee asks.

"That she hires expensive musicians so you won't notice the cheap alcohol!" She laughs at the joke and tosses the cup into a trash can several feet away.

"I dunno, I kinda like it," you quip, shrugging your shoulders, getting a laugh from Cheerilee and an exasperated sigh from Rarity.

"Darling, sometimes I swear you'd drink clothing dye if I threw some vodka in it! But yes, joking aside, it's going to be a rather significant event for myself and my charming beau here. My future in Ponyville depends on how we handle it! It's...not been an easy thing to anticipate. If I'm perfectly honest, Cheerilee, I'm quite nervous about the whole situation."

Cheerilee places a foreleg over Rarity's neck.

"You'll be fine, Rarity! You've been here for a good, long while now. Everypony in town knows who you are! I doubt they'll just drop what they know because they had a few drinks and listened to...whatever this music is. I'm not really a fan of it."

"Thank you, Cheerilee. I can only hope you're right. Ponies are fickle, though; a few drinks and some booming music might be all they need. I suppose we'll just see, won't we?"

The music fades out, the DJ pony's voice booming through the speakers instead.

"Fillies and gentlecolts, I want to thank you all for coming out today! Who's having a good time?!" The crowd stomps their hooves and cheers loudly. Except for Rarity.

"Alright! Because we're out here to celebrate the opening of a new addition to Ponyville's fine shops and stores! And, as it so happens, they had the foresight to hire yours truly to provide some fitting music. Say, if the mare opening this place is here, I want her to know I expect fifty percent of the profits to be sent to my house! Just make sure it's sent to me directly, or my room mate will take it all and spend it on bow ties." The crowd laughs, except for one voice that shouts "Yeah, very funny, Vinyl!"

"Hey, relax, Tavi. They're just paying me for music, the grade-A stand-up is free of charge!" She removes her large goggles with a flicker of red magic, revealing shockingly red eyes underneath. They're the first red eyes you can remember seeing in all of Ponyville. It's almost...hypnotic.

"Now, I know you guys and girls wouldn't expect yours truly to DJ for a place called 'Elegant Expectations'. Sounds stuffy and boring, right? That's more of Tavi's kind of scene."

"Stop using me for comedy!"

"Well, I have it on good information that this place is actually pretty cool. Hopefully they sell over-sized sunglasses, huh? Never have too many of those."

Those bright red eyes scan the crowd, a big, satisfied smile on the DJ pony's face. They're certainly very pretty...

"--ouldn't you agree? Darling? DARLING!" Rarity's voice brings you back to focus.

"Hmm? Oh, you were saying something, baby?"

"Indeed I was," she says with an annoyed, but slightly amused look, "though it seems you have other things on your mind at the moment. Shall I come back later after you've had the chance to let her play you like a record?"

Cheerilee giggles at your awkward smile. She obviously finds the back-and-forth between Rarity and yourself to be cute.

"Well, she does strike me as somepony who would be into a little mare-mare-male action..." Rarity's reaction is less than thrilled, and completely expected.

"You...you're in polite company here! Need I remind you? I'm sure Cheerilee isn't interested in your...fantasies."

Cheerilee covers a smile with her hoof.

"Well, she is a very pretty mare, Rarity..." the earth pony adds, a short laugh escaping.

"Sweet Celestia, I'm surrounded by degenerates!" Quietly, she adds, "...though I suppose she is rather striking. You didn't hear that."

The DJ flips her goggles back down and spins a pair of records in the air, twirling them around before neatly putting them into place. Another electronic track picks up as she adjusts her sound system.

"Now, fillies and gentlecolts, the moment you've all been waiting for! Fresh from Manehattan, here to bring you the finest in fashion, the most regal of regalia, the sickest of styles, I give to you the one, the only...Cashmere!"

There's a loud 'bang' as a cloud of smoke envelops the stage, quickly dispersing to reveal the cream-yellow unicorn standing at center stage, an emerald-green dress draped over her body. Multi-colored spotlights dance over the crowd as she gives her audience a smug grin, tinged with that sultry edge she does so well. A set of stage fireworks goes off, silhouetting her against brilliant gold and red streaks. The ponies cheer at the entrance as the music swells.

"...you have got to be shitting me," you say in what can only described as a mix of shock and amazement.

"I'll give her one thing: the girl knows how to make an entrance," Cheerilee adds. Rarity says nothing, her mouth hanging open in the same mix of emotions as your own.

Cashmere walks the stage back and forth, putting a little extra bounce into her tail and haunches. She stops at one end and raises a hoof up high, eliciting another cheer from the crowd, then repeating it at the other end of of the stage.

"Remind me again, is she a fashion designer, or a traveling showpony?" Cheerilee asks rhetorically.

"At this point, I'm not even sure any more," Rarity monotones back.

Cashmere raises up on her hind legs and lifts her forelegs in the air, dramatically throwing her head back. A giant banner unfurls behind her; a pair of red and yellow, cursive C's interlocking with each other, an emerald-green eye in either letter. It actually looks a lot like...

"That...that contemptuous harlot! She stole my design! And here I thought she'd at least have the respect to create her own style of personal logo! UGH!" Rarity stomps her hoof in frustration. "Really, could they be any more similar? A cursive letter, a pair of eyes...it's brand recognition theft! Oooooh, that woman!"

The display continues for nearly another minute, finishing with fireworks shooting into the air. It's all very impressive, no doubt about it. It's a shame Cashmere is such an uncompromising bitch, or she really would be a good business partner. At least, in terms of marketing.

The music finally fades out and the smoke clears. Cashmere trots over to the podium and lifts a hoof in the air.

"Thank you, Ponyville! You're too kind! I take it you enjoyed that little display?" The crowd stomps in approval. "Wonderful! I always say one should strive to make a good first impression, and if I'm honest, this is quite a good one, hmmhmm. Before we get down to business, I have to thank DJ P0N-3 for agreeing to play for the opening of my humble fashion outlet. A little applause for the striking unicorn?"

"I could have sworn we were coming here to see Cashmere, not a recolored Trixie," Rarity complains aloud as she puts a hoof to her forehead.

"Now, I realize," Cashmere continues, "that most of you have no idea who I am. You just heard about this little event going down from somepony else, am I right? Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cashmere, and this building behind me...is Elegant Expectations. My one true love, my calling."

"Besides attempting to ruin her best friend's life and sleeping around, that is..."

"When I opened my first store in Manehattan, four years ago, I had a singular goal in mind!"

"Becoming an insufferable tart?" Rarity nearly shouts.

"Trying to sleep with my girlfriend?" you add.

"That goal, Ponyville...was to create something special. Something unique. You see, I've spent my life pursuing fashion and elegance. In the past, that elegance came at a premium...a premium most ponies could never dream of affording. Well, I set out to change that. It wasn't easy, let me tell you." She lowers her voice and lets her hair fall in front of an eye, working her best seductive, sultry look.

"From time to time, I had to get...dirty. And trust me, guys, when I say that I am very, very good at getting dirty."

A chorus of whistles and cat-calls (pony-calls?) answers her from the crowd. You expected her to work some sensuality into her speech, and so far you've been spot-on. Rarity simply scoffs in annoyance.

"Over those four years, Ponyville, I opened up two more stores: One in Baltimare, and one in Seasaddle. Those stores, along with my first store in Manehattan, have become gleaming beacons of fashion and style in their respective cities. I have always prided myself on offering quality at a reasonable price, and I'd say it's been working so far, wouldn't you? Now, I realize that some of you may already do business with a certain fashion store here..."

"Go on, Cashmere. Say something about the Boutique. I dare you."

"...and I greatly respect that establishment. In fact, were it not for that store, I would not be where I am today. Through hard work and a little luck, I learned the skills that I would carry with me for the rest of my life. So for that, Ponyville, I must humbly say 'thank you' to the Carousel Boutique."

"...wait, what?" you ask no one in particular, not sure if you just heard her right. "Did she just..."

"Yes, I believe she did...very clever. One would be wise to not immediately jump down an established location's proverbial throat. This way, she makes herself seem more...humble. Ha! As if such a word could ever be used to describe her."

Cashmere gives the crowd a wry smile.

"That said, times change. Whereas you may have had no choice but to head to the Boutique for your formal occasions, now you will have another option. I would be remiss if I were to downplay the skill and craftsponyship of the mare in charge of that establishment, for I consider her a true friend and confidant. In fact, I believe she's here in the audience tonight."

Oh no.

"Rarity? Would you care to come up to the stage? I'm sure the fine citizens of Ponyville would be interested in what you have to say."

Oh no.

A set of spotlights swings over to Rarity as the crowd turns to look at her. She smiles and laughs nervously, obviously not expecting to become the center of attention tonight.

"There she is! Come on, Rares, no need to be shy! Come up to the stage and join your old friend Cashmere, won't you?" Rarity shoots you a look of panic, but you don't see a way out of it. You mouth a 'good luck' to her as she starts slowly trotting to the stage.

"This isn't good, is it?" Cheerilee asks.

"Not really, no. I can't see this turning out well. Uh, you have a good night, Miss Cheerilee. I gotta go do something."

Cashmere takes Rarity's hoof as she heads up a small flight of stairs to the stage.

"A round of applause for my friend, Ponyville!" You decide to walk over to the stage yourself, ducking around a crowd of ponies and positioning yourself behind the stage, out of sight. Cashmere doesn't seem to notice you. From your concealed spot you're able to listen on on their conversation.

"What are you playing at, Cashmere?" Rarity asks as the crowd stomps and cheers.

"Playing at? I thought you might want to say a few words in honor of your dear friend running you out of business."

"You...were I a lesser mare, I would slap you where you sta--"

"Now, now, Rarity. Keep the smile up. Wouldn't want to be embarrassed in front of your entire town, would you?"

Wow. Just wow. What an incredible bitch. It makes you pissed off just hearing it, nevermind being there face to face with her. You can't see either of their faces from where you are, but you imagine Rarity must be absolutely seething with anger right now, forcing it behind the facade of a friendly smile

"When this is over, Cashmere," she says quietly as she shakes a hoof with her 'dear friend', "I want you to know that you won't be able to get a job cleaning outhouses in this town."

"Rarity, I don't give a damn what you think, because when I'm done with this podunk little hayseed, I will personally make sure that no one remembers your name. Now, be a dear and give the people what they want. And remember: wild accusations will get you nowhere."

Rarity takes a few steps to the left as the cheering finally dies down, approaching the podium and bracing herself against it as she stands on her hind legs. You wonder what's going through her mind, what she's going to say. She could throw out accusations at Cashmere, but no one else knows her like Rarity does. Coming across as angry and paranoid would do nothing but hurt her business...on the other hoof, she can't give a stellar endorsement of Elegant Expectations, or it would encourage ponies to abandon her in favor of her "friend's" establishment. It's a no-win situation, and you despise Cashmere for putting her through it.

"Yes, well...t-thank you, Cashmere. I believe many of you already know me, but for those who don't, my name is Rarity, and I run the Carousel Boutique just down the road. For several years now it has been the pinnacle of fashion in Ponyville, and I'm...I'm quite happy with how things have turned out. Indeed, you've given me all I could ask for, and I appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you, Ponyville."

The crowd stomps in applause again.

"What Cashmere says is true, we were quite good friends at one point. Obviously the physical distance between us has been an issue, but over the years I've always...always held out hope. Hope that I would see the old Cashmere again, and things could go back to how they were all those years ago..."

You flash back to the box filled with old memories, the pictures of the two mares standing proudly outside the Boutique. It seems Rarity really was hoping for a return to better times.

"Well then, how fortunate that I'm back in town, eh, Rares?" Cashmere puts a foreleg over Rarity's back. You imagine Rarity wanting to throw it off and hit her across the face. Part of you wishes she would.

"Yes, very much so...uh, fortunate, that is. Wh-what I'm trying to say, my friends, is that even though there is a new option in town, one must not forget--"

Cashmere bumps Rarity aside, speaking over her.

"Must not forget about friendship, Ponyville! The very force that has driven Equestria to prosper over the ages, the very force that has banished monsters and defeated enemies of peace. Friendship. Through Rarity's friendship over the years, I have matured both as a pony, and as a business mare. That's why, tonight, with the opening of Elegant Expectations, I promise to show you the fruits of that relationship! Lower prices, better quality, a diverse and exciting selection of styles! These are all the things that Rarity has taught me since I've known her, and tonight, with her beside me, I promise each and every one of you this: I will make Elegant Expectations the best it can be! I will earn your business, earn your loyalty, and yes, earn your friendship!

Will you follow me in this pursuit, Ponyville?!"

This is sickening. The town is playing right into her hooves, and you can't do anything about it.

"You'll forgive me, Rarity, if all of this makes me a little...excited." Cashmere flicks her tail from side to side. "I've always been more of a giver than a taker. Maybe we can find a way to satisfy each other, hmm? I'm sure the gentlestallions here would love to see that..."

More cat-calls. You admit to yourself that you would like to see that, but not under current circumstances. Mostly.

"I'm sure, Cashmere. One shouldn't tease, however, lest they find themselves being...rejected? Oh, but I'm sure you're all too aware of that, aren't you? Silly me."

Good one, Rarity!

"Hmmhmm, indeed I am, Rarity. Indeed I am. One thing you taught me, all those years ago, was how to better yourself in the face of rejection. So, from the bottom of my heart, I have to thank you. I wouldn't be where I am without you. But I'm sure Ponyville isn't interested in our long-winded reminiscing about the old days. They're here to be serviced. So, let's get to servicing, shall we? Between the two of us, I think we could make a lot of Ponyvillians very satisfied."

"Y-yes, quite so, Cashmere. Now, I must thank you for allowing me to speak at your grand opening, but I don't want to impede on your night. So, my friends, I shall take my lea--"

"You're forgetting one thing, Rarity."

"And what's that?"

Uh oh.

"We've been so busy talking about the past that we've neglected the present. Why, we've saved the best for last! You see, friends, Rarity is such a sweet heart, and she's so excited about working alongside myself, that she has decided to offer a FIFTY PERCENT DISCOUNT on personal fittings and accessories tomorrow!"

"I did what?" Rarity asks quietly amongst loud cheers.

"That's right! Fifty percent off every design in her marvelous store! She's even offered to open the Boutique on her day off. Isn't that fabulous, Ponyville? Element of generosity right here. Truly one of a kind. In response to her unheard of offer, Elegant Expectations will be half off as well for the entire weekend! Isn't that right, Rarity?"

Oh, shit.

"...of-of course, heh heh...yes, we shall be open tomorrow, with a...a fifty percent sale. On everything. Even if it cuts into profits for a day, so long as the mares and stallions of Ponyville are happy...thank you. I shall see you all tomorrow..."

"Rarity, ladies and gentlestallions! Now, with that out of the way, what do you say we open this place up for business? Please, enjoy your drinks and some more music, and we'll unveil the store front in just a few minutes."

Rarity hops down from the podium, unsure of what to say or feel. You do know one thing for certain: she's just been played.

"Cashmere, why in Equestria would you--"

"You remember a few weeks ago, Rarity? How you said that there would be 'no fucking' involving me that night? Well, I do believe I just fucked you. Hard. "

She gives a humorless, self-satisfied laugh, leaning in and kissing Rarity's cheek.

"You have a nice night, now. You're going to need your rest for tomorrow."

Cashmere trots off as Rarity slowly makes her way down the stairs.

"Rarity!" you call out to her, running out from behind the stage. You run over and embrace her, but she doesn't say anything. "I...I heard it all. What you and Cashmere were saying to each other. I just...don't know what to say."

Rarity gently kicks a hoof at the ground.

"Hey. Look at me." She slowly lifts her head, but is unable to meet your eyes. She's obviously feeling ashamed. Used. Betrayed.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I should have jumped in or yelled out to her or--"

"No," she says weakly. "This...wasn't your fight. It was between Cashmere and myself. And I lost. Let's just go home."

You leave the booming music and talkative crowds behind, the short walk down the street never feeling so long. Neither of you say a word. When you finally make it inside, she heads straight for the bedroom with soft, echoing hoof falls.

Rarity climbs up on the bed alongside you.

She buries her face in your shoulder, and cries harder than you've ever heard.

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Chapter Five: Perseverance and Complications

It's been a long, sleepless night. Rarity cried herself to sleep in short order, but she's been constantly waking up, her mind too preoccupied to let her rest. As a result, you didn't sleep much either, doing your best to comfort her through the night. You've seen her sad before, seen her upset, but this is way beyond anything you've experienced. She's been tearing herself apart over it all night, despite your efforts, and you feel powerless to help.

You glance at the alarm clock, the glowing hands reading just past five in the morning. Rarity is wide awake next to you, staring out into the pre-morning darkness. You clutch her hoof tightly in your hand while running your fingers through her long, soft hair. It's all you can do to make her feel better.

"I don't know what we're going to do, baby," she says quietly, defeat heavy on her voice. "Half of Ponyville will be expecting us to open today, but I don't have the ability to cover so many orders in such a short amount of time. And with everything half off, I'm going to be losing money on most of my materials...materials I don't even have enough of in stock to work with. I...I never expected such a thing to happen."

Another tear runs down her cheek and you wipe it away.

"I don't know what we're going to do..." she repeats, sniffling hard.

"It'll be alright," you tell her, hoping you sound sincere, "I promise. We'll make things work out somehow. We always have."

"I just feel so...used. I can't believe I let Cashmere manipulate me like that. Goddesses, I'm so ashamed. How pathetic..."

"Hey, don't talk like that, baby. You did what you could, how could you have known she'd pull something like that?"

"Because it's Cashmere, darling. I was fully expecting her to be underhoofed with me, but I'd no idea she would do...that. I think I'd have preferred it if she simply insulted me. But that would have been too simple for her. To think I counted her among friends at one point...and nearly more than that..."

She starts sobbing quietly again, pulling you closer to her for comfort.

"You really miss how things used to be with her, don't you?" you ask, thinking back to the photos again. She sighs heavily and nods her head.

"I do. If only you could have seen her as I did, years ago. Before she became bitter and spiteful. She truly was a good friend, darling. We accomplished so much together, and when she changed it just destroyed me. I think, at the time, I was so focused on the Boutique that the shock of her leaving was less about sadness and more about disbelief. I suppose I just kept it bottled away, and last night after she disrespected me so completely it just sort of...came out.

I'm sorry, dear. I really should try to get over her petty barbs and backstabbing demeanor. I don't know why I'm letting it get to me so."

"It's alright, honey," you rub your nose against hers, "if you need to get it all out, then you do just that. I'm here for you."

"Thank you, darling. You've no idea how much that means to me." She hugs you tightly and sniffs back a tear.

"I suppose we should start focusing on how we're going to handle today's unexpected business. Needless to say, sleep isn't something we're going to get much of. I'll need extra rolls of fabric, and we'll have to use a minimum of gems on each design, and--"

"Hey, we can worry about that later, alright? I think you've done enough worrying for now, hon. Are you sure you don't want to try and get some sleep? I can set up your studio for you, I've seen you do it a few times before."

"I appreciate the offer, darling, but I'm of no mind for sleeping right now. I just...heavens, I don't know. I really don't know."

"I do know one thing for certain," you tell her in an attempt to brighten her spirits, "we're going to need a lot of coffee."

Despite her mood, you manage to get a light laugh from her. It's a small victory, but it feels good.

"Indeed we are. By the end of the day nopony's going to want to come by, lest they come face-to-face with a caffeine-addled fashionista at her wit's end."

"I'll be sure to keep the sharp objects away from your reach." Another soft laugh. At least you're making progress. She wraps a foreleg around your waist and lays her head against your chest, listening to the sound of your breathing. You wish she would feel comfortable enough to drift off to sleep, like she's done in this position so many times before, but it's not meant to be. There's too much on her mind, too many doubts and fears.

It hurts to see her like this, a deep, terrible pang of guilt and helplessness in the pit of your stomach. Even though it was, as she said, her fight, you can't help but feel like you've failed her. Your instincts as a protector and a provider scream in protest every time she cries, berating you for not doing more to prevent this situation from happening in the first place. But what could you have done? Rarity was trying her best to keep up appearances, something she's done many times before. It comes with the territory. Jumping up on stage and yelling at Cashmere would only have ended badly for you and Rarity both. It really was a no-win situation. Cashmere had her petty revenge.

You wrack your mind to come up with some way to help her feel a little better. It doesn't need to be anything big and dramatic, just some little thing to put her mind at ease and relax for a little while.

"Where are you going?" she asks as you start climbing out of bed, sadness tinging her voice.

"I'll be right back, okay? I promised you I would help you feel better, and I'm going to do just that," you answer, leaning down to give her a kiss.

She closes her eyes and rolls over in the blankets, leaving you to make the short walk to the bathroom. Once there, you shut the door and turn on the faucet to the large, jacuzzi-like bathtub, making sure the water reaches a nice, hot temperature, but not overwhelmingly so, before pushing the plunger down to plug the drain.

As the bathtub fills up, you retrieve a pair of large, vanilla-scented candles Rarity keeps in a small storage closet, lighting them with a match. The wicks flicker to life, small, brilliant points of light. Their minimal glow is enough to see by once you turn out the lights.

Rarity's ears perk up at the sound of the running water, and she turns to look at you over her shoulder. You offer her a smile and bend down to her eye level.

"I thought you might enjoy a nice, hot bath, honey. Would that be okay?" She nods her head and returns your smile with a soft one of her own. She removes the blankets and starts slowly climbing out of bed, but you stop her before she can jump down. "No need for that, I have a better idea."

You scoop her up in your arms, cradling her back and hind legs, her forelegs wrapping around your neck.

"Really, darling, you didn't have to do this for me," she says as you walk to the bathroom.

"Maybe I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I know it seems like there's a lot to think about, hon, but for right now, I just want you to relax and be yourself. Does that sound good?"

"Would you join me?" she asks.

"Of course. Wouldn't have it any other way."

"Then I think it's a marvelous idea, darling. Thank you. Really."

You lift her up slightly and give her a kiss, shutting the door behind you with your foot. You test the water to make sure it's not too hot and, satisfied with the temperature, cut off the flow before the bathtub overflows.

"Oh, is that vanilla? How thoughtful. To be honest, I'd forgotten I had those in there to begin with. Dreadfully expensive things, I tell you."

It takes a bit of balancing to lift your leg over the rim of the tub while keeping Rarity in your arms, but you manage to climb in without too much trouble. The water is hot enough that you have to ease yourself in, almost, but not quite, like a hot tub. Rarity gasps slightly as the water touches her skin, but soon adjusts to the heat and closes her eyes as you let yourself get fully submerged up to your necks. You rest your head against the backing wall, propping it up with a small pillow she keeps next to the faucet. Rarity places her head between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply to clear her head.

"I must admit, darling, I'm pleasantly surprised. This isn't your sort of...thing. The bath-and-candles bit, I mean." She adjusts her body so that she's lying against your side, her long, purple mane and tail flowing freely in the water. She has to push a length of it out of the way so you can get an arm around her.

"I guess it just shows I can still surprise you, huh?"

"Indeed. I hadn't expected something so...well, I hesitate to use the word 'feminine', but..."

"Eh, I can suck it up if it'll help you relax. I mean, is it really that feminine if I'm naked in a tub of hot water next to a beautiful woman? Mare. Whatever. I don't think it is."

"When you put it that way, I suppose not," she giggles softly.

"If I start doing this by myself while crying into a tub of ice cream, then you might have reason to worry." She laughs at the mental image and exhales with relief, obviously feeling a tiny bit better.

"I know I already said it, but thank you. While the worries of the coming day aren't completely gone, they're at least pushed back for the time being."

"Of course, hon. It worries me to see you like that. Just relax, alright?"

For a while neither of you say anything, content to simply enjoy the warm water and pleasant smell, and the comforting embrace of each other. The lack of sleep and pleasant sensations eventually lull you to sleep, a welcome break from an already complicated morning.

You awaken shortly after, maybe twenty minutes, thankful for the fancy tub's ability to keep water magically heated, at least for a while. You look down to check on Rarity, being careful to avoid waking her up or poking yourself on her horn. Sure enough, she's still asleep, tucked into your shoulder with her mouth hanging slightly open. It makes you feel better to know that you can put her mind at ease, even for a little while.

You lay your head back against the small, comfortable pillow, letting your mind wander. Thoughts of home -- your old home -- creep into view, glimpses of old relationships and distant, fading locations. A specific memory replays, a similar situation with your first girlfriend, almost five years ago. Deep in the throes of your first 'real' relationship, with a pretty girl with dark hair and blue eyes. Michelle.

It was long-distance, and you always heard that those kinds of romances never worked out, but you tried your damndest to make it work. She was two states away in Arizona, an aspiring teacher in the midst of college classes. You'd met her on a message board, of all places, where your common love of gaming, food, and so many other things had turned a once-weekly gaming session with mutual friends into multi-hour webcam chats and phone calls nearly every day.

Eventually, you tentatively agreed to meet, using your position in a well-known hotel chain to get expensive suites for a fraction of the price. You even bought a suit just to make a good first impression.

The first few days you were with her were frantic and incredible, a blur of laughter, fine restaurants, games, and sex. For the first time in your life, you knew what it was to be wanted, and it was wonderful. She was all you could have asked for.

So, every other weekend, you took a good chunk of your salary and made the expensive flight up to see her, hoping and praying that the distance between you wouldn't be the end of everything you'd worked for. For your three-month anniversary, you bought her a beautiful, silver-and-gold bracelet, the first gift you'd ever bought for a woman who wasn't your mom. She was overjoyed, and promised you she would do anything to have you in her life. You spent part of the last night with her in the over-sized bath tub, where she lit several scented candles and simply laid there with you. You wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world.

Then, less than a week after the pure elation you'd felt with her, it was over. She became more distant during your online gaming sessions, saying little to nothing one night. When she simply logged out without returning your 'I love you', it felt like a lead ball had dropped into the pit of your stomach. You desperately hoped it was just temporary, but deep down you knew bad news was on the way.

That night, early in the pre-dawn hours, you received a text on your phone telling you to check your email. In that email was a single line:

"I'm sorry. I can't be with you any more. Goodbye."

Three months, and she didn't even have the common courtesy tell you to your face, or even over the phone. A fucking email. An email with a single line of text. That's how much you ultimately meant to her. You spent nearly a week in a deep depression, and it was the last relationship you'd have before joining the Army a few months later.

And now here you are, lying in a bath tub with someone you love. A woman who cares deeply about you, who would do anything for you, and you for her. It doesn't even matter that she's a pony, she's who you love with your very heart and soul. Back when you'd first started dating, you wondered if it would end like that first girl, a short stint of love and lust that would only end in heart break.

But as the months passed by, then a year, you realized that Rarity was different. She was, quite simply, everything you could have hoped for, and still is. Through the good and the bad she's been by your side, more caring and generous than anyone you've ever met, and more intimate and loving than any girl you've been with. Any and all thoughts of an abrupt, terrible break-up vanished months ago. The only time you doubted it was your fight with Rarity the first night you met Cashmere, but even that passed eventually.

You hope this crisis will as well. You just want it to be over, but it's obviously not going to be easy. Cashmere has thrown the first punch in what will, no doubt, be a long, hard fight. As long as Rarity's with you, though, it feels like you can take on anything.

Funny how it took a pony to show you that.

Rarity fidgets and opens her eyes, fluttering them a few times to clear her vision.

"Oh, my. How long was I asleep?" she asks, still sounding only half-awake.

"Not too long, maybe half an hour," you answer, clearing strands of wet hair from her face. "I kinda dozed off myself."

"Goodness, we must have been tired. I feel...better. I can't really describe it, but I do. Perhaps I did just needed to get my mind off things for a while, hmm?"

She strokes a hoof down your chest for a few moments, stretching her hind legs out and shifting her position slightly.

"You know, baby," you say, "If someone would have told me a year and a half ago that I would be in a long-term relationship with a purple-haired pony soon, I would have probably laughed in their face. Funny how things happen, huh?"

"It's almost as absurd as somepony telling me I would be in love with a human that popped into existence in front of me one day", she replies, both of you laughing at the bizarre set of circumstances that brought you together. "For what it's worth, darling, I'm very glad you did. Now I have a man who is literally and figuratively one of a kind."

"Well, you did kinda save my life, hon. I've just been repaying you this whole time," you answer with a smile. "The water and candles are free of charge...figuratively. I know you paid for those candles and stuff. So it's not actually free of charge for you, just for me, but...I'm just gonna stop there. Heh heh."

She smiles at your continuing awkwardness.

"I'd say it's money will spent, darling. This time with you has been ever so relaxing. Perhaps we should do this again some time?"

"I think I'd like that. We'll just have to find a place that sells cheaper candles."

"Hmmhmmm, quite so, darling."

She spends several more minutes next to you, lost in her own thoughts. You can't help but wonder if she ever thinks about old relationships, of broken hearts and broken promises. She's never really talked about them, only mentioned them in passing. Maybe she just doesn't care to bring them up. She's got you, and that's all she cares about.

A small bit of water splashes over the side of the tub as Rarity stands up with a wobble, trying to keep her footing on the slippery surface. You grab her foreleg as she swings a pair of legs over your body, straddling your stomach and placing her forelegs on your shoulders. Her long, wet hair falls against your chest, hanging down in great, purple curtains over her ears. She attempts to blow a length of hair out of her face, but you help her before it can become an issue.

She doesn't say anything, simply gazing into your eyes with her own -- those big, beautiful blue eyes that are so much more expressive than yours could ever be. Then, slowly, she leans forward and presses her lips against yours in a long, loving kiss.

"I must confess, dear, I wish I had more energy right now. We could certainly make our morning more interesting..." She leans back and seductively brushes her hair aside. "...but if I'm honest, I don't think I could make it through a session!" You laugh in agreement.

"That's alright, hon, I don't think I'd be able to, uh, perform sufficiently right now anyway. But I know what we can do. Hear me out, this is going to blow your mind."

"Oh?"

"How about we...go to sleep for a few hours. Much as I'd like to try and get little early-morning fun in, I think sleep is probably the better idea. We're gonna need the rest if we wanna make it through today."

"You would prefer sleep over sex?" she laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. "Who are you and what have you done with my man? But yes, I think that's a grand idea, darling. Besides, if I stay in the water any longer, I'm going to turn into a pony-sized raisin. And my hair! It's going to take ages to curl it again."

Her horn flares with blue magic, bathing the dark bathroom with brilliant light as she floats a pair of large, white towels over, hovering them just beyond the rim of the tub.

"Perhaps if we're still able to move after all is said and done, we can catch up on lost time, hmm?"

That sounds good to you. You prefer to think of it as motivation.

"Come on, darling. If we're lucky we can get a good three hours before we have to prepare the boutique."

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The shortest three hours ever. Or at least that's what it felt like. The damn alarm rang so loud in your ears you wanted to throw it against the wall. Rarity groaned and shoved a pillow over her head in protest. Not really the best start.

Over the next half hour, you prepared the store for business, hauling out reserve ponnequins and prepping Rarity's work room for a busy day. Her stack of materials and rolls of fabric were twice their usual size, thanks to a quick trip to the her supplier's shop. A wide selection of pre-made saddles, dresses, and all manner of outfits line the walls downstairs, so that those who don't want to bother with custom fitting can simply pay for what they like.

Her ever-fussy morning attitude was in full effect, and you decided it would be best if you simply made yourself useful doing something else while she arranged the store the way she likes it. You kept yourself busy making a pot of coffee and preparing a quick breakfast of eggs and diced potatoes, which you both ate while doing other things. It took some time and effort, but the Boutique is as ready as it'll ever be.

"If only I had another hour!" you hear Rarity shout from the bathroom. "I must look like some sort of ruffian. One can not rush beauty!"

"So I've heard, dear. Don't worry about it so much, I'm sure you look fine." You've been trying to convince her to come out for the last five minutes, knowing that it's a losing battle.

"Darling, if you could do me a favor? Head downstairs and change the sign to 'open', would you? We might as well get this proverbial show on the road. Let's just hope it works out in the end."

You tell her you will, giving yourself a quick once-over -- dress shoes, black slacks, a belt with Rarity's cutie mark emblazoned on the buckle, and a light blue dress shirt with a black tie. You haven't worn it in months, but everything still fits properly, and you look much more presentable this way.

You make your way downstairs, fidgeting with your tie, and open the front door...

...to reveal a line of ponies literally around the corner. The first few ponies in line start asking you questions immediately, but all you can muster is a weak 'just a moment' before heading back inside. You run up the stairs and knock on the bathroom door.

"Baby, you may want to hurry, I just looked outside and there must be thirty ponies in line already!"

"Thirty?! Goodness, I didn't think they would be here this early...very well, start letting them in. Keep in mind we can only handle a limited number at a time! Ten at most! I'll be down in a minute!"

You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what is likely to be the busiest eight hours of your life.

==========

"Please, mister Quills, I will be with you shortly! I'm afraid I'm already helping another customer at this moment!"

It's been three hours since you opened the store, and if your nap was the the three shortest hours you've ever experienced, these have been the three longest. You silently curse Cashmere for putting you and Rarity through this. You've had to honor the half-off offer Rarity was 'convinced' to give, and even with the increased number of sales the store is bleeding money at an alarming rate, mostly in the form of expensive materials that most certainly can not be bought for the same discount, as much as Rarity pleaded.

One of the ponies in the store makes his displeasure known, complaining bout having to wait so long to be helped. You rush over to him and apologize, explaining that it's just the two of you.

"If you're going to make such an event known, then you should at least be prepared for an increase in business! What kind of store is this, anyway? I thought Rarity was supposed to know what she's doing!" You have to resist the urge to hit him in the face.

"Rarity does know what she's doing, sir. It's simply going to take some time to get to everyone, so please, I must ask for your patience."

"My patience? I've been waiting for fifteen minutes! Forget it, I'm going to that place down the road instead. I'm sure they at least had the presence of mind to have more than two employees..." The complaining pegasus grumbles and trots out the door. Rarity spots him leaving and gives you a questioning look, which you answer with a shrug of your shoulders and a mouthing of 'sorry'. He hasn't been the first to storm out, and likely won't be the last. Just another way Cashmere's been fucking you over all morning.

You lean out of the doorway and shout "next customer, please!"

A familiar, sky-blue pegasus trots in, stepping out of the way of a pony who is busily fussing with a pair of scarves.

"Hey, I heard you guys were busy, but sheesh! What happened?"

"Rainbow Dash? Oh, wow, haven't seen you in a while. Uh, long story, trust me. How have you been?" You quickly take your place at the cash register, ringing up a winter hat and a striped scarf for a tan unicorn.

"I'm okay, dude. It doesn't look like you and Rarity can say the same, though." She points a hoof at Rarity, who is busy arguing with a purple earth pony over a frilled saddle. "I just wanted to stop by and see what was up, and she always hates it when I fly through a window, so I had to wait outside."

"Wasn't the last window you flew through still closed?" You remember replacing the glass yourself.

"Well, kinda. I guess. I mean, it shouldn't have been closed to begin with, but you know how it goes. Anyway, what's with the crowd? I've never seen it like this."

You ring up another order while you talk to her, "Like I said, it's a long story. Let's just say we weren't really prepared for this. I, uh, don't suppose you've been by that place down the street, have you?" You've only heard bits and pieces of information from customers about Elegant Expectations, and you're really hoping to get something concrete.

"What, you mean Elephant Excretions?"

"...Elegant Expectations, Dash."

"Whatever," she says dismissively as she tries on a red and blue knit cap before making a sour face and tossing it back into a pile. "But no, can't say I have. I'm not really the fancy dress type, ya know?"

"Really? Because Rarity has several photos that prove otherwise," you say with a smirk. She blushes bright red, a new hat dangling from her mouth.

"Yeah, well..." she stares off with an annoyed expression,"that stuff is lame anyway."

"Oh! Rainbow Dash!" Rarity calls out with a squee of delight, running over and embracing her friend in a hug.

"Uhh, hi, Rarity..."

"Oh, darling, it's so good to see you! We've been dreadfully busy this morning, as I'm sure you can tell."

"Yeah, he told me you guys weren't expecting this or something."

"To say the least. To be honest, Rainbow Dash, this wasn't..." she leans in closer so none of the customers can hear her, "...wasn't our idea. Cashmere forced us to do this as part of some underhoofed nonsense."

"Cashmere? You mean one that owns Exploding Eclairs?"

"Elegant Expectations!" you and Rarity say at the same time.

"Whatever! Jeez."

"Yes, quite so, Dash. She is not as agreeable as she seems, believe me. She and I have quite the history together...but, long story short, she's showed up once again to attempt to ruin my life."

"Oh...wow, that sucks. I wish I could help you guys out, but I don't know a flying feather's worth about making frilly dresses and crap. I mean, I could try!" Dash picks up a roll of fabric and starts biting at it. "Jusht gotta get thingsh the right size firsht and..."

"No!" Rarity yanks the roll of fabric out of her mouth and sets it behind the counter. You've seen the pictures of Dash's 'self-designed' gala dress before, complete with a helmet that looked like it belonged mounted on the hood of a car.

"I mean, heh heh, that's quite alright, Rainbow Dash. But thank you for the offer! That actually gives me an idea...would you mind flying over to Fluttershy's place for me? Ask her if she'd be willing to help out in the shop. We'll compensate her, of course! We could definitely use the help, I'm afraid."

"Yeah, sure, Rarity. Hey, maybe I'll see you tomorrow, after you get done being all frantic and stuff."

"I'd like that very much, darling."

"Cool. I'll drop by some time." She sticks a hoof out to you, bumping your fist. "I'll see ya later, dude. Good luck!"

"Thanks, Dash. See ya 'round."

She starts flapping her wings and bolts for a large window on the second floor. Rarity yelps in surprise and manages to throw it open before there's yet another window you have to replace.

"Heh...oops. Sorry, Rarity! Musta forgot."

Rarity lets out an exasperated sigh and puts a hoof to her face.

"I swear, the last thing we need is property damage on top of what we're already dealing with."

==========

Twenty minutes pass while you wait for Fluttershy to show up. Another customer decided to bad-mouth you over the fact that she couldn't get a saddle in the exact fabric she wanted, making a scene in front of the crowded store. It hasn't been a good day.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but Rainbow Dash said Rarity wanted me to come by..."

Rarity literally runs over and tackles Fluttershy in a hug so hard they're both sent sprawling to the ground.

"Thank goodness you're here, Fluttershy! I wasn't sure if Dash would actually pass the message along at all!"

"I would have been here sooner, but there was a squirrel on the way here that looked sad, so of course I had to help him out. Poor dear, he was lost." You facepalm behind her back. Of course she had to.

"Think nothing of it, darling! We have been absolutely swamped today! I was actually hoping you might be able to help us out and be an extra employee today, if you don't mind. Oh, we'll compensate you, of course! I wouldn't dream of asking you to do this for free! I know you've always had an interest in fashion, so you wouldn't be completely lost here. Would you mind, Fluttershy?"

"Well, um..."

"Please? PleasepleasepleasePLEASE? For me?"

"I...I can help, sure."

"OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" Rarity squees with delight and kisses Fluttershy's forehead several times. "You are a lifesaver, darling! Now, if you'll come with me to the back, I can catch you up on all of this nonsense that's been going on." Rarity floats her yellow tape measure around your neck. "You'll be fine by yourself for a few minutes, won't you, dear?"

"I think I've got it, yeah," you reply, holding the tape measure at arm's length and looking at it like it's some sort of weird, alien creature. "I think..."

Thankfully, no one asks you to take their measurements while Rarity's gone. You doubt you could anyway. You're not entirely sure you know the difference between a croup and a dock and a gaskin. Might make for a funny design, though.

"So she's doing all of this to ruin you?" you hear Fluttershy coming back with Rarity. "I know you and Cashmere didn't have the, um, best of moments when she came back a few weeks ago, but this is outright cheating! Are you going to be okay, Rarity?"

"I shall persevere, darling. I always do. It's just taking an extraordinary effort today, one that is simply beyond myself and my dearly beloved to handle. Thank you so much for agreeing to help me. Now...if you'd like to pick a customer to help, be my guest. I trust you still remember the basics?"

"I think so. I'll just go find somepony..."

It only takes a few minutes for that somepony to start arguing with Fluttershy, obviously trying to use her meek demeanor to his advantage. For a day where everything is half-off, there sure are a lot of douchebags to deal with. You can hear him bitching about the quality of a suit he ordered. You're a little shocked when Fluttershy starts tearing him a new proverbial asshole.

"I paid over one-hundred bits for this suit, and it's not even stitched properly! How am I supposed to wear this?!"

"First of all," Fluttershy steps closer to him, suddenly more assertive than you can recall her being in a long time, "this suit is cross-stitched, just like it should be. If you're going to claim that it should be Breton-stitched, then please, show me how it's wrong. How would you Breton-stitch a suit to begin with? The inlay would be uneven and prone to tearing if you did such a thing."

No matter how many times you hear it, her knowledge of obscure fashion surprises you every time.

"Well, I..."

"Well nothing! If you're going to call my friend's work 'garbage', then I'm going to defend her. Is that clear?" She leans in and eyes him sternly. You suddenly hope you never make Fluttershy angry.

"...sorry, on second thought, it's just fine, I'm sure. I just over reacted."

"Good! You can pay for it at the counter," she replies with a big smile. You have to hide your laugh as the complaining pony heads your way. He pays without a word and leaves.

"Um, that wasn't too mean, was it?" Fluttershy asks, lowering her head. You give her a big smile and say, "Not in the least. I could take some lessons from you about dealing with idiots."

"Oh, he wasn't an idiot, he was just misinformed is all." She trots to the door and asks for the next customer. You take the opportunity to head to a back office area, eager to take a short break after rushing around for the last four hours. Sitting on a desk next to a book filled with financial information is a sandwich, carefully wrapped in parchment paper. There's a note written on top of it:

"Thank you for helping me, darling. I made you a quick sandwich whilst I had a free moment, it should hold you over until later. Xoxo"

It brings a huge smile to your face, which grows even larger as you open it up to reveal a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich. It's a small gesture that means the world to you. That she would even think of doing something like that in the midst of an insanely busy day makes you feel simply overjoyed. You whisper a quiet "thanks, baby" and grab a drink out of a bucket of ice, a nice, cold Sparkle~Cola.

While you eat you take a look through the financial records book, where Rarity keeps an impressively accurate account of all of her expenditures, income, and bills. The last several weeks show a gradual increase in income, with a sharp spike over two days as the initial rush to obtain outfits for the Autumn Harvest Social brought in repeat customers and a few new ones.

And then...there's today's. Once an hour she's been running back here to jot down notes for the full evaluation after the store closes tonight, and so far they don't look very good. There's two notes written in the margin: "Not enough Chiffon", and "losing money on all designs over 60 bits". All designs over 60 bits would be...most of them. Not good.

"Darling? Are you back here?" Rarity pokes her head around the corner, adjusting the orange work glasses on her nose. "Ah! There you are. We've had a brief moment of respite, it seems. Fluttershy volunteered to cover the counter while I came back here for a bit."

You rush over to her and pick her up in a hug, squeezing her tightly and giving her a quick kiss.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," you tell her.

"Probably as relieved as I am to see you! Sweet Celestia, this has been ridiculous today, hasn't it? I'm glad you're in good spirits, dear. I was afraid I'd come back here to see you banging your head against the desk."

"Well, I had half a mind to, until I saw your little gift for me. I'm going to lose man-points for saying this, but I almost wanted to cry when I saw it," you laugh, squeezing her tight again. You feel recharged already, thanks to her. "I'm constantly reminded how you're the element of generosity. I love it."

"I try my best, darling. I wasn't sure if you'd notice it, but I'm ever so glad you did. I had a spare moment about an hour ago, and I know neither of us has eaten since that quick breakfast this morning, so I thought I would help you out to the best of my abilities." You sit down in the chair with her on your lap, carefully avoiding her horn lest you poke your cheek for the second time today.

"Thank you, honey. I appreciate it more than you can know." You give her a kiss and she smacks her lips.

"Mmm, strawberry. Quite the good choice on my part, if I say do so."

"Speaking of which, I've only taken a few bites. Here..." You tear the sandwich in half and hand it to her, which she accepts with a smile. She simply grasps it between her hooves, not bothering, or too tired, to use her magic. She rests her head against your neck, and you spend several quiet, relaxing minutes together, eating your half of the sandwich and passing the Sparkle~Cola between the two of you.

"It's a good thing you convinced Fluttershy to help us out," you say, breaking the silence.

"Yes, quite so. She's such a dear, I'm fortunate to have her as a friend. Her surprisingly knowledge of fashion continues to amaze me. Kind of makes me wonder what else she's so interested in, but she's such a timid thing that it's hard to get her to talk about herself."

"Usually timid. Did you see her handle that stallion?" Rarity giggles and nods her head.

"Oh heavens, yes! I was trying very hard not to laugh in front of the other customers! That assertiveness training really paid off in the end, once she learned when and how doing so was appropriate." She finishes the Sparkle~Cola and tosses it into a garbage can, along with the parchment from the sandwich.

"We just have to stick in there a little longer, darling. Just a few hours and we can close up and relax. I really must think of some way to thank Fluttershy for her help."

There's a sound of soft hoof falls on the carpet as Fluttershy nervously pokes her head around the corner.

"Oh, um, I'm ever so sorry if I'm interrupting you, but there's somepony here who wants to talk to you..."

"Think nothing of it, darling. Do you know who it might happen to--"

"I know you're back there, Rares! Why don't you come say hi to your old friend?"

Oh, god damnit. You and Rarity look at each other, an unspoken agreement that this will not be allowed to stand. She hops back down and walks out with you in tow, Fluttershy ducking out of the way of what she feels will obviously be a bad situation. Rarity storms up to the counter, shoving an accusatory hoof in Cashmere's face.

"You have quite some nerve showing up here, Cashmere, you know that?" Cashmere laughs and flips her hair from her eye, not in the least concerned.

"What can I say, babe? I've never been one to lack a backbone. More than I can say for your pegasus friend back there. How are you, Fluttershy? Long time no see."

"I'm...I'm okay..." Fluttershy lowers her head and tucks herself into a corner.

"You leave her out of this, you wretched excuse! To think that that I once thought we could be friends again. Ridiculous. You showed what kind of a mare you are last night."

"The kind that pulls one over on a self-important white unicorn who couldn't even work her way out of a bad business deal? Ha! Ask me how much I think of your opinion, Rarity. Go ahead, ask me."

"How about this?" you say, stepping closer to the bitchy unicorn's face. "You leave right now, and we won't have to throw you out again."

"You hardly have room to speak, Prince Valiant. Rarity's knight in shining armor, a stranger from a distant land, come to save the beautiful princess...except you couldn't design a lunch box if it was handed to you."

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough, Cashmere. So I'm going to put it very simply, because you obviously have trouble with multisyllabic words: Get the fuck out. Right now."

"Whoa, whoa, easy there, cowpony. You can ride off into the sunset with your wench soon enough. Oh, speaking of which, how are those profits going for you? I imagine losing money on your very expensive designs has to hurt the coin pouch."

"That," Rarity shouts, "is none of your concern! You've done quite enough to try and ruin me thus far, and I shall not stand here while you insult us yet again! Why did you even come here, Cashmere? To gloat? To rub it in our faces? Yes, you managed to stab me in the back. Congratulations. I'm sure that will be a of immense comfort when you're lying in your bed alone tonight. Perhaps your friends can help you with your store tomorrow! Oh, silly me, you don't have any friends. Because you're an unrelenting bitch."

"Hmmhmm. You can swear at me all you like, Rarity, but at the end of the day there's really no way you can win. I would love to see how much money I've cost you in just one day. You're still as pathetic as you were six years ago, you know that? You never amounted to anything without me."

"I. Have heard. ENOUGH!" The shout comes not from you, or Rarity...but Fluttershy. You turn with a stunned look, only to see her zip past your view, stopping mere inches from Cashmere's face, hovering with her eyes locked at the unicorn's gaze.

"I have sat here and listened to you belittle my friends, insult their business, and doubt their resolve. And for what?! So you can get some sick thrill from it?! You want to know what Rarity's accomplished? I'll tell you. She faced down a dragon. She attacked a manticore. She banished an evil goddess and defeated the very embodiment of chaos and disharmony. She saved the life of a complete stranger. She committed herself to him because she cared about him. She risked life and limb, time and again, not because she had to, but because she wanted to! Because she has people and ponies who care about her, and she cares about them! She has done more in a few years than you will ever accomplish in your entire, selfish life! You are nothing compared to her!"

Cashmere stares at her for several seconds, mouth agape with surprise.

"You listen to me, pegasu--"

"GET! OUUUUT!!"

"I will do no such thing! I don't care how loud you sh--"

She doesn't get the chance to finish the sentence. Before she can even react, Fluttershy picks her up with a loud growl of annoyance, flies through the open door, and unceremoniously dumps her into a mud puddle. She rushes back in and slams the door behind her, huffing deeply with adrenaline and emotion.

"F...Fluttershy?" you ask, unsure of what you just witnessed. It was...unexpected. To say the least.

She exhales heavily and sets back down on her hooves, tucking her wings against her side. She immediately stares down at the floor and flattens her ears.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I just couldn't...." she sniffs back a tear, "...couldn't let her insult you like that any more. Either of you. She's not a very nice pony."

Rarity rushes to her side and embraces her, running a hoof through her hair to comfort her.

"There, there. It's quite alright, Fluttershy! There's nothing to be sorry about! You were amazing! I can't believe that was actually you! Goodness, you were so...assertive! And furthermore, you stood up for your friends and didn't let her get the best of you. It was wonderful. Thank you, Fluttershy. I really mean it, thank you."

You echo Rarity's sentiments, giving her a genuine, heart-felt thaks.

"You...you're sure? I don't know what happened. I, um, haven't been that angry in a long time. I don't like to feel like that...but I'm glad it helped you, Rarity."

You sit down beside them and gently place a kiss on Fluttershy's forehead. She blushes slightly and gives you a shy smile.

"Oh, well...th-thank you. I just wanted to help my friends."

Rarity nuzzles her cheek and hugs her as tightly as she can.

"There's only a few hours left until we close, we should probably reset the store in case another group of ponies comes by. Once this passes, would you like to stay for a while? I'm sure we could all use some relaxation. My darling dearest here is quite the cook, if I do say so."

"That sounds lovely, thank you," Fluttershy replies with a smile.

"Right, come on, ladies. Let's finish things up around here."

==========

It's a long, busy four hours, but eventually the last customer leaves. Rarity flips the sign to 'closed' and sinks down against the wall with a sigh of relief.

"And that, as they say, is that."

"Thank god, if I had listen to one more complaint I was going punt someone through the damn roof." You plop down on the couch and sip a cold beer, pressing it against your forehead to cool the sweat. Fluttershy says nothing, simply exhaling softly and trotting over to the other side of the touch.

"That was the longest day I've experienced in years. I think I'd rather be shot at. Again."

"Cashmere has it coming for this one. Big time." Rarity spits out her name like it's poison. "I know what she was hoping to gain from this, but all in all, I don't think we've lost too much money. All of our accessories were purely profit, minus the cost of materials, anyway. Celestia knows we sold enough hats and scarves and such. Custom dresses and suits, however...that's another matter entirely."

You grab another beer from the bucket next to the couch and hold it out.

"Care for a drink, hon?"

"I'm not usually a fan of beer, but yes, I think I'll take one, thank you." She floats it out of your hand and pops the cap off, taking a long swig. Her face contorts at the slightly bitter taste, but keeps drinking anyway.

"Fluttershy?"

"Oh, no thank you, I don't drink beer. Just wine. Once in a while."

Rarity pours Fluttershy a tall glass of juice from a carafe, which she gladly accepts.

"Do be a dear and make room, darling." Rarity hops up on the couch between you and Fluttershy, and the three of you enjoy your cold, refreshing drinks. You survey the Boutique's business area, now a mess of discarded accessories, ruffled outfits, and knocked-over ponnequins.There's a big area of muddy hoof prints where some of the customers didn't bother to wipe before coming up, and several rolls of fabrics and textiles are draped over one another in a rainbow of disorganized colors.

"Next time Cashmere makes an 'offer' in front of me to the rest of Ponyville, I'm going to tell her to shove it down her throat."

'I'm sorry you had to do this, Rarity," Fluttershy says, putting a hoof on her friend's shoulder. "She had no right to do what she did. I understand why you couldn't just tell her no, though...a lot of ponies were expecting you to do what she said. At least you won't have to run into that situation again, right?"

"I most certainly hope not, darling. I feel like a foal for even letting her take advantage of me in the first place. But...at least it's over."

"She may have won the battle," you quip, "but the war's just begun."

"Quite so. I do hate to be, oh...scheming, I suppose is the word...but we simply can not let this transgression go unpunished! Later, that is. I believe I crossed my scheming threshold three hours ago." Rarity motions at a record player sitting on a small table . "Darling, would you mind putting some music on?"

"Not at all," you reply. "Let's see here...Octavian Quartet, Dubtrot -- probably not that one right now, I take it --, Mournful Melody's greatest hits..."

"Octavia sounds wonderful."

The sound of a beautiful, sweeping cello suite flows out of the record player, a relaxing piece of classical music backed by a harp, a mournful piano, and a violin. No matter how many times Rarity puts it on, you always find something new to enjoy about it. It's like Bach was ponified and recorded his greatest work for Equestria.

"Such a lovely melody," Rarity says, closing her eyes and letting the music flow through her. "I want to thank the both of you for helping me today, I appreciate it more than you can know. You didn't have to, but you chose to, and for that I am in your debt."

"Oh, Rarity, you're not in anypony's debt," Fluttershy says with a hug, "we helped you out because we wanted to, because you're our friend."

"And because we love you," you add.

"When Rainbow Dash told me you wanted to see me, I knew you had to be in trouble. I've seen the Boutique busy before, and you've always handled by yourself somehow. That line around the door, though...that was a little unexpected. I wasn't at Cashmere's party last night, so I wasn't aware of what she'd said. I, um...I think I made it clear how I felt about her pushing you around, though..."

You and Rarity laugh together, wishing you could see Cashmere being dropped into the mud again.

"Yet another reason why we should keep you around, dear! Perhaps you can be our bouncer," she giggles and tosses her empty bottle in the trash.

You sit and chat for the better part of an hour, Fluttershy and Rarity energetically telling you about the time they faced down a giant, red dragon...only to have Fluttershy defeat it with the power of kindness. You're less than surprised when she tells you that Rarity tried to make off with several thousand bits worth of jewelry around her body.

Fluttershy volunteers to help you in the kitchen as you prepare dinner, adding her own suggestions for the meal. You mentally check off "connoisseur of fine dining" from your list of things Fluttershy is surprisingly good at. It ends up being a pasta dish of egg noodles, soy sauce, vegetable oil, sweet-hot sauce, cilantro, and, per her suggestion, orange zest and a few spoonfuls of freshly squeezed orange juice, all tossed together. It's a lot better than you thought it would be, a nice mix of flavors you'd never have thought of combining.

After dinner and more stories, Rarity breaks out a bottle of wine, popping the cork with her magic and pouring three glasses.

"You know, I've been saving this particular bottle for several years now. It's a nine-ninety-seven pinot noir, from a quaint little winery up in the Frostvalley Meadows area. Gorgeous scenery, darling, we'll have to go there some time." She floats a glass to you and Fluttershy, keeping her own in the air while she climbs back up on the couch. "We'd intended to drink this last night, Fluttershy, but I'm afraid I was in no mood for it. I was...quite distraught. I haven't felt that bad about myself in a very long time."

"I understand, Rarity. I would have been sad, too, if my old friend did something like that to me. It must have been terrible."

"It was absolutely disgraceful, is what it was...that said, I suppose it all worked out in the end. I can't think of a better way to christen this bottle than sharing it with the love of my life and the best friend I've ever had. To us!" Rarity raises her glass in the air.

"To us!" you and Fluttershy echo, clinking your glasses together before taking a sip of the fancy wine. "Oh, wow, this is really good." You run your tongue over your lips, tasting subtle flavors with each sip.

"I really must agree, darling. Ruby and Cabernet run the best winery in the local Equestrian area, if I do say so. I should pay them a visit some time, they're such dears."

"So, um," Fluttershy cautiously asks, "I don't think I've heard you talk about the first time you dated. I mean, if you want to share, that is. I understand if you don't, since it's personal and all..."

"Don't be silly, darling, of course we can tell you about it. I didn't think you were curious about such a thing, or I would have told you earlier."

"I didn't really want to intrude..."

"Think nothing of it, dear. So...our first date. Where to begin...hmmm...darling, perhaps you can start off?"

You rub your stubbly chin, trying to determine how best to tell the tale.

"Well, it was about, oh, a year and three months ago, now? I think so, anyway. It was about three months since Rarity had found me on the edge of the Everfree Forest. I spent an entire month healing in the hospital, and every single day she would come by and see how I was doing. It's funny...I was hesitant to talk to the other ponies, but for some reason I found it really easy to talk with Rarity. She just had this...way about her. To this day I couldn't put words to it if I tried, but she struck a chord with me. She was so genuine and fun to talk to once I got past her formal exterior."

"Which I've tried to keep to a minimum these days," Rarity adds. "The formal exterior, that is. At least where appropriate. It's still quite useful for social events and such."

"Right. So for just over a month, she visited me and brought me little gifts. The first thing she ever brought me was this little stuffed bear she'd stitched together, a white one with red ears. I'd told her that I used to sleep with it as a kid, and she thought it would help me feel better to have it again. I still have it to this day, next to the bed."

Fluttershy smiles sweetly at the story.

"That was very nice of you, Rarity. I didn't know you could make stuffed animals."

"I'm not the best at it, darling, but what he described was simple enough. I made a few sketches until I was happy with the design, and put it together over a few days. I even wrapped it up in a little red bow. It was simply adorable."

"You have no idea how much that bear meant to me," you tell Fluttershy, "I would have probably had it with me in the Army if they let me take it! So to get one just like it, from this incredibly caring and friendly pony who took it upon herself to visit me, no matter what, was just...well, if I talk about the bear any longer I'm gonna start tearing up. I'm such a softie inside, sheesh."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling!"

"I know, baby. So anyway, yeah, after a month the doctor finally gave me a clean bill of health...but I really had nowhere to go. For a few months I stayed with Twilight in her library, but I really felt like I was intruding there, ya know? There's just enough room for her and Spike. Back then, no one in Ponyville knew me, so I was afraid to go outside much. I felt like a freak. Probably looked like one, too." You take a few sips of your wine, finishing the glass. Rarity refills it for you and urges you to continue.

"Needless to say, it wasn't a very happy time in my life. I was still really trying to get home, and Twilight spent many hours in that library looking for a way to do so. She looked into trans-dimensional teleporting, alternate world theories, all kinds of stuff I couldn't begin to wrap my head around. She told me she could even work with time travel to a very limited degree, but the last time she tried it, her future self gave her past self a nervous break-down. Or was it her past self doing it to her future self...anyway, yeah, there wasn't really anything she could do. We even went to the Princesses for help, but that's a story for another time.

I managed to land my current construction job thanks to Pipe Wrench, maybe three our four weeks after leaving the hospital. Again, complete 'fish out of water' experience. Getting shown up by a unicorn half your size is kind of embarrassing...no offense, babe."

"None taken, darling."

"Once I started getting paid, I decided that I would do right by those who had done right by me, and I started repaying them for their generosity. It took just under two months, but I bought Twilight an entire shelf of vintage books she'd been dying to get, and I helped construct a second stairway that led to her astronomy wing. The structural integrity left something to be desired at first..."

"You mean Twilight tried to walk on it one night and fell through." Rarity adds, covering a giggle.

"...Yeah, okay, I admit it, it wasn't that great of a staircase. I did fix it eventually, though! At the same time, I was trying to repay Rarity. She kept insisting that I didn't need to buy her anything, but I was stubborn and told her that I had to make amends somehow. So, we ended up taking a trip to her supplier's shop, and I let her pick out anything she wanted."

"You should have seen the fabrics I was able to buy, Fluttershy! This absolutely gorgeous gold chiffon and a stack of regal purple silk! Some of my finest work came from those materials, I can tell you that for sure. Some of it went into your gala dress last year, actually."

"Oh! So in a way, he was responsible for part of my outfit?"

"Indeed he was, darling. I can't believe I never told you, must have slipped my mind."

Rarity refills her own glass and tops off Fluttershy's, leaning against her friend's shoulder as you continue your story.

"Between her hospital visits and my continued insistence on helping her out, we became very good friends. I stopped seeing her as a pony, and started seeing her as the wonderful lady she was, and still is. I have to admit, the transition from finding her attractive as a pony with a personality to finding her attractive as a potential romantic interest, was...a little hard to get used to. I mean, you have to understand: where I came from, ponies aren't sentient. Or magical. Or really what one could describe as 'attractive', unless you're some sort of weirdo who finds horses sexy. They're labor animals.

Here, though...ponies are basically people on four legs. It took me a long time to get it through my head that all of my biases from my old life served no purpose here. After all, you've all got distinct personalities and character traits, you've all got very human flaws and problems, and you worry and stress and live it up just like humans do.

So, yeah, crossing that threshold took a while, but it helped once I realized that I probably wasn't going back any time soon. And to be fair, Rarity is a stunningly gorgeous pony. I feel like I hit the jackpot with her, if you'll pardon the phrase."

"Oh, darling, you're embarrassing me!" Rarity's cheeks blush a bright red, trying to conceal it behind a drink from her wine glass.

"Hey, I just call it like I see it, baby. You're one sexy mare."

She blushes even harder, sinking down into the space between the cushions and Fluttershy's forelegs.

"Anyway, for one final act of kindness, I wanted to take her somewhere special. We ended up going to a very fancy place on the outskirts of Manehattan, though if I'd have known how much the taxi fare was, I might have picked somewhere closer. What was the name of it?...Can't remember it for the life of me..."

"Chez Gourmet Gaston, I believe. Oh, my, this wine is stronger than I thought it would be..."

"That's the one. Thanks, hon. Yeah, we were quite the sight. I kinda felt bad for Rarity, everyone was staring at us, but trying to not be noticed, if you know what I'm talking about. Maybe they got bored after a while when I didn't try to kill them all and eat them or something, I dunno. Point is, we managed to order some very nice -- and very expensive -- food and drinks. Coincidentally, it was the first time that I realized that pony cuisine was actually very agreeable, as long as I stayed away from grasses or hay or such. Can't digest that stuff properly."

"He found that out the hard way! We ordered this soup one night, and it contained chopped hay, and he didn't know it. Poor thing, he must have spent half the night on the toilet!" she laughs at the memory, perhaps just a little too hard. You can see the normally white skin under her coat turning a very subtle red. No doubt from the wine.

"Yeah, that was a bad night, haha," you laugh in return, feeling just a tiny bit buzzed from two glasses of wine. "Oh, man, I don't remember being so weak to wine...I can drink whiskey with no problem, but something about wine has always done a number on me...anyway, I'm saying 'anyway' too much. Hahaha!"

Fluttershy tries to hide a laugh, but it eventually escapes her mouth.

"I know what you mean," she says after a drink, "I don't drink any alcohol but wine, and it's only on very special occasions like, well, this one. So my tolerance isn't exactly high...I wonder how Applejack does it..."

"You're both just lightweights, it seems! I am a lady," Rarity boasts, "and as such, I am more than capa...capable...of handling my wine!"

"Sure ya are, hon. That's why Dash drank you under the table two months ago."

"I...I'd already had two mugs of hard cider, thank you very much! Besides, with all the flying around she does, her metabolism is far higher than mine, and she drinks with Applejack all the time! Those two sure do spend a lot of time together, come to think of it..."

"I think you're just making excuses!" you tell her, poking her stomach with a finger. She giggles at your touch and curls into a ball so you can't do it again. Her wine glass sways from side to side in mid-air -- you're honestly surprised that she's able to control her magic at this point.

"Hey! Do you mind? I am trying to...ah...oh dear, I've forgotten what I was going to say. Pfffthahaha..." She buries her face in Fluttershy's back, her words coming out muffled. "Goodness, Fluttershy, you smell quite good! What do you use for your coat?"

"Oh, you know, um...shampoo?" she giggles softly at her own joke.

"Well, obviously, darling! Specifically, I mean."

"I was trying to finish my story, honey," you remind her.

"Don't you sss-sass me, mister! I am a FASHIONISTA!"

"A drunk fashionista, you mean."

"I am not drunk! I am simply...enjoying myself. Sweet Celestia, it feels good to unwind after the events of the last day. Please, continue, darling."

"Right. So where was I...yeah, the restaurant. We finished our meal and took the taxi back, and I worked up the nerve to put my arm around her. God, I felt like I was sixteen all over again, nervous about touching a girl! To my surprise, she didn't tell me to stop, and actually sat closer to me and laid her head on my chest. Coincidentally, that moment was also when I learned that her horn is sharper than it looks..."

"Like I said, darling, I'm going to wrap it in padding so you don't poke your eye out one of these days! Or maybe I should just wear a helmet. Hahaha..."

"When we got back to Ponyville we chatted all the way back to the Boutique. When we'd finished, I wasn't really sure what to do, so I bent down and gave her a hug. Imagine my shock when she leaned up and kissed my cheek. She went inside and I walked back home, and for the first time since I'd arrived here, I felt truly happy.

And that," you say with a stretch, "was the start of the best thing to ever happen to me."

Fluttershy smiles warmly as you give Rarity a quick kiss.

"That was a great story, thank you so much for sharing it with me. I've heard a lot of 'first' stories, but this was very touching and sincere. You two are great together, and don't you ever let anypony tell you otherwise."

"Awww, thank you, Fluttershy. You're such a dear!" Rarity wraps her friend in a tight hug, placing her head on Fluttershy's shoulder. You take another sip of your wine, nearly done with the glass, when you notice a high-pitched sound, one that sounds sadder than you'd have expected. You wonder if you were hearing things until you pick up on it again; it's clearly coming from Fluttershy. She's crying.

"Fluttershy? What in Equestria is the matter? You were just so happy!" Rarity hugs her again and runs a hoof through her hair. "Please, darling, if something's been bothering you, you absolutely must let us know! We're here for you, don't you worry."

Fluttershy sniffs back a tear and wipes her eyes with her forelegs.

"I'm sorry, Rarity, it's just that...there's only so many times I can hear about all of these happy couples before it starts to wear on me. Please, I don't want you to think that you shouldn't have told the story, that's not it at all, I'm very glad you did and it was beautiful, but...I mean..."

"You're just lonely, is that it?" She nods her head and sniffles. "Oh, Fluttershy, I'm so sorry. Come here." You can't help but feel bad for the poor girl. You wrap them both in a big embrace, whispering reassurances to Fluttershy.

"Everypony we know has had somepony special in their lives at some point, but I've never...never had that. I want to know what that's like, I really do, but I'm so nervous about it that I never take that first step. I'm sorry, I shouldn't saddle you with my problems..."

"No, no, no, don't think that at all, darling! Your needs are never a problem for us, do you understand? You've been my best friend for a long time, and I'm not going anywhere. If you need my help, I'm always here for you."

"Th-thank you, Rarity. Both of you. It means a lot to me. I, um, I should probably go. I'm sure this wine isn't helping my emotional stability any..."

You gather the wineglasses, being careful not to spill any, snatching Rarity's from the air before she dumps it on herself or Fluttershy. As you make the short trip to the kitchen and place the glasses in the sink, you hear Rarity continue to comfort her friend in her time of need. You hate to see Fluttershy sad like this, she's always...well, 'chipper' isn't the word for it, like it would be with Pinkie, but she's always....stable. That's the word. Timid, sure, but stable. You sit back down as Rarity pulls away from Fluttershy, resting her forelegs over her shoulders.

"Fluttershy, please don't be alarmed at what I'm about to do, but I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Do what? I don't know what you're tal--mmm!"

Rarity leans in and presses her lips against Fluttershy's in a long, soft kiss. Fluttershy's eyes go wide with surprise for a few moments, but eventually she relents and closes her eyes, not entirely sure of what she's supposed to be feeling right now, but not backing away, either. Your own mind is racing with shock -- you're almost as surprised as Fluttershy is. You always knew Rarity cared for Fluttershy, but you didn't think it went that deep.

Rarity slowly pulls away, kissing her forehead and cheek as she does. Fluttershy nervously bites her lip and stares down at the couch cushions, fidgeting a hind leg.

"Um..."

"I...I hope that was okay, darling."

Fluttershy doesn't say anything, continuing to stare at the couch.

"I understand if you're conflicted right now, I do. I just...I wanted to express how much I care about you. I would do anything for you, Fluttershy, you've been at my side for years now. I must confess to having some feelings about you for a good while now. Goodness, I hope I haven't just ruined things...." You feel a slight bit worried at the turn of events.

"Honey, um...look, I know why you did that, and I'm not upset about it in the least, trust me, but I'm not sure what you're saying."

"Oh, darling. Are you worrying that I'm trying to leave you for Fluttershy? Please, don't feel like that! You are the love of my life and the one I want to spend the rest of it with. I would never do anything to hurt you. I'm just trying to comfort Fluttershy, that's all. I want her to know what it's like to have someone care about you."

Fluttershy finally works up the courage to speak.

"I'm...I'm not sure what to feel right now, Rarity."

"Oh good heavens, I've harmed our relationship, haven't I? Please don't be upset..."

"No! No, I'm not upset. It was...nice...when you did that. But something like this just being dropped on me, I think...I think I need some time to think about things. If that's okay. I should probably go home..."

"Of course, darling. Of course. Would you like us to walk you there?"

"No, thank you, I'll be okay. I'm not sure if I can fly, but I can still walk there just fine. Um...I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. You take as much time as you need. No matter what, I'm here for you."

"I know. Thank you. And, um, thank you for the dinner and drinks. It was very nice, I had a very nice time."

"Think nothing of it, dear. Thank you for helping us today. I don't think we could have made it without you, you were an invaluable ally. Once again, you've proven why I have the best friend in the entire world," Rarity says with a smile. Despite her nervousness, Fluttershy returns one of her own, albeit with a conflicted look in her eyes.

"Take care, Fluttershy," you say, opening the door for her. "I know Rarity already said it, but thanks again. It was a lot of fun hanging out with you after."

"It was a lot of fun, yes. It's very good to see you again. I'll...be around soon. Good night."

Fluttershy flaps her wings a few times, but is unable to stay airborne, deciding to simply walk back to her home. You shut the door after she leaves your sight, locking it once again. Rarity is sitting back on the couch and you sit down next to her, putting an arm around her neck.

"I hope I didn't just sink my relationship with my best friend of seven years..." You pull her close to comfort her and kiss her horn.

"What brought that about, hon? I really wasn't expecting anything like that."

"Well, what I said was true -- I've grown more attracted to Fluttershy over the last two years, but she's such a sweet and innocent thing that I couldn't possibly think of doing more than being her friend. Tonight when she started crying, though...I don't know. I just felt like it was the right thing to do. She's never felt what we feel, darling. She doesn't know love or intimacy or anything of the sort. That's why I acted how I did. I realize it's come as a shock to you, but like I said, I've no intention of abandoning you. None what-so-ever! I would never, ever even consider it. I suppose it's complicated, isn't it? Perhaps I shouldn't have done it in the first place..."

You chew your bottom lip in thought, trying to run it through your head. So, Rarity wants Fluttershy to feel loved, but she doesn't intend to up and leave you or anything like that. It's hard to wrap your head around.

"So...what happens if she comes back and she says she's okay with it? How does this work?"

"Honestly? I'm playing it by ear, so to speak. Ultimately I want her to build up the courage to seek a relationship of her own, and if doing so means that she becomes...how do I say it...a third wheel, for a while, then I'm willing to do that for her. Goddesses, 'third wheel' doesn't sound right. Terrible implications. But you know what I mean, right, darling?"

"I think so," you nod your head thoughtfully. "This is just gonna take some getting used to, that's all. If it helps her, though...I'm okay with it." You lean back and place your hand against your forehead, exhaling deeply. "Talk about a complicated situation."

"I know it is, I'm sorry. Let's just see where it goes, okay?" She tilts her head up and kisses your cheek.

"Alright, baby. I'm willing to see this through if you need me to," you kiss her back and she smiles.

"Thank you, darling. You're one of a kind. Now...", she jumps down from the couch and starts slowly trotting off, turning to look at you over her shoulder, "I believe there's the small matter of catching up on the session we were too tired for this morning. That is, if you feel up for it..."

You give her a wry smile and jump up from the couch, walking alongside her. She arches an eyebrow and snakes her long, purple tail around your forearm.

Oh yes, you definitely feel up for it. Worries can wait for another day.

Chapter Six: Comfort in Another

Twilight stomps her hoof in frustration, tossing yet another book to the side. It joins and ever-increasing pile next to her, a menagerie of tomes covering all manner of magical knowledge, but somehow lacking the one thing you're looking for: a way to get home.

"I can't believe there's nothing in this whole library about inter-dimensional teleportation! Teleporting in general still requires the manipulation of time and space, so why should that last element be so difficult?! Gaaah!" She angrily slams a book shut and drops it at her hooves.

"I'm sorry, I really appreciate the help, Twilight," you tell her, skimming through a book of your own. You can't make heads or tails of it; it's written in some sort of ancient hieroglyphic language, with pictures of unicorn heads, horse shoes, leaves, and all kinds of seemingly random nonsense. "I know you have a lot on your plate today, but if I have to search every book in this library to get home, I will."

She wipes the sweat from her head with a foreleg.

"You're welcome. I don't mean to sound upset, it's just...infuriating, you know? Whatever process that brought you here has to be able to send you back. Finding that process is the problem..."

Spike comes out from the kitchen, carrying a glass of water in his claws.

"Hey, I thought you might like a drink. I know how Twilight can get when she's in her 'I have to find that book' mode." You gladly accept it and down half of the glass before even saying anything in reply.

"Oh man, that hit the spot. Thanks, Spike."

"No problem. So...any luck so far?"

You toss the hieroglyphic book into the pile with a shrug.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The more we look, the more I feel like I'm never getting out of here." You mind wanders to your family, your brother and sisters, your mom. Aunts and uncles. They probably all think you're dead by now. If you never see them again...

"I don't know what I'm gonna do if I'm stuck in Equestria. No offense to any of you, of course. You've all been so kind to me since I got here, and I haven't done a single thing to repay that kindness. I swear I will before I go home. It's just going to be hard to abandon everything, and everyone, I loved. I have to find something..."

Spike sits down in a small chair and taps the table with a claw.

"What would Princess Celestia think of this? Does she even know you're here?"

The name sounds familiar. According to the few weeks of lessons you've had from Twilight, you learned that the twin Goddesses -- Celestia and Luna -- control the sun and the moon. Which begs the question of whether this version of Earth is heliocentric at all, or if the Earth really is the center of the solar system. Does Celestia control the sun when it's just over Equestria? Who takes over when this half of the planet is shrouded in darkness from Luna's night? Is there ANOTHER pair of princesses who control the sun and moon on the opposite side of the planet?? Do they actually control it at all to begin with, or are they just using it as some sort of lie to keep themselves in power? Equestria is weird. Really weird.

"Not as far as I'm aware, no. I mean, she might, since she's a deity and all that, but if she has, she hasn't contacted Twilight or myself."

"I see. So, I have to ask...have you tried asking them for help?"

Twilight shoots you a concerned look and stands up with a stretch.

"We haven't really considered it. You know how busy Celestia and Luna are, Spike. We wanted to try and find it ourselves...but that doesn't seem to be working very well."

"Twilight, you're her star pupil, and you're sheltering an unknown species because you want to help him get back home. Do you really think there's anything about that she's going to reject out-of-hand? Hoof. Whatever."

She hangs her head in defeat, obviously not happy at the prospect of having to get the Princesses involved with the situation.

"I suppose not. It's just that--"

"That I'm not so sure about it," you interrupt. "To be honest, the thought of meeting a pair of living deities kind of scares me. I know you two always talk about how great she is, and Rarity told me about how she's learned so many life lessons because of Celestia's influence, but...it's still not something I'm eager for. What if they think I'm some sort of, I dunno, monster?"

"A monster? Really?" Spike gives you a less-than-convinced look. "You speak Equestrian, you know your manners, you were part of your military, and you haven't tried to harm a hair, or feather, or scale, on any of us. You're definitely not a manticore, far as I can tell. I think you need to relax! Celestia is such a kind princess, you'd love her. And Luna...well, I've never really seen Luna except for that one time when she terrified Ponyville..."

"Terrified?!"

"Oh, no! It was just a misunderstanding! Sorry, didn't mean to worry you. She'd just regained a portion of her power after being banished to the moon for a thousand years, so she was a little, uh, socially awkward."

"SHE DID VERILY SPEAKETH IN THINE ROYAL CANTERLOT VOICE!" Twilight shouts, doing her best impression of the night goddess. "Heh heh...she had some adjusting to do. Just imagine how much life back on your world changed in a thousand years, and you'll get some idea of how lost she must have felt. She's better now, I think. I haven't seen her in over a year, she's constantly busy. Whenever she's not sleeping during the day, that is. Controlling the night does that to you."

"Well, I suppose it couldn't be too bad," you say to Twilight, but you're unsure of it yourself. "She has magic so powerful it can yank around a giant star, so maybe it's possible for her to help me."

"Hey, it's worth a try," Twilight replies as she puts a foreleg over your back. "You wanna get back home, don't you?" You nod solemnly. "Then they may be our best bet. And if they can't help you, well..."

"Then I'm stuck here." You fidget with a button on your worn fatigues, the only pair of clothes you've had to wear since arriving in Equestria nearly two months ago. It makes you wonder if the digital camo and beret will make you look too militaristic. The last idea you want to give a sun-wielding goddess is that you're a potential threat. You wish you had a suit or something. Or even your Class A jacket and tie. Wasn't Rarity supposed to be really good at making stuff like that? You'll have to ask her some time.

"...I wasn't gonna put it like that, but, maybe. Let's just handle this one issue at a time, alright? I'll send Princess Celestia a letter letting her know that we want to come speak with her tomorrow, and that we have someone with us she's never met before. That should pique her curiosity. Then we just wait for a reply."

It sound simple enough.

"Alright, let's do it."

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The letter took less than an hour to come back. By the sound of things, Celestia is very interested to meet you. You spent a restless night in your bed, staring out the windows of the second floor observatory. Any time now, you could be home. You know you shouldn't get your hopes up, but it's hard not to. You enjoy the company of the ponies you've met, but they're not who you know, or who you love. They're just...helpful. You'd still miss them, though. Partly because no one back home will ever believe where you've been. Probably best to just keep it to yourself. Somehow.

You managed to drift off for a few hours before sunlight streaming in to the room wakes you up. You feel groggy and tired, but hopeful. Today could be the day you go home!

There's a knock on your door, probably Twilight. You scramble into your clothes and open the door to find her standing there, Spike on her back.

"Soooo, are you ready for the big day? It's not every day you get to meet a Princess!"

"Not every day I get to go home, either. Hopefully! Still kinda nervous about this, but we'll see how it goes." You mess with your fatigues and make sure everything is inspection-worthy, just like Drill Sergeant Mendoza drilled into your head. They may be faded, but they're serviceable.

"Do you wanna grab some breakfast before we go? It could be a long day."

"No thanks, I'm too nervous to eat," you admit, grasping your black beret in your hands.

"Well, alright...if you get hungry let me know, there's lots of places in Canterlot to eat. Expensive, though..."

"That's alright, Twi. You can save your Bits, really! I just want to get this over with, for better or for worse. You understand, right? If you ended up in my world, you'd feel the same way. Actually, if you ended up in my world, they'd probably do terrible things to you and...you know what, nevermind. Let's just go." You can only imagine what would happen if someone got a hold of a sentient, magical pony. It probably wouldn't end well, like something out of one of those torture-porn movies. You gotta give it to the ponies, they're really good at not being merciless dicks to people.

"Riiiight...let's get going before I ask you to expand upon that assumption, shall we?"

You give a curt nod and follow behind the purple unicorn, down the stairs and out the front door. She shuts it tight with a field of purple magic. You fuss with your beret as you get the fold just right. Old habits and all that.

"So, before we go," Twilight asks as Spike rolls up the royal letter and hops down from her back, "is there anything you need to do?"

"Actually...do you think we could bring Rarity with us?"

"Hmm? Rarity? I suppose we could, but if I may ask...what for?"

"She...she was the one who found me, after all. I owe her my life. If I should happen to find a way home soon, I want her to be there so I can say goodbye." You involuntarily reach for the small, white teddy bear in your left trouser pocket. She gave it to you a month ago, a week before you left the hospital. It's been your most treasured keep-sake since then. Of all the ponies you've met, you're going to miss her the most.

"In that case, of course we can. Though whether she wants to go is another matter entirely. You know how she can get when she's...preoccupied." She turns to the purple and green dragon standing next to her. "Spike, we could be gone a while, so Fluttershy's agreed to watch you for a while, alright?"

"Relax, Twilight, I'm a big dragon! I can take care of myself!" Spike answers with a proud grin and a flex of his small arms. Twilight laughs and rubs his head with a hoof. "Hey!"

"Alright, I'll see you later."

Spike sticks his hand out, and you crouch down and grasp his in your own.

"Spike, if I don't see you after this, it's been good knowing you. You're an awesome little guy, you'll be a bad-ass in no time!"

"See, Twi? I told you. I'm destined for greatness." Twilight rolls her eyes. "Take care, it's been nice knowing you too!"

It's a nice, short walk to the Carousel Boutique, with its stylized decorations and eye-catching color scheme. Twilight gives a knock on the door, but there's no answer. She cautiously opens the door and pokes her head in.

"Rarity? Hello? Are you here?" Twilight gives you a shrug and walks in, craning her neck around the corner. "Rarity? If you're not busy we need to ask you something."

Apparently Rarity didn't hear you come in, because she walks in from a back office area while muttering to herself. Small, orange-framed glasses are perched on her nose and she's wrapped in a thin robe with pink, poofy ends.

"Rarity? Hey, we were jus--"

"AAAAAAH!" Rarity jumps at least a foot in the air, landing awkwardly and curling herself into a fetal position. Her eyes are barely more than pinpoints, her mane a tattered mess of frazzled ends and uncombed hairs.

"Rarity! Relax, it's just us! We knocked on your door and called out to you...are you okay?"

Her eyes widen again as she regains some sense of composure, suddenly very aware of what she looks like.

"Oh, Twilight, heh...heh heh...y-yes. I'm sorry, I must not have noticed you. I've just been busy this morning...I must look like a complete mess, if you'd like to come back in an hour, we could--"

"We don't have an hour, Rarity. That's just it. We were coming by to ask if you wanted to go with us."

"Hmm? Go with you where? Goodness, I am no condition to be seen at a social gathering! Oh, my mane..."

You cover your face with your palm at the white unicorn's dramatics. You've grown to see her as a good friend, but her melodramatic nature still grates on you once in a while. You know she's different in private; you and her talked for many hours while you were in the hospital, and not once did her over-reactive side come out. She's hard to understand sometimes...

"We're going to see Princess Celestia."

"Excuse me?! Being seen in public looking like a ruffian is one thing, but in front of the PRINCESS? No! I shan't go with you, not like this, I simply look dreadful."

"It was my idea, Rarity," you add, hoping to talk some sense into her.

"...it was?"

"Yeah. We're going to see Celestia because we've run out of ideas. I can't get home any other way, as far as we can tell, and she's my last hope for this. And since you were the one who found me, the one who's brought me more comfort than anyone else, it wouldn't feel right without you being there if I end up going home. Please?"

Rarity's look changes from one of panic to one of a humbled, suddenly sad gaze.

"You...you came here just to get me? Because you would miss me?" You nod slowly. "Oh. Oh dear. Goodness, now I've gone and made a foal of myself...I apologize, darling."

"So you'll go with us?"

"Of course. You've been a dear friend, and if this is truly good-bye, then I want to be there to see you off. Just allow me, say, ten minutes? I can make myself decent."

"Sure. We'll just wait out here for you."

"Thank you, darling. I'll be out shortly, and we shall give you a fond bon voyage, hmm?" She turns and trots up the stairs to the second floor. You take a seat alongside Twilight on a big, red couch.

"That was easier than I thought it would be," she says. "Especially once she started acting melodramatic. She's really taken a liking to you, hasn't she?"

"She has, yeah. And I to her. She's been a good friend ever since I was laid up in the hospital. I know she can be a drama queen, but deep down she's very much a giving, friendly pony. I'll miss her once I'm home, you know? And you, of course. I'll even miss Applejack and Rainbow Dash and the others, even if I've only met them once. They seem to have good heads on their shoulders.

If I don't get the chance to later, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me. You didn't have to take me in as a guest, but you did, and for that I'm eternally grateful." You grasp her foreleg in your hand and squeeze tightly, a genuine smile across your face.

"Oh, I would have done the same for anypony! Or creature. Or human. You know what I mean." Twilight puts her forelegs around you and gives you a big hug. You return it with your own, your hands on her soft coat. A feeling you've become used to by now, and one you'll no doubt miss.

Rarity comes back out in fifteen minutes, her mane and tail impeccably curled and her eyes highlighted with blue eyeshadow. This is 'decent' to her? She looks just fine!

"Right, my apologies for taking so long, but one mustn't rush beauty. Shall we go?"

Twilight nods and closes her eyes.

"Okay, stand next to me, everyone. I'm gonna teleport us there."

"You're gonna what?!" you ask, not so sure in her ability to teleport two ponies and a human. She teleports herself all the time, yeah, but this is different.

"We'll be just fine, relax! I mean, I've never teleported a human, but in theory it's not too different."

"In theory? In theory I could arrive with my insides on the outside."

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! I know what I'm doing! Mostly."

Before you can protest further, your vision is filled with bright, purple magic. A tingling, electric feeling washes over you, and the world around you flashes into nothing.

==========

It's a cool, sunny day as you walk alongside Rarity on the outskirts of the Swayback Mountains. All things considered, you feel pretty good. Better than you have in quite a while. Even with the ongoing issues of Cashmere's store, and the complicated situation with Fluttershy, it feels like things are going to be alright. You can't really put your finger on it, but you feel...positive.

Probably because you have an ulterior motive for being out here. Oh, she doesn't know it of course, but it's kind of fun to be secretive.

"I'm surprised you wanted to tag along, darling. Usually I bring Spike with me to dig up gemstones. What made you want to come out here?" Rarity asks, pulling a red wagon behind her. You offered to pull it along yourself, but she insisted on being hitched up to it. Tradition, she says. That, and she's stronger than she looks. You can only imagine how heavy a wagon full of gems must weigh. For the moment, though, it's less than half-full.

"I dunno, I figured it would be good to get some fresh air and do a little walking. I don't think I've ever been out this way, either." You constantly swivel your head, looking at the vibrant greenery and brightly-colored birds flying overhead and nested in trees. Ponyville sits nestled in the valley below, and you're barely able to make out the Boutique's unique shape from your vantage point.

"I've always enjoyed the mountains, ever since I was a kid. My grandpa had a pair of ATVs -- uh, those are motorized vehicles you sit on -- that we would ride up these winding paths through the hills, and a lot of them ended in spectacular views. This place kinda reminds me of that."

"Nothing quite like some nostalgia to lift one's spirits, hmm? I realize you miss your family, dear, but for what it's worth, I'm glad you came out with me today. A little change of scenery never hurts."

"Of course, hon. I do miss them, yeah, but like I've said, I've come to accept that I likely won't see them again. At least by now they'll have moved on without me." It still causes a pang of regret to course through your chest, but it's slowly become easier to deal with. "Besides, I couldn't resist the opportunity to see how you get your gems. You always come home with carts full of 'em."

Rarity's horn flashes bright blue again, causing patches of ground to glow the same color -- the sign that there's gems buried beneath the surface.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have found a few more. Would you like to do the honors, darling?"

You heft your shovel from over your shoulder, plant it firmly against the ground, and kick it downward with your boot. A little wrenching of the soil pulls up a loose collection of multi-colored gems and crystals, mostly reds and greens. Rarity floats them up for inspection, shaking the dirt off them.

"Hmm...we can keep most of these, yes. This one's flawed, though." She levitates it in front of your view. "Do you see how the internal structure is misshapen?" You lean in closer, trying to peer through the translucent green gem.

"Can't say I do, actually." You scratch your head in confusion.

"I suppose it's something that takes time to learn. No matter! We'll just add this to the pile for Spike." Rarity drops it in a sectioned-off corner of the wagon, where imperfect gems are slowly piling up. The imperfections are what make them tasty, or so Spike claims. You can't imagine how strong of a stomach dragons must have to consume rock-hard gemstones.

You repeat the process a few times, making sure to cover the holes back up once you're finished with them. As it turns out, gems are abundant in Equestrian soil, and only a select few varieties are worth more than a few bits. One of them happens to be the one you're looking for: A palm-sized, bright blue gemstone with a translucent, swirling look to it. It's supposed to be one of the very rare gems that are magically infused.

The only reason you know what to look for is because you spent an hour at Twilight's library this morning. 'Like someone took the clearest blue ocean waves and froze them in time', she said, pointing at a picture in the book. From the picture alone it looked amazing. The book called it a 'Seabreeze Sapphire'.

So, you volunteered to go with Rarity on her monthly run to the Swayback Mountains, hoping to find one of them before she notices.

Another flaring of magic, and another patch of ground glows softly. You dig your shovel in and pull them up, leaning in to get a closer look at the patch of crystals. Nothing matches what you're looking for, but there is a particularly vibrant purple stone that catches your eye. You lift it up and stare into it, not entirely sure what to make of it. It seems...odd.

"Hey, hon, what's this?" Rarity floats it over and ponders over it for a few seconds, turning it around a few times. Her eyes widen with recognition.

"Oh, goodness! I do believe you just found a Night's Heart amethyst."

"A what?"

"Night's Heart amethyst. They're highly prized for their ease of shaping and deep color. Did you know the Gryphon Emperor has a crown studded with these? It must be quite the sight."

"Can't say I did. So I take it it's worth quite a bit?"

"Very much so. Why, I could affix this front-and-center on a dress, or just sell the raw amethyst if I were so inclined. I could easily get three hundred bits for it!"

You let out a long, low whistle. That's a hell of a find. Rarity digs through the pile of gems in her wagon, trying to make space for the precious purple crystal. You take your shovel and start covering up the hole...only to notice a glint of bright blue. Carefully, you use your fingers to dig around it, uncovering small pieces of it. It's shockingly bright, a kind of light blue you've never seen in your life.

No way. There's no way you're that lucky. It couldn't possibly be it.

You take a peek behind your shoulder to make sure Rarity isn't looking, and pry it out of the ground. The facets are perfectly even, as if it's already been cut, and it feels surprisingly light in your hand. You gaze into the crystal's swirling interior and feel your mind become flooded with the sensation of being at a beach, floating just barely over the waves, the cool mist playing at your toes as the roiling waves lap at the sand. It's...amazing.

"Like someone took the clearest blue ocean waves and froze them in time..." you whisper to yourself.

"What was that, darling?" Rarity asks as she sets the purple gem down. Her voice snaps you out of your trance. You quickly shove the gem into a pocket, hoping it doesn't protrude enough to be noticeable.

"Oh, nothing, hon. Just filling another hole, you know how it goes."

"...Indeed. Perhaps we should just call it a day? I believe we have enough gemstones to make quite a few ensembles, and that amethyst will certainly help in making up the profits we lost yesterday. I'm afraid we'd need another ten or fifteen to break even, though..."

Oh, right. The lost money. You'd forgotten about that. You sit down on the dirt beside Rarity and take a drink from your bottle of water, offering it to her after a long pull. She accepts it with a smile and sits down on her haunches, but not before drawing a small towel from the wagon and placing it under her. You roll your eyes at her continued attempts to avoid getting dirty on a task that involves digging holes in the ground.

"What? It's dirty. I've spent far too long on this coat today to get it full of dirt and debris. You understand."

"Uh-huh." You grasp at your pocket, making sure the gem is still there. "I'm afraid to ask, but exactly how much did we lose yesterday?"

She sighs and sets the water bottle down at her hooves.

"In total? Four thousand fifty-one bits. Most of that from having to reach into my emergency reserves of precious materials."

"Four thousand?! That's more than we usually pull in in a week!" You knew it was bad, but you didn't think it was that bad.

"I'm afraid so. I went through nearly every bolt, roll, and stack of materials I had on hoof. And the formal attire! I'm going to be making these outfits for the entire week..." She stomps a hoof in annoyance. "I suppose it could have been worse, though. We sold quite a few more accessories than I'd thought, and those are mostly profit, even at half-off. I'll have to create new ones all over again, though. I've half a mind to close the store for a few days and just get it out of the way. Oooh, that Cashmere! If only she weren't so...so..."

"So much of a bitch?"

"I wasn't going to put it like that, but yes. I suppose if ever there were an apt time to use such a vulgar word, now would be it." You pick the water back up and take a swig, hiding a smile as she swears. "AUGH! That insufferable bitch!"

"Feel better?"

"A little. Don't tell anypony I said that."

You laugh and kiss her cheek.

"Secret's safe with me, hon."

Your arm goes around Rarity's neck, and you sit contentedly for several minutes, just staring off into the distance. In the far distance, you can see the jutting towers and spiral designs of Canterlot's buildings. Below you, Ponyville. Best of all, the mountain's height provides a clear view of Cloudsdale, something you never get to see from Ponyville. The Greco-Roman architecture is very similar to what you've seen in history books, complete with high columns and graceful arches, the tallest of which are connected by great, vibrant rainbows. Tiny dots of Pegasi zipping to and fro are the only indication that anyone actually lives there. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to live in a city made entirely of clouds...

"Darling," Rarity says quietly, "can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Rarity, you know you can ask me anything." Is it about Cashmere? Maybe she knows you have the sapphire...

"Be honest with me...what do you think of Fluttershy potentially living with us for a while?"

Oh. You suppose it had to be brought up at some point.

"Honestly?" you respond, preempting your answer with a deep exhale, "I don't know. This came out of left field, you know? I mean, I understand your feelings for her, and why you want to do this, but still...I dunno. I'm trusting your better judgment on this one. You've never led us astray on anything serious before, and you know your mind better than I do. So I guess I'd say I'm...cautiously optimistic."

She says nothing in return, simply nodding her head and staring into the distance.

"Hey. Honey."

She turns to face you, her eyes not betraying any particular thought or feeling. She's obviously unsure about the situation just as much as you are.

"Fluttershy is a good friend, she's been with you longer than anyone else. But you know what this entails, don't you? If it becomes..." you search your mind for the right word, "intimate between us."

"I know, darling. Believe me, I've thought very hard about this. Honestly, Cashmere has been a distant thought for most of the day." Rarity waves a dismissive hoof at the name.

"You know how things get when we're in the mood. We all have urges. And if Flutteshy is around when that happens, well...god, I can't believe I'm even discussing this." You massage your temples with your hand, trying to clear away some of the haze.

"I know what you're trying to say, darling. I do. You're nervous about the potential of making love with her around, or even to her. Is that it?"

"Yeah...yeah you could say that." You flick away a small clump of dirt with your hand, not really feeling like eye contact. "It's all just surprising to me, you know? I don't want things to be awkward. To me, Fluttershy's always been a friend, not a love interest."

Rarity doesn't respond for a few moments, choosing to bite her lip in thought.

"I'm sorry I dropped this on you, dear. You know I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to do. I...I simply hoped we could bring her some measure of comfort and happiness. You and I, we've had relationships. They've come and gone, and now we're fortunate enough to have found each other. The joy you bring to my life every day, the feeling of simply waking up and knowing that you're beside me, that you're there for me if I need you through the day, I can't imagine ever living without them again. You're as much a part of me as the diamonds on my flank and the beat of my heart."

You feel your own heart melt a little at the heart-felt, if adorably sappy, expression of her feelings for you.

She continues, "that's why I wanted to share those things with her. She's never felt that tugging in her chest, that rush of elation that comes from seeing the one you love after a long day of work, or the intimacy of sharing your most private moments. Could you imagine if everyone you knew was growing up and moving on, but you were alone and hopeless?"

"Heh. Better than you know. It's not a good feeling."

"Then you know what it's like. Don't you think she'd be happier, more confident, if she knew that she was wanted? That she needn't be afraid of seeking out that connection?"

"I suppose so, yeah. I understand that you're just trying to help her. Honestly. And I think it's a very noble thing that you're seeking to do, hon. I'm just not entirely sure that it's some magical way to solve all her problems."

"Please, darling, don't think me that simple. I know it's not a be-all, end-all to whatever may be keeping her in her shell, so to speak, but I've no doubt it would help. By all means, if you feel I'm wrong in my assumption, speak up."

You lean in and give her a quick kiss, brushing her cheek with your thumb.

"I don't think you're wrong at all, honey. It's just going to take some getting used to, that's all. And if you're committed to this, then so am I. No matter what may come of it. Promise."

She smiles sweetly and nuzzles your cheek.

"Thank you, dear. It's a lot to ask, I know, but I believe it will be worth it in the end. Fluttershy isn't one to abandon a friend over something like this, she's probably just nervous about it, just like us. If you want to join me later, I think we should pay her cottage a visit later and discuss things with her. Whatever issues she has with this would be best served by bringing them out in the open, hmm? Now," she stands back up and re-hitches herself to the wagon full of gems, "let's get this precious cargo back home, shall we?"

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Once you got back home you helped Rarity remove the gems from the wagon, sorting them by color and size, being careful to avoid letting on that you kept one for yourself. She thanked you for your help and said that she needed to get started immediately on the orders she'd received from the previous day, and thought you might like to get out of the house for a while. It sounded like the perfect opportunity to you, so you took it.

It gave you the chance to go somewhere in particular -- the very store you're standing in front of right now. A small, quaint jewelry store tucked into the corner of Saddle-Side and Whitetail Lane. The same jewelry store you've heard mentioned by several ponies as being the best in Ponyville, possibly beyond that.

There's a small, blue-and-white sign sitting in a window, advertising twenty percent off all birth stones. Above it, in sweeping white letters, is the name of the store: First Sight Jewelers. You pull out the sapphire from your pocket, turning it in your hand and watching the gently swirling interior.

"Right...time to do this."

The pony behind the counter looks up as you walk in, a unicorn stallion with a grey coat that has just a hint of blue, and a receding hairline of dark blue hair. Most striking though, are his eyes -- they're silver. The first such you've ever seen in a pony. There's rough stubble around his jawline and chin, accenting the slight wrinkles on his forehead. He looks like he's been around for a while, and seen a lot.

"Well, if it isn't the only human in Equestria, walking into mah store. Ah'll be Celestia's uncle!" He walks around the counter with a limp in his front-right leg, and you catch a glimpse of his cutie mark: A sword and shield. Odd cutie mark for a jeweler...

"Oh, but where are mah manners? Heh. You'll have to forgive me, son, it's been a long time since Ah've seen a new face 'round here. Name's Aegis."

You introduce yourself and shake his hoof.

"Hmm. Strong grip. That's good. Gimme just a moment and Ah'll park mah rump behind this here counter." His accent strikes you as familiar, like he grew up in the South. It kinda reminds you of Applejack's, only more...wizened.

"I gotta ask, what's with the store name?"

"Huh? Oh. You're not the first person to ask. 'Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?' It's from an old poem."

"...Shakespeare?" Oh look, another famous person who had the exact same name and profession in Equestria. At this point it's almost become routine. Almost.

"Yeah, how'd you know? Eh, nevermind. What brings ya in t' mah store, youngin'? Ya lookin' to buy somethin' fer a lady friend 'a yours?"

"Well...kinda. I was hoping you could tell me more about this..." You reach into your pocket and pull out the sapphire again, holding it out in front of you. His silver eyes stare at the gemstone in thought, before he floats it over with a burst of silver magic.

"Well Ah'll be...ya know what ya got here, son?"

"I have a general idea. A Seabreeze sapphire, right?"

He nods in confirmation as he twists it around in the air, inspecting the details that you're sure could only come with time and practice.

"It just may be...there's a test for it, though. Gimme just a sec."

His horn flares with another layer of magic and he shuts his eyes, keeping them closed for several seconds. The crystal flares bright blue, seeming to give off its own light. Slowly, he opens his eyes again and lets out a breath.

"Ah do believe this is the genuine article. Magnificent. Where did ya find this, exactly?"

"Honestly? It was just kinda sitting beneath the surface. No more than a foot in the ground, mixed in with some other gems."

"You mean t' tell me you just found this sucker layin' in the ground? Didn't hafta chase after no greedy gryhpon?"

"No, can't say I did."

"Didn't try t' wrangle it away from a dragon's horde?"

"Nope, nothing like that."

"Ain't that somethin'...son, Ah've been operatin' this here store for the better part 'a twenty years now, and this is only the second time Ah've ever seen one 'a these Seabreeze sapphires. Hell, these things are rarer than a prairie dog in winter! How much do ya want fer it?"

"...Excuse me?"

"Ah said, how much do ya want fer it? Whatever it is, Ah'll pay."

You weren't expecting that.

"Uhhh, actually, I'm not looking to sell it at all."

"Yer not? Hmmmm. Then why'd ya stop by with it? Gotta be somethin' ya want with it!"

"Actually, I do. I want you to shape it for me, so that it can fit a necklace."

Aegis' eyes widen with surprise. Looks like he wasn't expecting that, either.

"Ya what? Shape it? But the facets are already perfect, son. Why bother?"

"Because," you say, taking out a folded piece of paper from your other pocket, "I want you to make it into this shape."

You unfold the paper and set it on the counter, where several carefully-drawn images of a diamond seek to cover the cut from every angle. The exact same cut as Rarity's cutie mark. The diamond itself is suspended in the center of a circle by two small, silver loops. On each side of the diamond is a thin half-circle of silver and a half-circle of gold, together forming the circular shape that surrounds the cut sapphire. Each line comes together at the top, where the two colors intertwine several times before splitting apart to form the rest of the chain. It's a design you came up with over the course of several weeks, and you're quite happy with how it looks. It should be beautiful...and expensive.

The jeweler eyes it, scratching his chin with a hoof.

"Yer sure about this. Right? Because what ya got here is worth a small fortune. Are ya really sure ya want me t' cut it into a diamond shape? Because it's not as easy as you may think."

"What do you mean?"

"This here sapphire is infused with magic, son. Cutting magic gems takes special equipment -- equipment Ah haven't had use for in years. Ah hope there's no rush on this, because it's gonna take me at least a week t' get all the equipment Ah need. And that equipment comes at a price. You understand."

"How much are we talking?" you brace yourself for the estimate.

"Hmm...depending on how long it takes, and how intricate you want the rest of the necklace t' be, we're talkin' somewhere in the range of fifteen hundred to eighteen hundred bits."

"Eighteen hundred?!" Well, shit.

"Look...Ah don't think ya fully realize how special somethin' like this is. Magic-infused gems, crystals, diamonds, whatever, they take extra care to work with. When you cut into a magical gem, ya ain't just cuttin' into a pretty piece a' rock, ya see. Yer cuttin' into the magical field itself. If it's not handled properly, if ya make a tiny mistake in how you go about it, well...ya end up with a dead, grey lump of crystal. No more magic, no more nothin'. Ah take it ya felt the sapphire's effects on ya, right?"

You nod, remembering the dream-like sensation of having the entire ocean at your feet.

"Then ya know just what Ah'm talkin' about when Ah say that it's an experience that ain't easy t' forget. If somethin' goes wrong with the cutting process, that magic's gone forever, and what you'll have in your possession is a stone that ain't worth its weight in horse apples."

You mull it around in your head, weighing the consequences. If he messes it up, then you're back where you started. But if he can get it right...it'll be the the most amazing jewelry you've ever seen. The finest Rarity's ever seen, for that matter.

"So...can you do it, Mr. Aegis? If you can get the equipment and take your time with it, do you have the ability?"

He thumps a hoof on the counter as he speaks.

"Son, if you can pay me, Ah can deliver. Ain't never made a mistake with orders for the Princesses, ain't plannin' on startin' now. You just let ol' Aegis handle it for you, and Ah promise you'll end up with the finest damn necklace you and yer lady friend have ever laid eyes on. Least, that's what Ah'm assumin' this is for. Right?"

"Actually, yeah, it's an engagement necklace. Well, engagement and wedding. I'm still not quite sure how that works here."

A big smile crosses the old unicorn's face, a smile full of memories.

"She's gonna be the luckiest damn woman in the world, Ah tell ya what. Ain't many ladies can say they've been proposed to with a magical sapphire necklace. Sounds like you done found yerself a damn fine girl."

"I like to think so," you answer with your own smile. "Truth be told, it's taken me a long time to work up the nerve to walk in here."

"Heh heh. The ol' jitters,huh? Yeah, Ah know all about that. When Ah asked mah ol' gal t' marry me, her eyes lit up like this here gem, but Ah tell ya, I was so damn nervous! I had those same jitters fer months! So while Ah know yer still gonna be nervous about it, all Ah can tell ya is that if yer heart is in the right place, ya ain't got nothin' t' worry about. 'Sides payin' fer that necklace, of course! Ha-HA!"

Yeah...paying for the necklace. Looks like it's time to ask for overtime at work. Or a raise. Or both.

"Ahhh, don't sweat it, son! Ah ain't some cut-throat mob boss, Ah'm a reasonable guy. Tell ya what...don't worry about payin' all at once, a'right? If it takes ya a few weeks or, hell, a few months, Ah ain't in any rush. Mah product speaks for itself. You just consider ol' Aegis yer friend, and Ah'll do right by ya. How's that sound?"

"That sounds pretty damn good, Aegis. I really do appreciate all of your help, especially with having to order new gear and all. Don't worry about how long it takes, I'm in no hurry. Can't rush perfection, right?"

"Now ya got it! That's been mah philosophy fer the last twenty years, Ah can tell ya that. Hell, even before Ah started doin' this here job."

You've met a lot of ponies in the time you've been here, but the one recurring theme seems to be 'I found my talent, I've stuck with it forever'. There isn't a lot of job diversity amongst individual ponies, the mostly tend to stick to what they know. Makes sense, what with the cutie marks and all that.

"If I may ask, sir, what did you do before you worked here? I noticed your cutie mark, but I didn't really think it fit a jeweler. Uh, sorry, I don't mean to pry or anything. Just curious."

Aegis sets the sapphire down under the counter and starts working the register, pulling the till open.

"Well, funny story, that...oh, Ah forgot t' mention, Ah'll require a down payment t' cover the cost of the equipment. Don't worry, it counts toward yer final total, so Ah ain't tryin' t' gip ya or nothin' like that. Two hundred should cover it."

You pull out your coin pouch and fish through it, plucking out several twenty-bit coins and a few ten-bit coins. You slide them across the counter and the jeweler floats them into the register, clicking it shut.

"Thank ya fer your business, son. Much appreciated. Ah'll get you a quote in just a minute, but Ah suppose Ah can tell ya what you were wonderin'." Aegis pulls out a roll of parchment and quill with a small pot of black ink, and starts writing out the terms of the service with his magical manipulation.

"Where t' start...well, when Ah was growin' up, Ah knew Ah wanted t' be part 'a the Royal Guard. Ah'd always seen 'em flyin' by overhead, back when Ah worked on mah granddad's farm. You know it wasn't too far from Granny Smith's place? Fine gal, she was. Real looker back in the day. She was still mah ma's age when Ah was just a colt, but one can dream, right? Anywho, every day the Royal Guard would fly overhead, sometimes in pairs, sometimes in a great formation 'a pegasi. Even saw 'em pullin' the Princess around once in a while. It was quite the sight."

You've seen the Royal Guard around a few places mostly during your visits to Canterlot, and they've always struck you as a force you wouldn't want to mess with. Even though war has been unheard of for nearly a thousand years in Equestria, their training is top-notch, and you've heard rumors that they have a massive stockpile of weapons and armor ready should such a thing happen. They certainly look tough, with their gilded armor and roman-style helmets.

Aegis dips his quill again and continues, "When Ah turned eighteen, Ah volunteered for the Royal Guard, right after Ah got mah cutie mark. Can you believe it? Ah was a blank-flank for nearly eighteen years 'a mah life!" Well, at least Sweetie and her friends aren't alone, then.

"Even though most of the Guard are pegasi, they still have need of unicorns and earth ponies, just in different fields. Me? Ah was trained t' be a spellsword. That ain't t' say Ah can toss fireballs or summon lightnin' or nothin' fancy like that, that's all all left to the Arcane Ministry. Ah was just able t' manipulate a sword and shield with mah magic is all.

Ah tell ya, eight months 'a trainin' was the hardest thing Ah'd ever done up until that point in mah life. Had this instructor, a Legate. Big unicorn by the name 'a Stonewall. Meanest son-of-a-bitch Ah'd ever seen! But Celestia as mah witness, that stallion whipped me into shape good and proper! By the end 'a that eight months, Ah was as fit and deadly as a unicorn could be!"

You've never heard of the Guard killing anyone, much less with bladed weapons. You tell him as such.

"It's true, during a time of peace, we're primarily taught t' disable, not kill. That ain't t' say we can't disable with a weapon, though. A slash at a leg or a shoulder, and they're goin' down, and stayin' down. Then once they're restrained, we can heal them back to full health. It ain't a pretty job, but it's necessary, ya know? And yeah, if we hafta put 'em down for good, we'll do it. One of the things most ponies don't never hear about."

Aegis leans in closer, glancing at the windows to make sure no one's listening.

"Did ya know that armor's magically enchanted? Once ya put it on, ya have the exact same appearance as the rest 'a the guards! White fer pegasi, grey fer unicorns. Hell of a neat trick, if Ah do say so. That way, if somepony's got a grudge against a guard -- and it does happen -- they can't track ya by yer looks! Protects yer identity and all that. Nifty, ain't it? Anyway, Ah was out on patrol with mah buddy Hoplite one day, and we were jumped by a group of criminal scumbags. Managed to subdue or kill all of 'em eventually, but not before one of 'em pulled a folding knife and stabbed me right in this here leg!" He slaps his right foreleg with a hoof, wincing slightly. That explains the limp. "Son of a bitch, he was. He got what was comin' to him, though. Spent nearly ten years in a labor camp, helpin' rebuild the very houses and farms he'd taken advantage of. Last Ah heard, he's turned into a real stand-up guy. Funny how that happens, huh?"

"So I take it that was the end of your guard career?" you ask.

"Yessir. They offered to keep me on as a librarian, but shit, Ah ain't never been one for catalogin' scrolls and what-not."

Finally finished writing, he flips the parchment around so you can read it. "Go ahead and take a look. If it looks good, just sign the line and we're in business!"

You read aloud to yourself, skimming through it. "This contract guarantees the holder...four to eight weeks to pay...in the event of failure...nothing will be owed...upon completion, all payment due in full over agreed-upon amount of time...contract cannot be renegotiated after signing, yada yada...okay, yeah, looks good." You grab the quill and dip it in ink, signing your name on the line and writing the date, along with your address. Aegis looks it over and smiles, nodding his head.

"Terrific! Ah'll get started on it tomorrow. As soon as it's done, Ah'll have one of mah sons come and get ya. And don't worry, Ah'll be sure t' tell 'em that if a lady answers, they're not t' say anything about the necklace, just that they're lookin' fer ya. Sound good?"

"Sounds real good, Aegis. Thanks again for your help, I wanted to come to the best."

"Well shoot, son, Ah'd say you've made the right choice! Now, if ya wanna hear the rest of the story, Ah'll be more than happy t' tell ya, but if you'd like t' go, Ah understand." You check your watch, seeing that it's only 5:42pm, plenty of time before you're supposed to leave with Rarity to check up on Fluttershy.

"By all means, continue, sir."

"Ya know what? Ah like yer attitude, son. Ya got a good head on yer shoulders. Gimme just a sec."

Aegis disappears around the corner, where you can hear the clinking of glass and the sound of a liquid being poured. He comes back out a few minutes later, floating a pair of ceramic mugs in the air, each of them filled to the top with froth.

"Here ya go, son! Couple 'a the finest pints of Apple Family Cider ya can get! Had this barrel in reserve for over a year now, should be nice and ready."

You're genuinely surprised by the offering, and you lift your mug in the air.

"To you, Aegis. You're a good guy."

He lifts his own and knocks it against yours.

"Ah, hell, Ah'm just an old stallion who ain't got much goin' on these days. Ah don't mind a little sharin' now and then. This here mug is to you and yer future wife. But, uh, this drink is just between us guys. Wouldn't want the missus gettin' all uppity, now would we? Mah old lady would kill me if she knew Ah kept a barrel 'a cider at work, heh heh!"

You tilt your cup back and take a drink, the fruity taste of the cider offsetting the bite of the alcohol. Best of all, it's nice and cold. It's the best damn hard cider you've ever had.

"Not too bad," you say with a nod of approval. "Not too bad at all."

"Thought ya might enjoy it. So yeah, that was the end of mah career in the Royal Guard. Got some nice benefits and pay from it, but Ah didn't wanna sit around and do nothin' all day, ya know? Fortunately for me, the gal Ah was datin' at the time was into gem cutting and jewel-smithing, so Ah asked her t' show me the ropes. Bless that girl, she's been with me ever since. It's because of her that Ah'm able t' even operate this place! Who knows? Maybe you'll say the same one day. If ya try yer hardest, and never forget why ya married her in the first place, you'll be with yer lady friend for the rest of yer life."

"I'm certainly gonna try," you respond, downing a gulp of your cider. "Her name's Rarity, by the way. Best thing to ever happen to me."

"Well, then Ah hope you and Rarity make a damn fine couple, son."

"Thanks," you say with a smile.

You hope you do too.

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"You alright, hon?" you ask as the two of you walk across Ponyville to Fluttershy's cottage. Street lamps cast their yellow glow on you as you pass by them, small islands of light in the dark, expansive night. Thousands of stars dot the sky over your heard, pinpoints of light against the crescent moon. By all accounts, it's a wonderful night...except for the worrying mare at your side.

"If I may be honest, darling, I don't know. There's been so many things to concern myself with lately, what with the store and Cashmere and all of that nonsense. It feels like I brought this up at an exceedingly bad time." Rarity flattens her ears in worry, her face twisting into a mask of a self-doubt. It's been obvious for most of the day that she's had Fluttershy on her mind, and it's only become worse as the hours ticked by.

"You only did what you thought was right, Rarity. Try not to worry so much, alright? Fluttershy's a good friend, and I can't think of anyone else who would be more understanding."

"That's just it. I can't help but think that I've somehow ruined that relationship we've had for so long. You remember what she said yesterday, right? She said she needed time to think about things, and that she would be by today. Yet she hasn't shown up. Perhaps I'm rushing things, but I need to know. You understand, don't you?"

You consider the situation in your head and work over the possible outcomes. They're equally good and bad.

"I understand wanting to know for sure, yeah. But ultimately this is about you and her, not me. What could I possibly say that you couldn't say better?"

"Give yourself more credit than that, darling! True, this is a personal matter, but you're part of my life now. My matters are your matters, and vice-versa. If there's something you think needs to be said, then by all means, I want you to say it. It may help her see things more clearly to have a third party providing advice, don't you think?"

It makes sense, even if you're not sure exactly what you'll say.

"I guess so. Just try and relax a little until we get there, okay? She's probably just as conflicted as you are, if not more so. Showing up as an emotional mess won't help matters."

She doesn't say anything in response, but you're sure you got the point across. You decide to leave her to her own thoughts for a while as you pass Elegant Expectations, the store front darkened and the sign reading 'closed'. Several signs sit out front or in the windows, advertising all manner of deals and offers. The store certainly looks professional, with big, cursive red letters and a set of large windows showing off her best designs. Too bad it represents potential ruin for Rarity and everything she knows.

You have a few ideas in mind for how you can repay Cashmere for her 'generous' offer, but they'll have to wait. For now, the complicated situation with Fluttershy is front and center.

After your trip to Aegis' story earlier in the day, you had a few hours to yourself. Rarity spent most of that time locked away in her work room, and you knew better than to intrude when she was in her 'inspiration mode'. It gave you time to think; think about the future, think about what marriage would entail, and how it would change your life. It would represent giving up completely on the idea of ever returning home. Even if you could return home, by some miracle or fluke...would you want to? It's been so long. People have moved on, and you've started a new life. A life you're happy with. Still, it means your old life would join the little shoebox in the bottom drawer, little mementos of things that will become increasingly distant and forgotten.

No one ever said it would be easy.

More than marriage, you thought about Rarity and Fluttershy, and the head-achingly complex situation you've found yourself in between them. Rarity wants you to show the same love and affection to Fluttershy that you show to her, but it doesn't feel like it'll be that easy. Fluttershy is just your friend. Sure, she's cute as ponies go (and diabetes-level adorable), but someone -- or rather, somepony -- who could potentially be sharing your bed? It's a lot to think about, even with Rarity's reassurances.

You pass the town hall, Sugarcube Corner, and several housing areas without a word between you. At the risk of startling her, you gently run a hand through her mane. She looks up at you and smiles.

"I'm alright, darling. I promise. I'm simply eager to resolve this situation, one way or another. But thank you."

It's several more minutes until you're on the outskirts of Ponyville. A grass-covered cottage sits on a small hill just up the road, light shining from several windows. Out front lies a multi-tiered bird feeder and several prefabricated lairs for small animals. Fluttershy's house. Your eyes strain to adjust to the lower light out this far from the town, and you're able to make out the small, arched bridge that crosses a stream.

"There she is," Rarity says quietly, pointing a hoof. A small, shadowed figure sits on the edge of the bridge, hind legs dangling over the side. You bend down to Rarity's height and brush a curl of hair from her eye.

"Are you sure you're ready, baby? If you're having second thoughts we can still go back."

She grasps your hand and nods solemnly, inhaling deeply as she does so.

"I'm ready, darling. Come what may, I'm ready."

You stand back up and slowly walk the rest of the way to the bridge, trying not to alarm Fluttershy. She turns to look at you and gives you a light, but brief smile, before turning back to stare into the water. Rarity walks over first and stands beside her friend. You can hear them quietly talking, but can't make out the words.

Rarity sits down beside Fluttershy in the same position, fidgeting to get comfortable on the stone surface. You stay a short distance away, letting them have their privacy. For a time they say nothing else. You can only imagine what's going through their heads right now.

You see Rarity say something and place a hoof on Fluttershy's leg. She doesn't move it, which you take a good sign.

"Oh, um, you don't have to stand there," Fluttershy says as she turns to face you, "You can come sit with us. It's okay."

You make your way to the small bridge and sit down on the other side of Fluttershy, letting your legs hang over the side. The sound of the babbling stream and chirping crickets, and the cool smell of the water as it flows beneath you, reminds you of being a kid; it's easy to see why Fluttershy likes it here. It's a very peaceful place.

"How are you, Fluttershy?" you ask with a comforting smile.

"I'm...okay. Thank you," she replies, glancing down at the water.

"We were worried about you, darling." Rarity flicks a small pebble off the bridge with her hoof. "Last night, after...well, after the events that led to our current situation, you said you would be by at some point. When you didn't show up I became concerned for your well-being. We both did."

"I can watch after myself, Rarity. It's okay. I made it home fine."

"Your mental well-being, Fluttershy. I...I'm sorry I dropped this revelation on you so quickly. Sincerely, I am."

Fluttershy opens her mouth to say something in return, but closes it again without speaking. Maybe she just wants to listen for now.

Rarity continues, "When I was sitting on that couch with the both of you, I felt so incredibly overjoyed. Even through the stress of the day, the absolute exhaustion, everything at that moment simply felt...right. I have a wonderful man who is the love of my life, but you, Fluttershy...you're my dearest friend. Over the years I've grown to see you not only as a confidant, but as somepony I wanted to express my feelings for. And when I felt those tears fall on my shoulder, I just knew I had to comfort you in some way. Some way that meant more than a simple hug and friendly reassurances. I just...goodness, how do I say this..."

Fluttershy turns her head to face Rarity, her bouncy pink mane sliding over her shoulder.

"...I wanted you to know what it was like to have somepony care for you. Not just as a friend, but deeper than that. You are an absolutely wonderful mare, Fluttershy. You're caring and smart and sensitive and, might I add, very pretty." Fluttershy smiles slightly at the compliment. "Anypony would be lucky to have you, darling! That's why it hurts me so to see you suffering like this. You deserve to have someone in your life who loves you and cares about you, who wants to be with you because of who you are. All you need is a little self-confidence."

You hear Fluttershy sniff back a tear. Maybe it's time you added your thoughts.

"You know, Fluttershy," you say as you take a small stone and skip it across the water, "I used to be in a position very similar to yours, not long ago. Before I joined up with our military, I had all of the people I knew when I was growing up suddenly start, well...growing up. I watched as my friends all started getting married, having kids, making lives of their own. And all I could do was sit back and wish it would happen to me. I tried, I really did. Had a few relationships, but they were for the wrong reasons." The scenes of multiple, painful breakups play through your head.

"It was desperation. I needed to feel needed by someone, you know? But none of those girls really cared about me in the end. But Rarity and I? We care about you, Fluttershy. Hell, Rarity's known you since you were both teenagers. She knows the pony that you are, deep down, and she thinks that pony is wonderful. You should hear her talk about you sometimes." You smile and laugh softly, hoping it'll catch on. Fluttershy smiles a little brighter, but it quickly fades back to an unsure expression.

"I've only known you for, what, a year and a half? A little less than that? But in that time, you've really grown on me. You're not boisterous like Dash, or insanely hyperactive like Pinkie. You're just quiet and thoughtful, and I've never heard you say a single hurtful thing to anyone you care about. You've got a good heart."

"Thank you," she says quietly, barely above a whisper. You offer your open palm and she gradually places her foreleg in it. You squeeze it gently as she lets out a deep breath.

"I know this is a lot to think about, darling. We're simply trying to put your mind at ease. What he said is absolutely true -- we care deeply about you. I care about you. When we were talking about this earlier, I told my darling that I wanted you to know the same feelings we know for each other. That sense of...walking on clouds when you see them for the first time after they've come home, that tugging at your heart strings when you're lying beside them, just enjoying each others' company. The feeling of complete and total peace when you're lost in that moment of intimacy, how the world just seems to vanish around you. All of those emotions, those feelings, are so wonderful. It's those things we want to share with you, Fluttershy. You deserve to know what those things are like. I want you to know what it's like. It's simply...serenity."

"I...I do want to know those things, Rarity. I'm just scared..."

"Oh, darling, come here." Rarity embraces Fluttershy and rocks her gently, placing her head on Fluttershy's shoulder. "You've nothing to be fearful of. I care deeply about you, and I always have. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to do, that's why this decision is entirely up to you. If you're not comfortable with us -- with me -- telling you these things, then we would not hold it against you for a single second. You will always be my dearest friend, no matter what. I love you, Fluttershy."

Rarity slowly pulls away and puts her hoof up with a smile. Fluttershy touches it with her own hoof and laughs softly, maybe feeling a little more reassured. She turns back so that she's staring over the water and brushes a length of hair from her face.

"Last night, when you, um...kissed me...I didn't really know what to feel, Rarity. I was scared and nervous and unsure and all those things, but part of me felt...happy. That's why I didn't pull away or ask you to stop, or anything like that. Even though it was a very big surprise, it felt like things were okay. I trust the both of you, more than you know. You're my best friends. And now asking me to be more than best friends...and, um, it's taken me a long time and a lot of thinking, but...I think I'm okay with that."

Rarity gasps sharply, obviously relieved.

"You are? Are you absolutely sure, darling? I don't want there to be any doubt in your mind."

"I'm...I'm sure, Rarity. I can't think of anypony else I'd want to share it with. It's going to take some getting used to, but I want to do this. You're both so very sweet, I know you'll be wonderful to be around. And, um, I can help in the store, too. If that's alright, that is."

"Of course it's alright, darling! Oh you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that! I swear to Celestia, I've been spending every waking moment worrying about it. I am so happy right now!" Rarity lets out a high-pitched squee of excitement and wraps Fluttershy in a hug, squeezing her tight. Maybe a little too tight.

"Um...Rarity...can't breathe..."

"Wha? Oh, heh heh, of course. Silly me! You'll have to excuse me, I'm just a little excited about it, that's all."

Fluttershy turns to you and gives you a hug with a big smile.

"See? That's the look of the Fluttershy I know. Don't you worry, I promise I'll treat you with every bit of respect and compassion as I do for Rarity. I'm glad you're okay with it, poor Rarity was worrying herself sick."

"Indeed, darling. I was quite the mess. Oh, but Fluttershy, what about the animals you watch over? I'd completely forgotten about them."

"Oh, don't worry, Rarity. I may be staying with you but I'll still be here for part of the day. Angel may be a hoof full, but deep down he's a good bunny. He knows how to take care of the smaller animals, like the birds and squirrels. If there's anything bigger I can always take care of it. I can be here part of the time, and at the Boutique part of the time. It's really not a problem."

"Are you sure? I know a lot of them rely on you."

"Mmhmm. Angel's a big boy, he's been helping out a lot lately. I told him I might be moving in with you for a little while, but, um, I didn't tell him why, of course. He was fussy about it for a while, but eventually he came around. He'll be okay."

The three of you stand back up, brushing the dust off your pants (or coats).

"I have some things packed in my saddlebags, if you give me just a minute I'll be right back out, okay?"

"Take your time, darling. There's no rush."

Fluttershy smiles bashfully and walks back to her cottage, closing the door behind her. Rarity is practically beaming, a mix of relief and joy across her face

"Thank you, baby! I was hoping you would add something! Ooooh, I'm so happy this all worked out!" She tackles you to the ground with a pounce and starts kissing all over your face with happy giggles, then gives you a long, deep kiss as she presses herself into you. "We'll see how this works out, okay? I know this wasn't an easy thing to accept, but thank you for trusting me on this. I love you, darling."

"Of course, honey. I love you too. We'll just take this one step at a time. But are we...are we really sure this is for the best? I know it's kinda late to second-guess things, but..."

You stand up and brush yourself off -- again

"Honestly? I'm sincerely hoping so. The last thing I want to do is toss Fluttershy into this without letting her think things through. I know it's been on her mind since last night, but it's always a concern. Really, darling, we've talked it through quite a bit, you and I. If you have any further concerns, please, you must let me know."

"I think this is all happening too fast, Rarity," you tell her, watching as Fluttershy's shadow plays against the windows. "I mean, it's been one day since you expressed your feelings for her, and now she's moving in with us? I thought you would have at least told me before we invite someone else into our home."

"Darling, this is Fluttershy we're talking about. Really, what is there to be concerned about?"

"Because that's our home, Rarity. I know you're excited that she's decided to do this, but you could have warned me or something. I can't help but feel like this is going make things just...so much more complicated. God, I don't know if I'm ready to potentially share a bed with her."

"If you're concerned about her becoming the center of my attention, or if this is some sort of...of...jealousy issue, then you should know that you're still first and foremost in my mind. I'm not going to abandon you, dear! You saw how scared she was, didn't you? How relieved she looked just now? I'm telling you, this is a change for the better. Please, darling. Sweetie. Trust me on this. Okay?"

You let out a deep sigh and tap your foot on the ground while she waits for an answer.

"Okay. I'll give this a chance, but you have to promise me we'll still be like we were before. I don't want to lose any time with you, hon. That's really what I'm most concerned about."

She clutches your hand between her hooves and gives you a reassuring smile.

"I promise. Things will be just like they've always been. We'll just have somepony else around sometimes, that's all. Do it for me? Goodness, what am I saying? Do it for Fluttershy. Poor girl needs some comfort right now."

Fluttershy walks back out, a pair of saddlebags around her back.

"Um, I wasn't sure what all I needed to bring, so I brought a little of everything. I can always come back tomorrow to get a few things."

"Don't you worry one bit, darling, we've got everything you'll need. You bring what you like."

Fluttershy nods and gives Rarity a smile, and the three of you start the long walk back to the Boutique.

"To be honest, darling, I must admit to being somewhat nervous about this whole situation," Rarity speaks up as you pass Town Hall. "When we were on our way here, I was doing a lot of thinking about our current state of affairs."

"If you were nervous, Rarity, you should have seen me! I spent most of the day in my room..."

You listen to Fluttershy and Rarity talk and laugh back and forth, the formerly conflicted air between them now finally cleared up. It's good to hear Rarity sounding happy again. You put a smile on your face, and hope it hides the uncertainty lurking just below the surface.

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"You can stay in Sweetie Belle's room if you like, Fluttershy," Rarity says as you walk up the stairs to the second floor of the Boutique. "She hasn't been around lately, poor thing has had quite the busy little life with after-school activities and friends. It's a comfortable bed, you should have no trouble falling asleep."

"Thank you, Rarity. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"You're part of the family now, so if you ever feel the need to make something to eat, or you want to grab yourself a drink, don't hesitate to do so. We usually have coffee and breakfast in the morning, but we have tea if that's more your style. Oh, and there's a guest restroom near our door." Rarity stops in the doorway and puts a foreleg over Fluttershy's neck. "I know this will take some getting used to, darling, but please, don't feel like you ever have to hesitate to ask us anything. We want you to be comfortable and happy here. Okay?"

"Okay. I think I'm going to put away my things and get some sleep, if you don't mind. It's been kind of an exhausting day..."

"I know, Fluttershy, I feel the same way. But at least we got that out of the way, right? Now, I shan't keep you any longer, I'm sure you'd rather get oriented than listen to me blather on for another ten minutes."

"Oh, no, it's okay! I don't mind if you, um...blather."

Rarity laughs softly and kisses Fluttershy's cheek.

"Relax, darling. It was a joke." Fluttershy blushes under her light yellow coat and smiles nervously. "Still the same Fluttershy I've known and loved for years. You'll be just fine, dear. If you need anything, anything at all, feel free to ask. What's ours is yours."

You bend down and give Fluttershy a hug and a kiss on her forehead. "Have a good night, Fluttershy. We'll see you in the morning."

You quietly shut the door as Rarity walks out, giving Fluttershy some privacy. Rarity puts a hoof around your waist as you walk to your bedroom, a contented smile on her face.

"That went better than I hoped it would. Goodness, it feels like I've had a great weight lifted from my shoulders! The relief is palpable, I can assure you of that."

"I can tell."

Rarity perks up at your short response, picking up on your tone.

"Is something the matter, dear? You're awfully quiet."

You pull Rarity aside to her working room and lower your voice.

"Fluttershy is living with us now, right? But how long until...you know...she wants to join us?"

"I'd say she's already joined us if she's living here, wouldn't you?"

"You know what I mean, hon. I know you do."

"Well, I couldn't really say, darling. I do feel that it's inevitable, but I don't understand your continued apprehension at such an idea. I love Fluttershy like--"

"That's just it, Rarity. I don't love Fluttershy like I do you. I love her as a friend, yeah, but if you're asking me to be put in a situation where I'm going to end up making love to her...I don't know. Something about that doesn't feel right. I'm not completely against the idea, but I'm not entirely for it, either. It feels like...cheating."

Rarity raises up on her hind legs so she's closer to your full height, pressing her hooves against your stomach.

"Please, darling, it's not cheating if it's something we've agreed upon! When we were first discussing this situation, you asked me a similar question, and I told you: This is something that I feel Fluttershy has been missing, a sense of intimacy and love. That, my love, is what we would be communicating to her. I don't want you to think that it's 'cheating' for one single second, okay? If -- when -- the time comes that we're taken by our baser urges, all of us...you don't have to feel like it's something wrong. You have my utmost confidence and permission. I wouldn't be putting you in this position in the first place if I didn't think our love could stand the test. Do you understand?"

You nod your head slowly, considering her words. It's still an idea you can't be entirely sure of, but you feel a little more comfortable with the whole situation. A little.

"Alright, hon. Let's just...take this slowly, okay?"

"Of course, darling. You have my word. Now, I believe we've discussed this enough. Shall we go?"

You close the bedroom door behind you as you step out of the hallway, feeling like you're really shutting the door on the events of the entire day, and start stripping out of your clothes, simply letting them fall to the floor. It's a huge relief to be alone with her again, with nothing clouding your minds. Your mood improves drastically as she struts past you with a look over her shoulder. Rarity sits on the edge of the bed and raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oooh, slower, darling. Hmmhmm."

"Well, if you insist," you reply with a smile. You start taking off your clothes slower...much, much slower. Comically slower. Rarity gives an exasperated sigh and tosses your shirt back in your face.

"Always the comedian," she says with a laugh. "Come now, darling, the night is young, but I shan't wait forever!" She strikes a seductive pose and eyes you up and down as you undress, biting her lip in anticipation. Slowly, you remove your last piece of clothing -- your worn boxers -- with a smile. She gasps in mock surprise. "Oh, my, you don't take much convincing, do you? Now what ever shall we do about that?"

You climb onto the bed and pull her against you, feeling her wonderfully soft coat and skin against your own.

"I've got a few ideas," you answer with a wry grin.

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Something wakes you from your sleep, a quiet sound of hooves on the bare floor. You groggily look at the alarm clock, the glowing hands reading just past one in the morning. You blink several times to clear the haze from your vision, lifting your head to look at the door. It's partially open, with a mare's head poking through. She sees you rise up to see what the sound was, and slinks back behind the door.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's just that, well...I don't really like sleeping alone. But I can go back if you need me to..."

You rub your eyes with your hand and shield your eyes from the light coming from the hallway.

"No, no, that's fine, Fluttershy," you say in response. "There's plenty of room. Come on."

Fluttershy opens the door a little more, just enough to squeeze through, and shuts it behind her. She cautiously makes her way to the bed, being careful to avoid your clothes lying on the floor. The soft clops of her hooves wakes up Rarity, who sits up with a confused look on her face.

"Wha? Did you say something, darling? I'm not...what time is it..." She rubs her eyes and notices Fluttershy standing at the foot of the bed. "Oh, Fluttershy. Are you alright, dear?"

"Um, I was hoping I could sleep with you two. I don't really like being alone at night. I'm kind of...scared of the dark."

Rarity clicks her tongue and smiles despite the groggy feelings.

"Of course you can sleep with us, darling. Come on, it's a large bed, we'll make some room."

You take one of your pillows and slide it over next to Rarity's, fluffing it up so that it's comfortable. Fluttershy climbs up on the bed and settles down between you, lying on her back. You can feel the soft feathers of her folded wings against your chest as you pull up the sheets and blankets for her.

"Comfy?" you ask her.

"I am, thank you. It's a very nice bed."

Rarity nuzzles her cheek and smiles warmly.

"You're welcome to sleep with us from now on if you like, darling. I'm quite happy you're here."

From now on? Like...every night, from now on? There are some nights...a lot of nights...where you can't imagine having someone else in the room with you. All of those times where you spend long hours, into the early morning, being intimate with Rarity, with all of her playful little outfits and toys, or just sharing some drinks and reminiscing about the past. Those are very private things. To think they may be gone...

"Thank you, Rarity. I would have come in earlier but, um...I didn't want to interrupt."

Oh. Rarity must have been more...enthusiastic...than you thought. Enough to let it be known what you were doing, apparently. You can't see her well enough to be sure, but you'd bet your bottom bit that Rarity's blushing right now.

"Don't you worry about that, dear. We're all adults here. If my darling and I are taken by our, ah, urges, there's always means of attaining privacy. You're not getting in the way of anything by wanting to stay in our bed, I assure you." You're not so sure.

Rarity runs a hoof through Fluttershy's long hair. You can feel it against your legs and your stomach, and it's not an unpleasant sensation. It's just as soft as Rarity's, maybe even more so.

It's a very soothing feel, and you start drifting off quickly. Fluttershy's voice brings you back from the brink of sleep.

"Rarity..."

"Hmm?"

"When we were talking earlier, you said something that I never said in return. So, um, I just wanted to fix that."

"What's that, darling?"

"I...I love you too."

You raise yourself up on one arm to see better. Rarity smiles warmly and leans in closer to her long-time friend, and gently, lovingly, kisses her. Fluttershy takes a few seconds to respond, but finally gives in and returns the kiss, running a hoof over the back of Rarity's head. It lingers for a moment, then they both pull back and smile, rubbing their noses together.

"That was...nice," Fluttershy says with in her soft, bashful voice.

"I'm glad you thought so, darling," Rarity replies. "I've been waiting to do that for a very long time. It's good to have you with us." Fluttershy raises a foreleg and wipes her eyes.

"I can't explain it, but I just feel so...happy. Right here, with the both of you. It feels...right." She turns to face you and puts a hoof on your arm, which you grasp in your free hand. "Really, you've both shown me so much kindness, more than I deserve. I don't think I'd want to be anywhere else right now."

You let go of her hoof and run your fingers through her pink hair, feeling it part between your fingers.

"I think you deserve it, Fluttershy. In the time I've known you, I've seen the wonderful woman you are, and I feel lucky to know you. We said we'd make you feel welcome and wanted, and we meant it. You're part of our lives now, in a much bigger way. I promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that I'm going to do everything I can to make you feel the same way." It sounded good, at least. You're still apprehensive about the situation as a whole, but feeling her next to you eases some of the tension. It reminds you a lot of when you were first with Rarity, down to the feel of her hair.

Fluttershy nuzzles your cheek with a 'thank you'. You look over at Rarity and she nods with a warm smile, mouthing 'go on'. You give her a questioning eyebrow and she rolls her eyes, then motions a kiss.

You run your hand over Fluttershy's cheek and cradle her head, staring into her big, teal eyes. Then, slowly, you lean down and press your lips against hers.

You're kissing Fluttershy, your mind tells you. And not just a peck on the cheek. You're actually kissing her. It feels weird to be kissing someone who isn't Rarity, but...it's nice. Very nice. It doesn't feel wrong in the least. You close your eyes and slide a hand under her back, brushing her wings with your fingers.

She returns your kiss gently, inhaling deeply as you push just a tiny bit harder. She wraps a foreleg around your head and pulls you every so slightly. She's amazingly loving and warm, even with just a simple kiss. Somewhere in the back of your mind, your body is screaming at you to push forward, to embrace her passionately and feel her body against yours.

Somewhat regretfully, you decide to simply pull back, pulling at her bottom lip as you do. She giggles softly and buries her face in her hooves.

"Oh, my...you're very good at that."

You laugh and kiss her cheek, wrapping an arm around her waist as you rest your head against her shoulder.

"Thank you," you laugh quietly in return, "you're pretty good yourself."

"That was, um, the first time I've done that...it was very nice."

Rarity places a foreleg around Fluttershy's chest and lays her head against her other shoulder, kissing it once.

"You see, Fluttershy? We said we would make you feel the same love and compassion we feel."

"I think I like it, Rarity. It was very pleasant...thank you again, ever so much."

"Of course, darling. Now, you just relax and close your eyes. We're right here with you."

You apprehension, at least for today, has melted away. You've become more than a friend to her; you're a source of comfort now. Maybe Rarity was right, and you were just being stubborn for no good reason. Maybe things will work out just fine.

You clasp Rarity's hoof in your hand, your joined limbs resting gently on Fluttershy's warm, soft chest. She smiles at you and closes her eyes, and you fall back into a peaceful sleep.

Chapter Seven: Joke's On You

The world around you snaps back into being with a flash of purple magic, Twilight's teleportation spell dropping you right in the royal entrance way. It's a big, open-air square with grand columns and sweeping, grandiose covered walkways leading off from each of the four main directions. Surrounding each walkway entrance is a beautiful carpet of pink, red, and purple flowers, all of them collectively giving off a faint, magical sound. In the center of the square is a large, circular fountain -- two stylized alicorns rearing up on their hind legs, surrounded by arcing jets of water.The detail put into the area is amazing.

Detail that is completely lost on you, as you rush over to a near-by bush and vomit into it. Good thing you didn't eat this morning.

"Oh no!" Twilight yells out, rushing over to your side. At least she's worried about the after-effects of the spe-- "Those are the royal everglow bushes! They're never going to be the same now!"

...Nevermind.

"I'm fine, thanks," you mutter between dry heaves.

"Heh, sorry. I guess I've become too used to this place, huh? Are you alright?"

"I don't think you got it exactly right, Twi. The spell, I mean." No kidding.

"It could be worse! At least you're in one piece, right? That's something. I, uh, I guess it was never calibrated for human use. So I just took a guess...hold on a second, I can help." She closes her eyes and her horn flares with purple energy, popping a small cloth into existence a few seconds later. "Here, you can use this."

You take the cloth with a grumbled 'thanks' and wipe your mouth, stuffing it into your pocket.

"Chin up, now, darling!" Rarity speaks in a cheerful voice, "You're about to meet royalty! A bit of a tummy ache shan't dull the honor of such a thing." She bounces a curl of hair with a hoof. "How does my mane look? Did the teleportation cause any split ends?" Twilight simply gives an unamused look in response. "...Right, I suppose it's not a big concern. Shall we continue?"

You wearily stand back up, feeling the fading surges of nausea course through you. That was...not pleasant. At least you don't have to do it again.

Fortunately, you managed to avoid puking on yourself, so you still look presentable. You flatten your black beret out to make sure it's up to snuff, just in case. There's still a lingering taste of bile in your mouth, so you walk over to the central fountain and, making sure no one else is looking, lean in and take in several mouthfuls of water from one of the jets, swishing them around before spitting them out onto the grass. A few more seconds and the acrid taste is gone, allowing you to drink a bit of the streaming water.

Rarity and Twilight have matching looks on their faces, obviously wanting to say something in protest, but deciding it best to bite their tongues instead.

Twilight leads you and Rarity down one of the walkways, allowing you to look at the exotic plants situated around the area. Some of them are actually glowing, and one particular plant seems to reach out toward you with long, leafy vines. "No way," the little voice in you head protests, "I've read THAT book before. You stay the hell away from me."

A pair of royal guards stand in front of a set of high, ornately carved double doors: The entrance to the royal hall and throne area. They snap their wings out, faster than you'd have thought possible, revealing the shining, bladed armor that adorns the leading edges. It all serves to make them look very menacing. You certainly wouldn't want to mess with them.

"State your business," the pegasus on the right states flatly, but with an undertone of staunch authority. Twilight gives them a bemused look.

"You two must be new here. I'm Twilight Sparkle, and these are--"

"We were not told of any 'Twilight Sparkle' making an appearance," the other pegasus says. You notice that they look exactly the same: White coats, short-cropped blonde tails, and blue eyes. Just like every other pegasus guard you've seen, come to think of it. Weird.

"Look, guys, I'm the Princess' faithful student. You had to have heard of me." No response, simply glaring eyes. "You know, live in Ponyville? Send letters once in a while about the magic of friendship and such? Bearer of the element of magic?" Either the guards are fresh out of training, or they're thick. Maybe both. Twilight sighs and puts a hoof to her face. "Look, she's expecting me. Us. Expecting us. Just go ask her or something, will you?"

The guard ponies give each other aside glances, the one on the right nodding to the other.

"Very well. But you are to stay exactly where you are, is that understood?" You all nod in agreement. The guard gives you one more suspicious look and opens the large doors, slipping inside. They close again with a loud 'bang'. The remaining guard keeps his wing-blades out, standing firm in the face of three potential enemies.

Twilight plops down on the ground and rolls her eyes at him.

"Look, I appreciate that you're just trying to do your job, but really, it's nothing to concern yourself with. Like I said, I'm Twilight Sparkle, and the mare next to me is Rarity, and this--"

"What are you supposed to be?" the guard points a hoof at you.

"I'm a human," you reply, your hands joined together behind your back in an at-ease stance. "As far as I know I'm the first human in Equestria. It's, uh, a long story..."

"Uh huh. That uniform, it looks militaristic. You don't look like any military adviser I've ever seen."

"Oh, I'm not an adviser, I'm an engineer." You figure he's a military stallion, so he might respect some form of drill-and-ceremony conduct. You snap to attention, rendering a crisp, clean salute. "Second battalion, thirty-seventh armored, Charlie company. Name's Corporal--"

"I don't care what your name is, just don't cause any trouble, understand?"

Well, it was worth a try.

"...Right. Don't worry, I'm not here to cause any problems. I'm just trying to get home."

"Good."

Rarity pulls a comb from a small saddlebag on her back, floating it through the air and using it to brush her mane.

"Relax, darling. I assure you we're no ruffians. Why, as the bearer of the element of generosity, I believe--"

"I said, don't cause any problems. That means be quiet and stay there."

Rarity furrows her eyebrows in frustration and slips the comb back into the bag.

"No manners, I swear..." she mutters under her breath.

The other guard returns a moment later, opening the doors wide for you.

"My sincerest apologies, Miss Sparkle. And guests. The Princess is indeed expecting you. If you'll come with me?" The grumpy guard folds his wings back in so you can pass, nodding to the guard holding the doors open. You step by without a word, though Rarity can't help but stick her nose in the air with a turn of her head, giving an indignant 'hmmph'.

The entrance way leads to a long hallway lined with stained glass frescoes of the major events in Equestrian history. You pass by an image of a pink-maned Celestia banishing Luna-turned-Nightmare-Moon. There's one of Luna's return, shown as Nightmare Moon being wrapped in a beam of rainbow-colored energy, with a significantly smaller, more meager Luna beneath it. Situated around the top of the image are the bearers of the Elements of Harmony. The last window, still being worked on, shows a strange, dragon-like creature being turned into stone, with floating chunks of ground and buildings around him.

Two more guards -- grey unicorns this time, swords and shields tucked against their armor -- stand near a final set of double doors. They nod as you pass, their horns lighting up with blue magic to open the large, heavy doors behind them.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Twilight asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you reply. "Let's just get this over and done with."

The three of you step inside a large, circular room as the doors close behind you. It's a breath-taking sight: High columns around the edges of the room support a second, railed-off level. A large, oval-shaped dais sits near the back, which you guess is some sort of throne. Red, gold, and teal curtains hang from multiple places, tied off at the ends to form sweeping patterns. Even the floor is regal, made of polished marble flecked with gold. It literally makes your mouth hang open.

"Quite the sight, isn't it?" Twilight quips with an amused tone, smiling at your expression.

"Yeah...yeah it is."

There's a sound of loud, clacking hoof falls on marble. Your mind starts to race, realizing that you're likely to meet a living, breathing deity any moment now. You make last-second adjustments to your uniform, fidgeting over the details. Twilight and Rarity drop to their forelegs and bow their heads, so you figure you should do the same, taking a knee and bowing in return. The hoof falls get louder, and you're aware of a presence in front of you.

"Please, rise," the voice says.

You stand up and look...only to be greeted by a sight that takes your breath away. Standing before you is a large, white alicorn with an ethereally flowing mane of blue, green, purple and pink. It looks like it's being blown by a soft, nonexistent breeze. It actually sparkles in the sunlight that streams in from a large window. A curved, golden crown sits on her head, just behind her large, pointed horn.

She's looking at you with soft, expressive, pink eyes, a gentle smile on her face. Your anxieties seem to disappear entirely, and you're overtaken by a calm, almost peaceful feeling.

"Wow..." you say to yourself. You weren't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. The Princess is...beautiful.

"Hello again, Princess Celestia," Twilight says with a smile.

"Hello, Twilight. It's so good to see you, as always," Celestia says in return. Her voice is soft and pleasant, civil yet confident. A voice she's no doubt had plenty of time to practice in her thousand-plus years of rule. It's very comforting and warm. "And Rarity, I'm glad you came along. How have you been?"

"Absolutely fabulous, I assure you, Princess," Rarity says with a nod of her head.

"And you must be the human I've heard so much about," Celestia bows her head toward you. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Princess Celestia."

"The pleasure's all mine, your highness," you say with a bow of your own.

"How very polite. Let me get a good look at you here." She slowly walks around you, her flowing mane brushing against your shoulder. She's easily a foot taller than you are, obviously more of a horse than a pony. "Hmmm...I must say, you're the very first human I've ever seen. And I've been around for a very long time." She laughs softly as she returns to her previous position in front of you.

"I've heard the same from a lot of people, your highness. Erm, ponies. A lot of ponies."

Rarity giggles at your awkwardness. You can feel your cheeks turning red in response.

"Please, just call me Celestia. Or Princess Celestia, if you prefer something more formal."

She turns around and walks to the raised dais near the back of the room, and you follow Twilight over so that you're closer. Celestia folds her legs under her and sits down with a smile.

"Now, what can I do to help you? The letter Twilight sent me said you were in need of assistance."

You spend a few seconds trying to figure out the best way to explain things, but ultimately decide to just be as straight-out as possible.

"Your highness -- I mean, Princess Celestia --, I just want to go home. Really, that's all there is to it. Twilight has spent weeks trying to help me find a way back, but our search has been fruitless so far. To be honest, we've run out of ideas, so Spike suggested we go see you. I, uh, I must admit I was pretty nervous about meeting you."

"Nervous? Oh goodness, I hope I've eased some of those concerns. I let all of my subjects know that they've nothing to fear from me in the slightest. I am simply here to make sure order is maintained and the world continues to function just as it always has."

"Yes, ma'am," you reply, "I feel a lot better about things now that I've met you. I don't know what I was expecting, but you're a lot more genuine than I thought royalty would be."

She smiles, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you. It's like she's radiating warmth and comfort.

"I'm glad I can put your mind at ease. Although, Twilight," she turns to her student, "you really didn't have to wait so long to tell me. You know you can always come to me no matter what."

"I'm sorry, Princess," Twilight says with an embarrassed look.

"It's quite alright. Now..." she turns back to you, "Why don't you tell me what's happened so far?"

You start from the beginning, telling her about the ship you were on, and the experiment that went horribly wrong. You tell her about how Rarity found you and saved you, and the month you spent in the hospital recuperating. Finally, you tell her about the several weeks you've been living with Twilight, trying to find a way home. She listens intently through the whole story, nodding here and there. She's silent for a few moments after you finish.

"I see. So...you think whatever caused this accident, whatever energy was behind it, should be able to send you back home. Correct?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm going to be honest, I've no idea what type of event could cause such a thing. It sounds like this ship you were on was so overloaded with magical energy that it tore a hole between our worlds and deposited you here. That requires an enormous amount of power. What exactly was it you were part of?"

"It was...how do I put this...a sort of visible cloaking system. Basically, it was supposed to allow ships and their wakes to be hidden from visible and electronic detection by...something or other. I didn't exactly design the thing, I just installed the support frame around it. There wasn't any magic involved, though. Where I come from, magic isn't a real thing."

The Princess taps her hoof on the floor in thought.

"Interesting. I wish I could tell you why it happened, but such technological feats are beyond us."

Your heart sinks a little, feeling any hope of getting home slowly slip away.

"So you can't help me?"

"I don't know, I'm afraid to say. But I will most certainly try."

"But you can move the sun, right? The power to do that has to dwarf the power to make a portal, doesn't it?"

"Indeed I can, and I do. But the two are not as related as you may think. They are, each of them, different areas of magic. Nothing is as simple as it sounds."

Celestia stands back up and walks toward you, lowering her head so that she's eye level with you.

"I cannot promise you that I can return you home, but I will do everything in my power. I think this is going to take help beyond even myself. Please, make yourselves comfortable, there is someone I must speak with. I will return shortly."

You nod your head with a 'thank you' and watch her walk off, slumping down on a large, blue pillow.

"Power beyond even herself? What does that mean?"

"If I had to venture a guess," Twilight answers, "I'd say she's going to bring Luna in."

"But I thought Celestia was the stronger of the two." At least, according to everything you've heard.

"Oh, she is, but if Celestia and Luna can combine their power, then...who knows? It's worth a try, right?"

==========

Nearly twenty minutes pass before Celestia returns, this time with a much more solemn look. You wonder if something happened, or if you're about to receive bad news.

"My apologies for the delay, but Luna took some convincing. I'm afraid she's not very social." She turns her head and raises her voice slightly. "Luna? You can come in any time you like. I assure you there's nothing to be afraid of."

"AFRAID? WE ART NOT 'AFRAID', DEAR SISTER! 'TIS SIMPLY A MATTER OF--"

"Luna! Please, you'll scare our guest. Remember what we worked on, okay? Nice and quiet."

"--Y-Yes, my mistake. Very well, I shall enter the chambers now."

Another Alicorn, a little shorter than Celestia, rounds the corner. She's a much darker color, a midnight blue. Her mane and tail flow in the same ethereal breeze as her sister's, but instead of sparkling in the sunlight, it shines with pinpoints of light, almost like it contains thousands of stars.

"Greetings, fair...human. I am Princess Luna, keeper of the night. Thou must forgiveth our -- my -- antiquated speech, 'tis been a long time since I have been home. The years, I fear, hath not been easy to adjust to."

You bow deeply in respect, figuring she's more likely to approve of formality than her sister.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess Luna."

Twilight and Rarity bow along with you.

"I told Luna all about your unique situation, and she's offered to help. Perhaps if we can join our magic together, we can accomplish the goal. Isn't that right, Luna?"

"Verily. I must admit, thou art the first human I have seen. Most curious."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," you rub your neck with a nervous smile.

"Princess, if I may ask," Twilight adds, "How do you expect to do something like this? Even if the parallel worlds theory is correct, and it's a matter of tearing a hole between the two worlds...how do you know which world is his? Or dimension. Universe. Something."

"Because I'm going to do something I've not done in a long time," Celestia says firmly. She faces you and steps closer. "I'm going to tap into his mind. I need his permission to do this, however."

Twilight gasps in surprise.

"You're going to WHAT?"

"Essentially, I'm going to read his mind, Twilight. It is not something I take lightly, and I avoid it as much as possible. I have only done so a few times in the last thousand years. It requires a great deal of concentration, and the process can be...unpleasant."

"...unpleasant how?" you ask, suddenly not so sure you're okay with this whole situation.

"No permanent harm will come to you, of that I can assure you. However, probing your mind will tax your body, and I fear you may end up passing out or feeling very ill."

You don't say anything, too busy focusing on the risks.

"As I said, it is not a spell that I am fond of using. It is both an invasion of personal privacy and an invasion of the body. I will be able to see your very thoughts, tap into your subconscious. However, if you want to go home, this is the only way I can think of. Once I have your thoughts within my own mind, Luna and I can attempt to open a portal to your world. There is no guarantee, I'm afraid."

"Good thing I already threw up this morning..." you mutter to yourself. "So you're sure this is the best way you can think of? This is the best chance I have?"

"I'm afraid so. If you don't want to go through with this, I will not force you. This must be entirely your decision, because I cannot tap into your mind if you're unwilling."

The one way left to you to get back involves mind-rape. Wonderful. Still...if it works, it'll be worth it.

"Alright," you say with a deep exhale. "I'll do it. Just, uh, be gentle."

"Very well. If you'll please lie down, we can begin. I apologize in advance if anything unpleasant happens, that is something beyond my control." You give the princess a nod and lie on your back, grateful for the large pillows that dot the room. "Twilight, Rarity, there is a part in this for you, as well. I need you to hold him down."

Wait, hold you down? Ummm...

"The body's natural reaction to such an invasion is to fight back, and I imagine it's the same in humans. If so, you need to keep him in place."

Twilight floats a smaller pillow under your head as she and Rarity walk over to your sides, unsure expressions on their faces.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this," Twilight says.

"As am I, darling." Rarity places her hoof in your hand and you squeeze it gently, thankful for some small measure of comfort. "Whatever happens, we're here for you."

"Thank you," you say to both of them. "It means a lot to me." You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself, closing your eyes, focusing on something else besides your imminent situation. Your thoughts drift to that of lying in the hospital bed, sunlight streaming in through the windows, a soft breeze rustling the curtains. Standing beside you is Rarity, regaling you with a tale of how she fought through her own self-doubt to defeat the corrupted Nightmare Moon, gesturing wildly and making dramatic movements.

"Okay," you say out loud. "Let's start. You have my full permission, Princess. Both of you do."

"Very well." Celestia's voice is no longer light and reassuring, instead sounding thick with conviction and resolve. "I will begin immediately. No matter what I do, no matter what you feel or hear, you must stay conscious through this. Do you understand? If you don't, then the connection will be severed, and I will be unable to perform this spell on you again."

You mentally brace yourself against the unknown, expecting the worst but hoping for the best.

"I understand."

"Then let us begin."

You hear the princess walk over to you, her ornately decorated shoes clacking against the marble floor. She bends down at your side and presses the tip of her long, pointed horn against your forehead. There's a distinct, chiming sound of magic, a sound you're very familiar with. It doesn't stay familiar for long. It's soon joined by a rhythmic, pulsing sound, lower in frequency. Even through your closed eyes, you can see the area around you glowing much brighter, flooding in through your eyelids.

A strange tingle starts to form at the spot where her horn is touching your head, and you have to resist the urge to scratch it. The tingle slowly spreads through your mind and down your body, little pinpricks of electricity in your fingertips and toes. It feels strange, but there's nothing entirely unpleasant yet.

The pulsing sound is joined by a more high-pitched one, and the tiny pinpricks suddenly feel like jolts of electricity. You twitch involuntarily against the sensation, eliciting a gasp from Twilight and Rarity.

"I'm okay," you reassure them, focusing back on happier memories. Rarity is walking in to see you again, grasping a small figure in her mouth. It's a little white bear, wrapped up in a red ribbon. Just like the one you had as a kid, one you haven't seen for years. She sets the bear down next to your arm and smiles, going on about the stitching and how she hopes it's what you were expecting. A completely selfless act, done purely to bring you some comfort in a place that is very unfamil--

You're suddenly overtaken by an immense pressure in your temples -- it feels like your head is going to collapse in on itself. Your grit your teeth against it, aware of a cold presence in your mind, one that washes over and through your very thoughts.

"Focus on those thoughts again." You can hear Celestia's voice in your head, strangely distant. "Let her be your anchor."

You hear Twilight voicing some sort of concern for your safety, but you're unable to make out any words. It feels like everything is happening to someone else, someone far removed from yourself, even though you know better.

It's been a few days since she gave you your gift, and she's spent several hours talking with you today. She even brought a lunch to share with you, so you wouldn't have to eat hospital food for once. Some kind of french roll with a mix of cheeses and greens. A soda, too. Carrot flavored, of all things. You thank her sincerely and she smiles back, the same smile you've come to know so well lat--

"Aaaaaagh!" The jolts of electricity become a continuous torrent of harsh shocks. You can feel your body convulsing in protest. Twilight and Rarity press down against your shoulders and legs to keep you still, but it's not enough. Your body is pinned down by a flaring of magic from one of them, and you hear Rarity trying to comfort you. Only bits and pieces of her speech make any sense.

"She cares about you," Celestia's distant voice in your head tells you, "She would regret seeing you go, but she wants you to be happy. Hold onto her voice. Use it."

You try and focus on her voice, gradually allowing her words to take hold. They still sound distorted and wavering, but clearer.

"--ease, darling, don't be afraid. I'm here for you. I promise you'll be okay."

You've finally left the hospital, relieved to never have to lay in that damn bed again. Relieved, but uncertain. What are you going to do now? Twilight and Rarity are at your side, floating a small bag of your meager belongings. Rarity tugs at your sleeve and offers you a smile, reassuring you that everything will be fine. You bend down and hug her, happy to feel her silky coat against your hands. She's been the one constant through this entire mess.

Your vision flashes a multitude of colors, bright bursts of light flooding your sight. It feels like your stomach is trying to twist itself into a knot and you turn your head to the side to dry heave. Nothing comes out, but your body is rejecting the process. With a final surge of magic, your skin starts to feel like it's on fire, every nerve ending burning relentlessly. You arch your back even with the spell holding you down, and let out a loud, sobbing yell.

"I've got it!" Celestia yells over your screams of agony. "Luna, focus on me!"

There's another sound of intense magic, accompanied by a sharp 'crack' of energy. You open your eyes in panic, rapidly glancing at Celestia's intense look of concentration, Twilight's scared expression, and Rarity's watery eyes. Her light blue eyeshadow is smudged and dripping, but she keeps her gaze on you.

"It's almost over, darling, you have to be strong!"

Down by your feet is a swirling vortex of magic, rapidly coalescing into a small sphere. It hums with otherworldly energy, then rapidly expands to four times its size with a roaring of thunder.

"Wider, Luna! We have to get it stabilized!"

The sphere roils and churns, but it's becoming fuzzier. You struggle to focus on it, finding yourself unable to. You glance back at Rarity and reach your gripped hand up to her cheek. She holds it there with a quivering lip. Her big, blue eyes slowly fade as the world around you grows more distant. Darker. You fight against the overwhelming darkness streaming in from the corners of your vision, but it's a losing battle. Your sight fades into a small tunnel of light before that, too vanishes into nothing.

You awaken a short time later, feeling someone holding your head between soft hooves. You blink a few times to clear the haze, momentarily biting your lip hard enough to draw blood as lingering pulses of energy course through you. You immediately sit up, looking around. There's relief on Twilight's face -- she probably thought you were dead.

"Did...did it work?" You rapidly turn your head, looking for the portal that was forming, but seeing nothing. "It was right here, where did it..."

Celestia and Luna are at your side. They look remorseful. Saddened.

Oh no.

"I'm sorry," Celestia says solemnly, "We couldn't keep it open. It was too much for your body to handle, and you became unconscious after a short time."

"You mean...you mean it didn't work? I-I'm stuck here? But it was right there...we have to try again, we have to...to..."

"I'm truly sorry," she says again, "but it's a one-time process. If I were to attempt it again, it's very likely that you would die. I cannot do such a thing."

Your lip starts to tremble as weight of the last several minutes crushes down on you, an unfathomable sadness. You'll never see them again. You'll never go back home. You're trapped in this place for the rest of your life.

"B-but...I can't be here...I can't...oh god...I'm so sorry, mom..." Tears start streaming down your face, uncontrollable and stinging against your cheeks.

Rarity embraces you and puts a foreleg around your head. You bury your face in her shoulder, and cry a deep, hopeless cry.

"I'm so sorry, darling." She runs a hoof through your hair and gently rocks you. "I'm so sorry. I'll always be here for you. Always."

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You never were a morning person.

The very idea of voluntarily waking up at the crack of dawn has always struck you as insane. Why wouldn't you stay asleep as long as possible? Hell, back before you were forced to wake up early every morning by that damn reveille recording that was blasted from the the post's speakers, you were a complete night owl. Most of your jobs involved working through the entire night, then sleeping during the day. And you were fine with that.

Funny how things change.

These days, you more often than not find yourself awake by eight in the morning. Ten, if you're really tired. Partly due to your construction job starting early, but mostly due to Rarity's early morning habits rubbing off on you. Or, depending on the morning, rubbing you off. Either way works, really.

So it is with today, as the morning light streams in from an open window and wakes you up out of a restful sleep. You groggily sit up and rub your eyes, stretching with a loud yawn. You notice Rarity's spot is empty, but her pillow is impeccably fluffed and her side of the sheets and blankets are already tucked in. Some things never change.

You put your hands down to push yourself out of bed, but stop with a quiet gasp of surprise as you feel the soft feathers under your palm. Somehow, you'd completely forgotten about Fluttershy lying next to you. She reacts slightly in her sleep, muttering something incoherent before fidgeting and drifting off again.

She's so adorable it hurts, you think to yourself with a laugh, wondering how you could have forgotten about her in the first place. The events of last night seem like a distant dream, and it takes a moment for reality to set in -- you really did kiss Fluttershy. And so did Rarity. And it wasn't unpleasant.

You put the consequences of it behind you, tucked away in the back of your mind. You can sit down and think about what it means later. For now, though, all you can think about is a nice, hot shower. And coffee. Shower first, though.

You take your time in the bathroom, letting the hot water fill it with steam. A quick shave gets rid of several days worth of stubble. As you step into the stream of hot water with a sigh of relief, you notice two small, purple bottles sitting against the wall. Rarity's slightly raised head is emblazoned on the front, a side view with her eyes closed. Curious, you bend down and pick up the bottles, marked 'Shampoo' and 'Conditioner'.

"Elegance, by Rarity," you read aloud, staring at the sweeping, white cursive letters, the 'i' in Rarity dotted with her cutie mark's diamond. On the back is her signature, cursive 'R' with her two gleaming, blue eyes staring out from the middle.

Well, this is new. As far as you can recall, she's never had her own beauty products. You make a mental note to ask her about it when you see her.

You pop the cap open and take a whiff, a scent of lavender and vanilla wafting out. Not really your style, but it's not unpleasant. You set the bottles back down and use your old, reliable shower gel instead.

After the shower you feel much more awake and alert. With your plaid bath robe tied on, nice and comfortable, you make your way down to the first floor, inhaling deeply at the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Rarity is standing next to a frying pan set on the stove top, humming a happy tune as she flips a mixture of vegetables. She's wearing her robe as well, one she's had for several years, made of white cotton with poofy, yellow ends at the neck, legs and haunches. A purple 'R' is stitched onto the side. She's nothing if not consistent.

"Good morning, baby," you say with a smile, walking over to her and bending down slightly. She perks up at the sound of your voice and turns to greet you, standing on her hind legs to give you a big, tight hug and a kiss on the lips.

"Good morning, darling! I hadn't expected to see you awake so soon."

"Well, it's my last day off from work, I wanted to spend as much time as possible with you." That, and sunlight blasting into your eyelids isn't the easiest thing to sleep through.

"You're too sweet, dear. How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling just fine, really. Slept pretty good, even with our new addition. Still feels kinda weird having her there, but I could get used to it. I actually forgot she was even there to begin with this morning. Almost woke her up when I put a hand down on her wing. Scared the crap outta me."

Rarity laughs softly and kisses your cheek.

"It is going to take some getting used to, I admit. It's been just the two of us for so long! Though I do believe we're on the right path with her, the poor dear. How all of this is going to end up working out, I've no idea, but for now we're just easing into it. She really did sound lonely when we were talking to her at her cottage, don't you think?"

"Yeah," you nod your head, "that she did. I'm just going along with things as they develop, because I love and trust you. I just don't want any us time to be cut into by this, you know?"

Rarity gives you a reassuring smile and places a hoof on your cheek.

"Darling, if I thought our time spent alone would be a thing of the past, I wouldn't have suggested this in the first place. The time spent with you is the most wonderful part of my day, no matter what we're doing. Having Fluttershy around won't change that, I promise you. Besides, it's not like she's going to be here all the time! She still has her veterinarian responsibilities to take care of, and she can always return home at any time should she feel the need."

"But you told her she could sleep with us from now on," you remind her.

"That I did. I would be very surprised if she does so, however. For all of the comfort we try our best to provide her, it's still our home, not hers. No doubt she'll want to spend a few nights with us and a few nights at her own place. I'm certain of it." She glances away for a moment to turn the stove top off, flipping the pan once more before setting it aside on an empty burner.

"You always have been, and always will be, my first and foremost priority, sweetie. Nothing is going to change that, not even Fluttershy. We're just going to have somepony else around a few days a week, and even that won't last forever. Sooner or later she'll want to find a man -- or mare, I shan't judge either way -- of her own. We're just providing her with the confidence to do so.

If there is ever a moment where you don't want to push things further with her, I will never force you. It will be entirely of your own volition, okay?"

"Okay," you reply, hoping it's as easy as she's making it sound. "I just wanted to voice some concerns, hon. You know me."

"Indeed I do, darling. I know you very, very well." She gives you a wry smile and unties your robe, running a hoof down your chest. "Perhaps later I can show you just how well, hmm?"

"I think I'd like that," you respond with an arched eyebrow and a sly smile of your own.

She kisses you softly and bites her lip.

"See? Something to look forward to. But in all seriousness, darling, I appreciate your concern. Things will be just fine, I promise. Now," she drops back down to all fours, "I thought you might enjoy a nice meal to start the day. I know you usually make breakfast, but I figured it's been a while since I tried my hoof at it."

You stand back up and tie your robe off again, partly wishing you didn't have to wait until later to have some fun.

"I noticed. What'd you make?" you ask as you pour yourself a cup of coffee, mixing in a small packet of sugar and some creamer.

"Nothing too fancy, just a couple of fried eggs -- over medium with salt and pepper, like you like them -- and some mixed vegetables in a garlic sauce. I believe it was peas, diced carrots and potatoes, and finely chopped broccoli."

You whistle at the impressive little meal she's thrown together, surprised and delighted that she took the time to make something so early.

"Of course there's some extra in case Fluttershy is hungry. Speaking of which, I'm honestly surprised that she isn't awake by now. I'd always taken her for an early riser."

"Yeah, same here," you add, taking a sip of your coffee. "Maybe she's secretly a party girl and she stays out all night."

Rarity giggles at the thought as she floats a pair of plates over.

"Oh my, I can't imagine such a thing! Fluttershy on the dance floor of a DJ Pon-e club, good heavens! With a glowstick in her mouth and bracelets around her legs. That's about as likely as finding myself at a country dance bar!"

"Well, you did once--"

"Besides the one time Applejack took us all out to one, that is."

You laugh at the memory of Rarity getting absolutely tanked on whiskey and trying to line dance, only to end up tripping half of the ponies there. That, and continuously trying to steal AJ's hat. You remind her of them both and she blushes with embarrassment.

"...Okay, perhaps it was just a tad bit fun. But you understand what I'm saying."

She scoops a couple of eggs and a sizable portion of vegetables onto a plate, setting it down on the kitchen table alongside her own. You grab her coffee cup and top it off, adding a little more sugar and cream to it.

"Now be honest, darling. I want to know what you think of it," she tells you as you both sit down to eat. She rests her head in her hooves and watches as you take a bite of your eggs. You keep your face neutral just to tug her along a little, and she knows you're doing it, giving you a playfully annoyed look.

"Well? Come now, I know you haven't forgotten how to speak already."

The eggs are good. Really good. So are the vegetables, once you taste them. Steamed and fresh, with a tasty garlic sauce tossed in.

"...Yeah, okay," you admit as you chew another bite, "it's pretty good." She gives you a satisfied smile in response, her eyes doing that cute little upside-down 'U' expression she does so well.

"Fabulous! Rarity: Fashionista Extraordinaire and World-Class Chef! I quite like it, don't you? Rolls off the tongue."

"Sounds perfect, hon," you roll your eyes and laugh.

"I thought so." She digs in to her food -- as much as she can with dainty bites, anyway -- while you sip at your coffee.

"Hey, hon?"

"Hmmm?" she replies with a mouth full of food. Classy.

"When I was taking a shower a little while ago, I couldn't help but notice a couple new bottles. With your name and symbol on them. When did that happen?"

"Ah, yes, I was wondering when you'd see those. I wanted it to be a surprise. They're actually the first in a new line of beauty products, branded by moi, of course! Isn't it exciting?"

"As exciting as shampoo can be, I guess."

She scoffs at your remark with a dismissive hoof wave.

"I ordered an initial batch a few weeks ago, and the first bottles arrived here while you were out yesterday. I have my own beauty line!" she giggles happily.

"That's pretty neat. Congrats, baby! How did this come about?"

"Oh, thank you, darling! Well, since you asked, I suppose I could tell you. Once we learned that Cashmere was going to be operating a store relatively close to our own, I thought we could do something to raise brand awareness. So, I asked Aloe and Lotus at the spa if they knew anypony I could talk to, and they pointed me to this delightful mare named Indulgence. Quite the agreeable pony, despite the name."

"What, so this 'Indulgence' lady makes shampoo and such?"

"Precisely. She has her own brand, but once I told her of my plans she offered to set me up with a starter package at a good price. The initial batch is mostly shampoos, conditioners, lotions, that sort of thing. Given time -- and profit -- we could move into perfumes and massage oils and that sort of thing, too. Now Rarity will be a name known not only for fashion, but beauty and self-care as well. Isn't it fabulous? We can start selling them in the store immediately!"

If there was ever any doubt about her being a shrewd businessmare, those doubts have been blown away. By a cannon.

"That's...not a bad idea at all, actually. What about the name? I assume 'Elegance' is a dig at Cashmere somehow?"

"To some degree, yes. Once we drive that wretched woman out of business," she shakes a hoof, " the only elegance in this town will be the property of Rarity!"

She notices your expression and laughs with embarrassment.

"That is, my brand name --our brand name -- will be known all across Ponyville, and hopefully beyond. Heh heh..."

You shake your head and laugh at her attitude, shoving another forkful into your mouth.

"You don't mess around, babe," you say between chews.

"I do what I can, darling. And do try to not speak with your mouth full, hmm?"

"Yes, mom," you playfully answer.

"Speaking of Cashmere," Rarity adds as she floats the coffee pot over and refills your cups, "I've been thinking about how we can get back at her for her little 'sale' she forced us to go through."

This'll be fun. Scheming Rarity is your favorite kind of Rarity! Well, second favorite. Your first favorite can't be brought up in polite conversation.

"Oh? What'd you have in mind?"

"It's two-fold. First, we're going to play a little prank on her. Nothing serious, just something to get a little bit of revenge for her humiliation. An eye for an eye, and all that."

"Mmhmm. And second?"

"That, my dear, is where we hit her where it counts: in the coin pouch."

"Oooh, revenge. Revenge is fun. What's your plan?"

"It's simple," she states.

"We kill the Batman?"

"...What?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"...Right. As I was going to say, we go after her suppliers. If we can't take her head-on, we must move up the proverbial ladder. If we can get her suppliers to deliver to us instead of her, she'll be forced to look elsewhere. That costs time. And money."

You nod, understanding her thought process.

"But how do we go about doing that? I mean, she's had a business almost as long as you have, surely they have some sort of loyalty to her."

"Of course. That's why we show them that we're better. We'll give them some of my creations, free of charge. Once they see the quality put into them, they're sure to be impressed. Then, we work out a deal. Just like that, her suppliers are now my suppliers, the quality of her clothing drops, and she loses business. Simple, really." She gives a self-satisfied smile. "I amaze even myself sometimes, if I do say so."

"I see where you're going with this, but what if it's not that simple? She owns multiple stores, remember? That means she knows a lot of people. I doubt taking down some suppliers will ruin her."

"I don't want to ruin her, darling. She may be an insufferable, miserable excuse for a woman, but I don't want to put her out on the street. I simply want to get her out of Ponyville. I live here, I love the ponies here, and like a mother bear defending her cubs, so too shall I defend this town from her hostile takeover. And if, say, some rumors about her business practices happen to be spread...well, who's to say?"

"So, basically, we're going to cut her off from her business partners and slander her not-so-good name?"

"Well, I'm loathe to put it in such a way, but yes. I suppose you could say that."

You raise your coffee cup in approval and clink it against her own.

"I like the way you think, baby."

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The first part of Rarity's little vengeance plan has led you to the Everfree Forest, where you've been told to keep an eye out for a particular flower. One that's blue, and closely resembles a tulip. But, she warns you as you spot a small patch of them, you must not come in contact with anything but the stem. They've earned the name 'poison joke' for a reason, she says.

"What's so bad about these things, anyway? They look harmless enough."

"Poison Joke is a magical flower, and as such, it has unique properties. Basically, it takes one of your most distinct traits and turns it against you. For example, when we were all exposed to it a few years ago, Fluttershy's voice changed from soft and quiet to deep and...manly. Rainbow Dash is a wonderful flier, but after the poison joke she couldn't get her bearings in the least. Things like that. It's ultimately harmless, but quite hilarious. Mostly."

"Mostly?" you ask, curious as to the details.

"Well...when I was exposed to it, it turned my perfectly-kept mane and coat into long, poofy strands. I looked like a sheep that hadn't been shorn in years!"

You try to imagine Rarity looking less like a beauty queen and more like a sheep dog. She smiles with embarrassment as you laugh at the mental image.

"Please tell me someone took a picture. Please."

"Sweet Celestia, I hope not! Think of the potential blackmail! 'Rarity, fashionista of Ponyville, is actually an uncouth slob!' Thank goodness the girls and their 'Gabby Gums' column weren't around back then."

You bend down and very carefully place two fingers around the thin stem of a single flower.

"Couldn't you just lift one from the ground with you magic, hon?" It seems like a better idea than potentially getting a face full of embarrassment.

"I'm afraid not, darling. Since it's a magical flower, it reacts to magic. I'd rather not experience such a thing again!"

"Fair enough." You give a firm tug and lift the flower out of the ground, setting it inside a small box Rarity packed in her saddlebags. She closes the top and seals it firmly before setting it back in its place.

"So how exactly do you plan on getting this to Cashmere in the first place? I imagine she's gonna she hesitant to take anything from you these days."

"Already considered, dear. It's quite simple, really. I'm going to wrap this box up as a gift and have the mail mare deliver it to her business, signed as being from 'an admirer'. All she has to do is open the box and take a single smell, and voila, one poison-joked Cashmere! Then all we have to do is drop by her pathetic excuse for a fashion store and observe the results!"

Rarity laughs with what you can only describe as a mixture of 'evil genius' and 'overjoyed to the point of hilarity'. You're not sure whether it's terrifying or adorable. Probably both.

"Let's get this home, darling. There isn't more than two hours before the mail is picked up, and I want to have this ready for delivery today. Ooooh, I can't wait! Oh, darling, do you think we could stop by Sugarcube Corner on the way home?"

"Yeah, sure. What for?"

"I'd like to pay Pinkie Pie a visit."

==========

Sugarcube Corner is surprisingly quiet, the usual bustle of trays and churning of mixing machines absent for the moment. All you can hear is some happy humming and soft hoof falls.

"Pinkie? Pinkie Pie, are you here, darling?" The humming stops and Pinkie yells back from the kitchen.

"Rarity? Is that you?"

"Yes, darling, I was wondering if could speak with you for a mome--"

You hear a loud gasp of joy, and a blur of pink rushes past you. Pinkie's literal attack hug sends Rarity sprawling to the ground, with Pinkie on top of her, a giant smile on her face.

"Ohmigosh, hi, Rarity! I wasn't expecting to see you today, but I didn't have much to do, so when I heard your voice I was SUPER EXCITED! And you brought your puppy-love with you! Awww, that's so cute!"

"Yes, so I can tell," Rarity says as she playfully rubs a hoof in Pinkie's bright, poofy hair. "How have you been? I would have been by sooner but things have been absolutely frantic these last couple days."

"Ohhhh, you mean Cashmere's store, right?"

"Erm, yes, actually. You know who she is?"

Pinkie hops off Rarity and happily bounces around you. Rarity brushes herself off and fixes her hair, complaining quietly about having to comb it again.

"I sure do! She came by last week to make a BIG ORDER for her opening-of-her-store party! Oh, she had cakes, and pies, and cookies, and cupcakes, and donuts and ALL KINDS OF STUFF! Mister Cake sure was happy about getting all those bits!" Pinkie notices you eying a tray of desserts and bounces over to you. "Don't they look SO GOOD? Those are lemon cream cheese tortes! And those," she points a hoof at a tray of chocolate-covered cake, "are black forest bites! We always make a lot of black forest cake, but sometimes customers don't want a whole cake or even a whole slice, so I thought we could cut them into little bites and sell them for less!" She giggles excitedly at her own creativity, happy to have someone to explain it to. They do look pretty good...

"Actually, Pinkie Pie, we stopped by to ask you something."

"Ask me something? Ooh, ooh, is it about donuts?!"

"Ah, not quite."

"Cake?! I have a strawberry kiwi cake I've been wanting to make all week, but Mrs. Cake says I should eat less cake and fudge, because soon I'd have a pudge, and then I couldn't budge."

"Not cake either, darling. It's not food related at all, actually."

Pinkie scratches her head in confusion. Maybe she's been around sweets for too long.

"Okay, I give up. What is it?"

"It's about Cashmere. She's not as nice as she seems, I'm afraid."

"I didn't think she was very nice to begin with! She was very bossy when she was in here. Not a very nice pony, if you ask me. And you didn't, so you should ask me." She puts her face right against Rarity's and bulges her eyes. It's actually a little scary. "Ask me!"

"Ah...what do you think of Cashmere?" Rarity backs away slightly from Pinkie's energetic demand.

"She's not a very nice pony!" Well, that was about as literal as you'd imagined.

"Yes, quite so...you see, at her grand opening, she basically manipulated me into selling everything in the Boutique at half off. She and I used to be very good friends, darling. Years ago. Ever since she's come back, however, she's tried to do nothing but ruin me. Lying, manipulation, slander, anything she can do. Why, I lost several thousand bits from her insufferable meddling in just one day!'

"Four thousand fifty-one bits, to be precise!"

"Wait, how did you know that, Pinkie? I don't recall giving you access to my financial records."

"I read the last chapter, duh!" Pinkie adds with a smile.

"Erm, the what now, darling?"

"Nothing. You were saying?"

"...Right. So, we were looking to get a bit of payback for her transgressions. I believe she has it coming, don't you?"

"Mayyyyybe."

"I was wondering if you'd like to help me out."

"Mayyyyyyyyybe."

"Do you think it would be possible to, say, draw some attention to her store in a few hours? I do believe I have a plan."

"Attention?" She gasps, her eyes widening, "I LOVE drawing attention!" Pinkie ecstatically answers. She zips behind the corner, coming back less than a second later, a complete one-pony-band strapped to her body. How does she do that?

"Fabulous, darling! That would be perfect. Perhaps you can sing a song, too?"

"A song! I LOVE songs! Especially songs that draw attention!" No kidding.

"Good, because there's something I want you to do."

==========

You arrive home without much time to spare. Rarity rushes up to the second floor to wrap Cashmere's 'gift' while you go to check on Fluttershy. Oddly enough, she's not even in the building. Instead, lying on the well-made bed is a note.

"I'm sorry for waking up so late, but I feel much better this morning. I wasn't sure how long you would both be gone, but I wanted to go check on the animals and help feed them so Angel doesn't get overwhelmed. I'll likely be gone most of the day, but I'll be back before it's dark, I promise.

Oh, and tell Rarity I said thank you for the breakfast, it was very good."

It's signed with a hoof print and a tiny drawing of a bunny -- sounds like something Fluttershy would do, no doubt about it. You pick up the note and call out to Rarity in the next room.

"Hey, baby?"

"Yesh, dear?" Her voice sounds funny, like she's got something in her mouth.

"I found a note from Fluttershy. You want me to bring it to you?"

"Pleashe do, I'm afraid I'm quite preoccupied at the moment."

You step into her work room to find her busily cutting away at some golden wrapping paper, a length of red ribbon dangling from her teeth.

"Jusht a moment," she says as she folds the wrapping paper over the box, creasing it down with her hooves. She uses her magic to wrap the red ribbon around the package, tying it off in a large bow. For a final touch, she sticks a small tag on it, writing 'To Cashmere, from a secret admirer'.

"You're sure that'll work?" you ask.

"If I know Cashmere -- and I do -- then she'll be unable to resist. Her poor demeanor is matched only by her inflated ego. If there's any chance she could receive a gift that further makes Cashmere think even more highly of herself, she'll be all over it. Now, let me see that note, darling."

She levitates it from your hands and reads it aloud.

"Hmmm. I suppose that was to be expected. She could no more abandon her daily duties as I could abandon mine. Quite the work ethic in her, I must admit." Rarity sets the note down and smiles at you. "See, darling? I told you we wouldn't be sharing every moment of the day with her. She is an adult, after all, and she has her own responsibilities to take care of. And since she claims that she's going to be gone most of the day, that's more time for us to spend together. Tres magnifique! Hmmhmm."

You grab the gift-wrapped package and follow her down to the first floor, setting it on the ground next to the door.

"Now, if Miss Doo comes by at her regular time, and I imagine she will, we can present her with this package and ask her to take it to Cashmere's store. Would you be a dear and do it for me? I'm afraid there's something of the utmost importance I must work on."

"Yeah, sure thing, hon. Don't have much else to do, I suppose."

Rarity jumps up and kisses you on the cheek, setting her cute little work glasses on her nose as she lands on the floor again.

"Thank you, darling. If you need me I shall be upstairs creating ze magicks!" She giggles at the last words, obviously some in-joke you don't get.

"What, you mean, like, the outfits for Cashmere's suppliers?"

"Not quite, darling. Not quite." She swishes her tail from side to side as she walks away. Always teasing, you swear.

With not much else to do, you grab a soda out of the fridge and slump down on the couch. The bottle cap pops open with a satisfying hiss, and you down a big swig of it, thankful for it simply being cola flavored. Not that you hate the carrot one, it's just nice to have a taste of some regular soda once in a while. While you're at it, you reach into the small bag marked 'Sugarcube Corner' and pull out one of Pinkie's black forest bites, popping it in your mouth. Rarity protested when you wanted to buy a bag of them, but when something tastes so right, how can it possibly be wrong?

"Maybe I was just over reacting after all," you say to no one in particular, you mind drifting to Fluttershy and Rarity, and the ever-growing love triangle. It's certainly not a situation you'd have imagined yourself in even a week ago. No, you're pretty sure that if someone had told you that you were about to be involved in a complicated proverbial threesome with Rarity's best friend, you probably would have laughed in their face.

"Yeah, 'proverbial' for how long? That's the question."

On one hand, you really wouldn't mind a little of the unknown. After last night, Fluttershy certainly seems open to the idea, even if you're only slowly building toward it. If Rarity was going to admit her feelings for another mare, she could have certainly done a lot worse than a life-long friend, or damn near it. It would probably be pretty fun, too.

On the other hand...you've seen enough movies in your time to know where things like this lead to. Jealousy, anger, swaying emotions, all of that nonsense and drama. You really hope it doesn't come to that. What if Fluttershy doesn't want to simply move on to someone else? What if she becomes convinced that Rarity is the one for her? The last thing you want to do is have Rarity put in a situation where she has to choose. The very thought of her even considering leaving you is one you can't fathom.

"Relax, man, you're over-thinking this," you tell yourself. Never, not even once in your entire time with her, has Rarity ever shown any signs of being unhappy with you. She loves you more than life itself, and the feeling is definitely mutual.

There's a knock at the door, interrupting your train of thought. You swing it open to find the grey, blonde-haired mail mare smiling up at you with her slightly off-kilter amber eyes.

"Good morning!" she says with a big smile. "Have any mail to send out today?"

"Morning, Ditzy," you say with a smile of your own. You reach down for the gift-wrapped poison joke and hand it to her.

"Ooooh, nice box. Present for someone?" she asks as she stuffs it into her large saddlebags. One of them is bristling with letters, the other bulging with small packages.

"Sort of. You know who Cashmere is?"

She puts a hoof to her chin in thought, her eyes drifting apart slightly.

"Oh! She's the one who runs that store that just opened, right? She had a great party! Though I think I had too much of that punch. Do you like punch? You know there was this one pony I knew in Manehattan who--"

"Yeah, that's her," you have to interrupt, knowing how fond Ditzy is of going off on entertaining, but long, tangents. "Do you think you could deliver that box to her personally? Just tell her it's from an admirer."

Ditzy Doo gasps when you tell her, her eyes becoming smaller.

"But you're Rarity's very special somepony! Somehuman?"

You laugh and shake your head, reassuring her it's not from you.

"No, no, I'm not the admirer, I'm just passing the package along for them."

"Ohhhh. I see. Well in that case, sure!" She closes the flap on her saddlebag, the little latch covered by a muffin pin. "Is Rarity home? I was gonna ask her about this dress I ordered during her half-off sale. That was very nice of her to do, don't you think?"

You're not sure what to say to that, so you simply nod your head.

"I asked her to make me a dress for an upcoming event, and she was so nice about it. Did you know she can shape those gems into bubbles? I can't wait to see what it looks like!"

"I'm afraid Rarity has been pretty busy today, but I'll let her know you asked about it. Maybe she'll see you tomorrow?"

"That would be great!" Ditzy spreads her wings out and flaps them once, making sure the extra bit of weight hasn't thrown her balance off.

"Oh, hey, do you want a soda, Ditzy? We've got a few extra. Consider it a thanks for delivering the box."

"Thank you, but that's alright. You keep that soda for you and your pretty girl, okay?" She puts a hoof to her chest and recites dramatically: " 'Come rain, or snow, or sleet or shine, nothing shall keep me from my rounds.' That means I deliver them because I care about doing my job," she says with a smile. "But thanks anyway! Maybe I'll stop by some time to take you up on the offer."

With a few flaps of her wings she lifts herself into the air, hovering just above the ground. She wobbles slightly but regains her balance just before bumping into the entrance way.

"Thanks, Ditzy! I'll tell Rarity you stopped by. Feel free to come by any time, okay?"

She nods with a final, big smile and takes off, heading down the street to her next stop.

You close the door and head back to your spot on the couch, laying back with a sigh of relief while sipping your soda. Now you just have to wait a little while for Cashmere to get the innocent-looking package.

This is gonna be good.

Chapter Eight: Silk and Lace

You give it a few hours, just to be sure. Rarity is convinced that Cashmere wouldn't be able to resist opening the box, but you won't know for sure until you see her. The thing to look out for, she says, is a patch of blue dots. Should be interesting, if nothing else. You passed the time by helping her with a few designer dresses and tuxedos she had on back-order, including the one for Ditzy Doo. All in all, the day has been surprisingly productive.

Even so, the hours seemed to tick by extremely slow as you waited to leave the Boutique. The time, though, has finally come. Now you'll see if all the waiting was worth it.

"You know she's liable to kick us out, right?" you ask during the short walk down the street to Elegant Expectations.

"Potentially, yes. We don't need a lot of time, just enough to get a good look at her. And maybe boast a little."

"That's not very lady-like of you, darling," you tease at her.

"Perhaps, but it is fun. Oh, I can't wait to see what she looks like! I wonder what it affected? Maybe her annoying mouth has been sealed shut. One can only hope."

The big, open store front looms ahead of you, the cursive red lettering and (stolen) brand icon announcing the store to all of Ponyville. Finally, you'll get a chance to see what all the fuss is about.

Rarity and yourself step inside, a small bell above the door jingling happily, and are immediately set upon by an eager employee -- a pink mare with bright blue eyes and a two-tone, darker pink mane and tail. Judging by her lanky appearance, she's still in her teens. Bright pink braces only drive the emphasis home.

"Welcome to Elegant Expectations!" she says cheerily. "I'm Morning Blossom! Can I help you?!"

Rarity takes a half-step back in surprise at the sudden burst of excitement radiating from the pink earth pony.

"Heh heh, it's, ah, nice to meet you, Miss Blossom. This is actually our first time in this store."

"Oh my gosh, really?! Okay, okay, I'll give you the tour! See, off to the right here," she points a hoof with a big, metal-glinted smile, "is our selection of materials for do-it-yourself-ing! I just love to do it myself! I try to get my friends to join me, but they're not much for clothing, and they say I talk too much, but I don't think I talk too much, because if I did then no one would talk to me in return and I would be sad, and being sad is never good, right?!"

"R-Right. Happy is good."

"I'm glad you think so!" she giggles happily. You shudder on the inside, resisting the urge make an annoyed expression at her. "Off to your left is where Miss Cash keeps all of her ponnequins for her finest designs! Oh, you have to see this one!" She trots over to one of them and wraps it in a hug.

"Isn't it great?! I just love pink!"

Rarity gives it a curious look-over. It's certainly very pink, yet the pink isn't...overwhelming. It's actually not a bad looking design, all things considered.

"It's...actually quite good..." Rarity says, narrowing her eyes at the dress in question. "A bright pink dress that isn't overtly tacky. Interesting. It appears she even cross-stitched the different layers together to make it appear more full."

Morning Blossom's eyes widen with joy at Rarity's approval of the design.

"Ohmygosh, are you a designer too?! You sound like you know alot!"

Rarity fluffs one of her long, purple curls with a hoof at the question.

"As a matter of fact, darling, I am! Have you heard of the Carousel Boutique? It's just down the road."

"You run the Carousel Boutique?!" Her braces make it sound like 'Caroshel Bousheek'. "Oh, wow! Miss Cash always says not very nice things about that place, but you seem like a nice mare to me!" Blossom leans in closer and talks just above a whisper. "She says you have a human fetish! But I asked her, how can it be a fetish when there's only one human? She's silly sometimes."

Ah, yes, slander. That old stand-by.

"Does she now? Well I assure you, Morning Blossom--"

"Oh, just call me Blossom!"

"--I assure you, Blossom, I am certainly no miscreant, and there is no 'human fetish'. I simply love who I love, and Cashmere...erm, Miss Cash...would do well to remember that."

Well, she might have a thing about what you can do with your fingers that no one else could do, but it's probably not the best idea to bring that up with the ball of energy standing before you.

"I don't judge anyone, Miss, ah..."

"Rarity."

"Miss Rarity! I like your name, it's very pretty! Oh, oh, do you do your own mane?! It looks so shiny!"

Uh oh. Here we go.

"As a matter of fact, Blossom, I do. It's not easy, going through the process of primping and preening in the mornings, but I believe beauty simply cannot be rushed! Why, the combing and curling alone takes half an hour, and then there's the eyeshadow and mascara, and--"

"Oooooh, wow, you sound like you know a lot about looking good! What do you use?! I'm just dying to know what you recommend! See, there's this boy I like, but he won't give me the time of day, so I thought if I change my hair a little I could get his attention!"

"Really, now? Fallen for somepony special, have we?"

"Yes indeed, Miss Rarity! Oh, but he doesn't really like me in return! At least, I don't think so. I'm kinda scared to ask him out, you know?"

Rarity giggles politely at Blossom and waves a hoof.

"Oh, darling, there's nothing to be scared of! If you just act like yourself and show a little confidence, things will work out for you!" You're not so sure 'acting like herself' is the best idea, but you don't want to interrupt their little girl-power talk. "As for what I use...would you believe I have my own line of beauty products? I haven't even started selling them yet!"

Blossom gasps at the news.

"You mean...you sell your own?"

"Indeed I do, Blossom. Or I will, rather. Say...how would you like to be the first person to try my full line of products? Why, there's shampoos and conditioners and lotions, all kinds of things for a pretty young lady like yourself!"

"You...you really want me to be your first customer?! Oh, wow!" Blossom shakes with barely-contained glee. "But I don't have much money, Miss Rarity..."

"Don't you worry about that, darling! I tell you what: I'm going to give you two bottles of each, absolutely free of charge. How does that sound?"

"Free?! Really?! Ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh! That sounds...great! See? I knew Miss Cash was wrong about you! You're the nicest lady I've met since I started working here!"

Rarity beams with delight, both at the thought of her first customer for her beauty line, and at the potential for cutting away at Cashmere's lies.

"We're open for business tomorrow, why don't you stop by some time? I'm always around. I'd simply love to give you some samples, darling!"

The little bell above the door chimes again, and Blossom cranes her neck to see.

"Oh, that's another customer! I'll leave you to your shopping now, if you need anything feel free to ask! And, oh, thank you again Miss Rarity! I'll see you tomorrow!"

She bounds over to the customer, reminding you of Pinkie's joyful bounces. You take a deep breath, feeling exhausted just listening to her.

"Sly, honey. Very sly."

Rarity gives you a smug grin and prods your waist with her hoof.

"I do what I can, darling. A little kindness goes a long way. Who knows? Maybe one day she'll grow tired of working for Cashmere. We could always use another set of hooves in the Boutique, especially if business continues to grow."

"You really think she'll have a shot with her little crush?"

"I couldn't say for sure, but at least she'll feel better about herself now. And if she likes my product she'll likely tell her friends, and they'll tell their friends, and so on. In theory, anyway."

You join Rarity in browsing through the store, discussing the various different areas with their surprisingly good lay-outs. It's not a great confidence booster. You were expecting sub-par stuff, but the designs and outfits on display look almost as good as Rarity's. Even the store's layout is better than you'd have thought, with red carpeting and red curtains detailed with gold. Lining the back wall is a series of framed photos, showing Cashmere standing next to quite a few famous ponies, or shaking hooves with what you'd guess to be the owners of the stores she's bought out.

Most notably, there's something missing from all of the photos: Rarity. It seems the longing for a return to the old days is not a sentiment Cashmere shares.

"Where is she?" you ask Rarity.

"I've no idea. Perhaps she's in the back? There should be some sort of...a-ha!" Rarity spots the small bell set out on the counter and presses it down.

There's no response, so she pushes it again. And again. Finally, an annoyed voice answers back.

"I'll be right with you!"

Rarity smiles in anticipation, overjoyed with the thought of seeing Cashmere covered in blue dots.

"Sorry for the delay," Cashmere says as she walks out from the back office area, staring down at a clipboard she's floating in front of her. "Now, what can I help you wi--"

Her expression changes instantly, from her outwardly (and falsely) personable demeanor to one of surprise, annoyance, and just a bit of shock.

"Oh. It's you. What do you want, Rarity?"

"Moi?" Rarity puts a dramatic hoof over her chest. "Oh, darling, I simply came by to see what all the fuss was about. One must always be aware of the competition, don't you agree?"

You're trying to find the tell-tale blue dots of the poison joke, but none appear to be visible. Rarity must have noticed it as well, because she shoots you a questioning look. You can only shrug in response.

"Whatever you say, Rares. You know, after your little girlfriend threw me out a few days ago, I have half a mind to return the favor." You wonder if she knows exactly how much the phrase 'little girlfriend' has become reality.

"Really now, Cashmere, there's no need for such meaningless arguing. You were being quite disagreeable, after all. I don't blame Fluttershy for one second. Perhaps if you respected others, you would be respected in turn."

Cashmere's face contorts to a look of disgust.

"Don't you lecture me on respect, Rarity. You're capable of just as much spite as I am. The difference is, I don't hide it behind a veneer of civility if I don't have to. If someone's getting on my nerves, they're gonna know it."

"Look," you interject, "cat-fights notwithstanding, we really did just come on here to see what the place is like." Yeah, right. And you're Celestia's pink sister.

Cashmere takes a deep breath and calms herself down a bit.

"Fine. So you came to see what I'm doing. Why does this concern me, exactly?"

"Because, darling, I'm actually quite impressed with what I've seen." Rarity gives her ex-friend a large smile, but Cashmere isn't buying it. She looks Rarity over with a disbelieving look.

"Are you now?"

"Indeed I am! Your, ah, very eager employee gave us a bit of a tour."

"Oh, you mean Morning Blossom. Yeah, she's like a squirrel who got into a sugar factory, but she's a good kid." A good kid who's going to be seeing the light very soon, if Rarity has anything to say about it.

"Anyway, Miss Cash, I couldn't help but notice your selection of designs. I must say, you've grown quite a lot since we last saw each other. Why, I'd say your skills with a needle and thread are right up there with my own."

"Uh huh. Or rather, your skills are up there with my own, Rarity."

Rarity waves a dismissive hoof and rolls her eyes.

"Semantics, darling. All I'm saying is that your prowess as a fashionista is quite impressive."

"Yeah...thanks. I think. I've picked up a few skills from my travels over the years. It's too bad you're confined to that little hole in the wall, instead of getting to see the world. Maybe one day you'll have a proper business. Just not if you insist on being my enemy. Just sayin'."

"You know, Cashmere..." Rarity lets a curl of hair fall in front of an eye, biting her lip at the same time, "It's really a shame that things didn't work out between us. Why, with our combined skills, we could have become quite the team. We could have shared things...things that aren't quite so unpleasant."

You wonder what Rarity is getting at, but decide to stay quiet. She's definitely not serious about such a thing, but she has to be acting apologetic for some reason. Maybe she has a hunch about something.

"I'm afraid that possibility passed a long time ago, Rarity," Cashmere replies. "Shame, too. You've always been a good looking mare, even back when I was doing my best to give you...give you..." Cashmere puts a hoof to her chin, suddenly unable to find the words. "...ah...that's weird. I think I just lost my train of thought, babe."

Rarity giggles and playfully swishes her tail.

"I have that effect on a lot of ponies, darling."

"Huh. Well shit, I guess you've still got more of an edge than I thought you did. You know, my offer still stands, despite the crap you've put me through." Nevermind the crap she put Rarity through. That apparently doesn't count. "If you join with me, we can still take Equestria by storm. Hell, I'd even be okay with your man here joining up with us. A real working three..three-thing. With the three of us."

You glance down at Rarity and she gives you a wry smile, hidden behind a foreleg as she brushes the curl out of her face. Yeah, she was definitely playing a hunch.

"Well I don't know about that, Cashmere. My wonderful darling dearest is quite talented, I'd be loathe to share him."

"Hmmm. I bet." She looks up at you and cocks an eyebrow. "What do you think, manly-man? You ever thought about a little mare-on-mare, uh...sexual thing...to spice things up a bit?" She mouths 'sexual thing' to herself again, as if she's not sure how that phrase came to mind.

"Oh, I don't know. I may have, from time to time. I gotta admit, Rarity's a lot more adventurous than you'd think."

"Really, now? You surprise me, Rares. I always took you for a prude. You know, I've learned quite a bit about the...places that feel good...I mean...erotic...for good feeling..."

"Are you alright, Cashmere?" Rarity asks in mock concern.

"Yeah...I think I didn't get enough sleep last night or something. Can't find the damn words today for some reason."

"Oh, don't worry about it, darling. I understand what you're getting at. Why, the very thought of your warm, wet tongue sliding over my body..." she narrows her eyes and steps closer, "...is quite intriguing. One might even say it's a little...exciting?"

"Yeah, sure, babe. You always were a tease, Rarity. Had things turned out different, I might have shown you a few tricks."

Cashmere attempts to flick her long tail from side to side, but ends up whipping it around so hard it smacks her in the side of the head. She plays it off like nothing happened, turning to face you.

"You must have some neat tricks of your own, boy-toy." Oh god, not that nickname again. "I bet I could do some things Rarity never even imagined. I could, oh, join you in a little..little lesson. Not about reading. Because that's not the lesson I was talking about. I meant sexual lesson. Obviously." She furrows her eyebrows in confusion. "What the fuck? I sound like an awkward teenager all over again."

She turns away from you, revealing her awkwardly swishing tail...and hindquarters covered in big, blue dots. You have to put a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing out loud. Oh, this is too good.

Rarity gives you a curious look, obviously having missed the sign of poison joke taking effect. You decide to play up Cashmere's sexuality to get her to turn a little more.

"I have some tricks of the trade, yeah. After all, you won't find a pony with hands around here. I can put them to pretty good use. Can't say I'm entirely convinced you're what I'd be looking for, though."

"Oh? How so?"

"Well, maybe if I got a better look at you, I could give you some idea."

She takes the bait, obviously happy at the notion of potentially causing a rift between yourself and Rarity. She slowly turns around, fluffing her hair with a hoof and showing you her flank. The flank covered in dots.

Bingo.

Rarity finally sees what she's been looking for, and is unable to contain herself. She lets out a loud, ecstatic 'WA-HA-HAAA-HA!"

Cashmere gives her a dirty look.

"What's the matter, Rares? A little jealous? Your man here doesn't seem to mind."

Rarity's borderline-crazy laugh sends you into fits of laughter.

"What?! What's so fucking funny?!"

Rarity wipes a tear from her eye and tries to calm down enough to speak.

"Cashmere, darling, did you happen to receive a package this afternoon? Perhaps one from a 'secret admirer'? One that contained a strikingly blue flower?"

Cashmere's eyes widen with surprise at the question, her mouth hanging open.

"You...you sent that? What the hell did you do to me, Rarity?!" She turns her head and stares at the blue polka dots on her rump with a shock.

"Oh, nothing harmful, I assure you. You see, that little flower you obviously enjoyed was called Poison Joke. It takes one of your most prominent features -- in your case, your blatant sexuality -- and turns it on its head. That's why your disgustingly obvious attempts to work you way into our bed for the purpose of a business deal wasn't working. To think I would actually consider being intimate with you! I'd sooner turn my store into a socks emporium."

"You know what they say, Cashmere," you add. "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?"

You can nearly see the steam shooting from her ears. This is better than you'd hoped!

"Fuck you! Fuck both of you! Get out of my store! If I ever see you again, I'll...what is that?" She perks her ears up at a loud sound, slowly getting closer. It sounds like a distant tuba...

"I don't know," Rarity teases, "Why don't you go take a look?"

Cashmere steps out from behind the counter and pushes her way to the front door, throwing it open with a burst of green magic. The tuba is joined by, among other things, a drum and accordion.

"The hell is this? I don't remember there being a parade today. Stupid podunk Ponyville and its inane celebrations."

The sound gets louder and louder, until it's right around the corner. Cashmere takes a few steps out to take a look...and sees Pinkie Pie happily trotting down the street, simultaneously playing half a dozen instruments in a bouncy polka tune. Waving above her is a large cut-out of Cashmere's head, of all things.

There's a long line of ponies following Pinkie, happily bouncing to the music.

If you've learned anything in your time here, it's that ponies are easily amused.

"...You have got to be shitting me." She turns to Rarity and points an accusatory hoof. "This is your doing, isn't it? Goddess damnit, Rarity!"

Rarity doesn't say anything in response, simply giving a self-satisfied smile.

Pinkie and the stream of followers stop just in front of the store. Cashmere seems determined to put a stop to whatever it is you've been planning before it can get started, and storms out in front of the hyperactive pink pony.

"No! Whatever idea you've got bouncing around inside that head of yours, the answer is no! I know Rarity put you up to this! Stop that ridiculous racket immediately!"

Pinkie stops in mid-tune, her accordion deflating with an off-tune whine.

"Okey dokey lokey! I was done with the song anyway."

"Good. Now if you'll just take this insane rabble with you, we can go our own ways and be don--"

"Because NOW COMES THE BEST PART!"

"The best part? What are you talking about?"

Pinkie slips out of her one-pony-band get-up and reaches into the mouth of the tuba, pulling out a small record player. She sets the needle down and waits for the music to start, sticking out a hoof when Cashmere starts to protest.

"Ahehem!" she dramatically clears her throat.

"She's going to sing, isn't she?" you quietly ask Rarity, cringing against the impending song.

"Most likely. I'm sorry to subject you to this, darling, but think of it as taking one for the team, hmm? The look on Cashmere's face will make it all worth it, trust me."

The record starts playing, a jaunty, acoustic guitar riff. It's joined a few seconds later by an electric guitar, Pinkie strumming the air along with it. The other ponies simply stare at her like she's crazy. Which she very well may be.

"Just call me...Tenacious P!" she says as she straps a red bandana around her poofy mane.

You facepalm. Hard. As far as you know, your mp3 player was wrecked by the water way back when you had the accident that brought you to Equestria, but if Pinkie managed to get it working somehow...no, no, that's ridiculous. She wouldn't even know what it is.

...Would she?

She takes a deep breath and starts belting out a long vocalization. A very long vocalization that only gets louder and higher as she sings. You cringe as she hits a high note, though you can't help but be impressed that she could do it in the first place.

I DO NOT NEED! A MICROPHONE!

MY VOICE IS BUCKIN'

POWERFUUUUUULLLLL!!!

"Sorry," she says with a smile.

OH RARITYYYYY!

SHE'LL BLOW YOUR MIIIIND!

BUT MESS WITH HER BUSINESS AND SHE'LL RESPOND IN KIIIIIIIIND!

The ponies in the crowd start stomping to the song and nodding their heads. Rarity notices your continued reaction and asks what's wrong with an amused smile.

"Nothing, this is just kind of weird."

"It's Pinkie Pie, darling."

"Fair enough."

"NOW TAKE A LOOK!

AT CASHMERE, YOU SEE!

IF YOU BUY ONE THING!

SHE'LL GIVE YOU ONE FREEEEEE!

"I'll do WHAT?!" Cashmere shouts.

"You heard the song, darling," Rarity giggles, "I do believe you just accepted a buy one, get one free sale."

"I did WHAT?!"

"Funny how that happens, isn't it? These things seem to pop out of nowhere, almost like they were forced upon you!"

"No!" she shouts over the last guitar licks, just as Pinkie throws her hoof up and lets her tongue hang out. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was trying to throw the horns. "You, pink one!"

"Pinkie!" she giggles in response.

"Pinkie, whatever! I don't care how many stupid songs you play, I am NOT agreeing to this! Do you understand me?"

"Oh, I understand. But I'm not sure they do..." Pinkie motions to the crowd. Cashmere looks out over the gathered ponies, only to be met by dozens of eyes. They don't look happy.

"You mean I followed this pink pony all the way out here for nothin'?" One of them asks.

"Yeah, I was told this was a celebration!"

"What happened? I thought this was your idea, lady!"

Pinkie slides the record player back into the tuba and straps on her equipment, noisily trotting away with the sound of tambourines and crashing cymbals on her legs.

"No, no, this was not my idea! I never agreed to this nonsense! I just had a damn sale over the weekend! Are you out of your minds?!"

"Oh, so now you're insulting us! I see how you treat potential customers!"

"I am not insulting anypony! Rarity set you all up! This is just her way of getting some sort of...petty revenge!"

Rarity puts a dramatic hoof over her head and feigns being insulted. It takes all of your effort to not laugh.

"Set them up? Why, Cashmere, don't be ridiculous! Surely after your grand opening, the ponies of Ponyville know how we're such good friends! Why, I sold everything at half off because I wanted to show my support for your new establishment! Surely you wouldn't deny such a generous offer in return, not only to myself, as your good friend, but to the citizens of Ponyville as well. Right, Cashmere? Because that would be wrong. Very, very wrong."

The ponies glare at Cashmere, who by now is literally sweating with a mixture of unbridled hatred and embarrassment. This is so great, the little voice in your head cheers, I wish I'd brought popcorn!

The jeers start growing in number and volume until the entire crowd is overtaken by displeasure.

"Some friend you are!"

"Why should we give you any of our bits?!"

"At least Rarity sticks to her word!"

"Well?" Rarity prods. "Are you going to give the people what they want? Or do you fancy losing them all as customers? That would be very bad business, Cashmere."

Cashmere turns to face you and Rarity, barely-contained rage on her face. She's even gritting her teeth, her upper lip twitching in anger.

"I. Fucking. Hate you," she spits, her horn flaring with a thin layer of magical energy. Maybe it's a unicorn thing. You can't recall Rarity's horn ever being coated with magic when she's angry, though you can't remember her ever actually being as angry as Cashmere is right now.

"Now, now, darling, that's quite rude," Rarity lets a smug smile form as she brushes Cashmere's cheek with a hoof. "What would they think if they heard you, hmm? I know I wouldn't give my bits to one who treated their friend in such a way."

"Oh, and don't forget to keep that whole 'sexuality' thing to a minimum for the rest of the day," you add. "That doesn't seem to be working out for you so well for some reason. Heheh."

"You have no idea what you're bringing upon yourself, Rarity. No idea. The half off sale? Foal's play. That was nothing. The gloves are off now, do you hear me? I am going to ruin everything you hold dear. Everything!"

"Yes, yes, I've heard it all before, Cashmere. Idle threats and ridiculous nonsense will get you nowhere. I, for one, would prefer to simply compete the old fashioned way, by improving customer loyalty and increasing revenue. That's how these things are supposed to work, darling. But if you screw with me, Cashmere," Rarity leans in and whispers into her ear, "I am going to screw you right back. And not in the way I'm sure you'd prefer. Or you would, if your well-worn private regions weren't covered in blue spots. You might want to get that looked at."

One of the crowd ponies steps out front and yells for Cashmere.

"Hey, are you gonna answer us or what?!"

With a final, hateful look, Cashmere turns around to face the crowd, putting on her best air of civility.

"Of-of course, Ponyville. Of course. We were simply discussing the...details...of the situation. Please...come inside. Just, um, give me a moment to prepare the store, please." No doubt she'll be rushing to remove the expensive designs from the floor. She turns back to you and Rarity and mouths a fuck you. Rarity gives her an apologetic, pouty look and jabs at her own flank with a hoof.

"Be wary of secret admirers, darling. Their affection can simply be a joke sometimes."

Cashmere storms off, back inside the store, and starts berating poor Morning Blossom. A few of the ponies closest to the door see her doing so and instantly leave, yelling about how she treats her employees and her customers.

Satisfied, you turn and walk away, Rarity joining you at your side. She laughs and laughs, having to stop momentarily to catch her breath.

"That was simply amazing, darling! I'd say we payed her back, wouldn't you?"

"And then some," you agree. "That was a really bad pun at the end, though,"you laugh, then lean down and give her a kiss. She jumps up into your arms, nearly knocking you over.

"It was spur of the moment, dear! You understand. Oh, I do hope Fluttershy hasn't returned yet! I've something to show you!"

"Oh? What would that be?"

"Well now, that would be telling, wouldn't it? You'll just have to wait until we get home. I think you'll enjoy it, though..."

You're not sure what her little surprise could be, but whatever it is, it's going to make the wait feel very, very long.

"Before we go home, darling, would you mind stopping by Sugarcube Corner again? I believe we have to thank Pinkie Pie for her amazing performance."

"Tenacious P," you laugh with a shake of your head. "Now I've heard everything."

==========

The stop at Sugarcube Corner was mercifully short. Pinkie was overjoyed at helping Rarity get a little payback, because 'nopony hurts my friends and gets away with it!'

Rarity offered to take her out to lunch anywhere she wanted, as well as told her she would be receiving a hoof-made dress free of charge. Pinkie's eyes lit up at the offers, and she thanked Rarity profusely. She was so excited, she even gave you anything you wanted from the bakery.

"Really, darling, did you have to get another bag of black forest bites? I swear, it's like I'm having to watch a sugar-crazed foal."

"I didn't get black forest bites," you reassure her with a mouth full of cake as you near the Boutique, "I got black forest bites and a lemon torte! Mmmmm."

"Need I remind you about staying fit? Really."

"You're just jealous, hon. All the ladies want my cake." She laughs at your double entendre, poking you with a hoof.

"Remind me to add 'delusional' to your preexisting cake fetish issues."

"It's not a cake fetish," you make a point of telling her as you pop another one in your mouth, "if I'm eating the cake! It would be a cake fetish if, like, I was trying to have sex with you while you ate a piece of a cake or something."

"...People are into that?" She asks.

"Apparently. Personally, I'd rather just eat the cake and leave the sex as a separate thing, but whatever floats their boat, I guess."

Rarity scoffs at the bizarre implications.

"Next thing you know, you're going to want me to eat an entire tray of cupcakes until I turn into some massively overweight mare."

"Yeah, wouldn't that be something? Ridiculous."

You set your boxed torte on the ground and fish for the appropriate key, opening the door with a loud 'clack'.

"After you, madam."

"Why thank you, good sir! Quite the gentleman," she giggles softly. Rarity shuts and locks the door as you place your free desserts in the fridge, glancing at the clock. It's almost five in the afternoon, you've been gone longer than you'd thought.

"Fluttershy? Are you here, darling? Hello?"

There's no answer, just the ticking of the wall clock.

"Hmmm. She must still be out. That's quite fortunate."

"How so?"

"Well, I had something spe--will you stop eating those?!"

"Wha? They're good!" You reach into the bag for another cake bite, but it's yanked from your grasp by a field of blue magic. "Oh come on, they're tasty!" The bag floats over to Rarity, where she curiously pulls one from the bag and takes a small bite.

"Hmmm...okay, fine, they're quite good. But still, these are for later, little boy. You'll spoil your dinner."

"Yeah, thanks, mom." You laugh and grab a glass of milk from the fridge. "So, how do you think it went? Over at Cashmere's place, I mean."

"I think she's feeling quite overwhelmed at the moment. Perhaps she'll reconsider next time she tries to pull one over on us, hmm?"

"Hmmm. Maybe. Or maybe she'll just really hate Pinkie from now on."

"Goodness, Pinkie Pie is the last pony I'd want as my enemy. She's liable to stuff you inside a tuba and launch you over the horizon!"

"Still can't believe she sang a rock song. Strangest thing I've ever seen, and that's saying something, considering it's Pinkie and all." You down your glass of milk with a satisfied exhale, offering to fill one up for Rarity. She politely refuses, so you fill yours up again with a shrug. "Do you think Cashmere meant it?"

"You mean about 'taking the gloves off' and all that?"

"Mmhmm. Whatever it is she said."

"Honestly? I've come to expect the unexpected from her. I also know she's not one for idle threats, much as I may tell her to the contrary. No, I think if she says she's going to escalate things, she really means it."

You run through the list of things she's already tried, including lying, slander, extortion, and regular old cheating. You're not sure what else she could do that still fits within legal boundaries. You tell Rarity as much.

"I haven't the foggiest what she could do next, darling, but I shall try to prepare us as best we can. It's only a shame that you have to go back to work tomorrow."

"Why?" you ask, suddenly feeling a little more serious about the issue. "Do you not feel safe, honey?"

"It's not that, darling. I simply prefer having you around, that's all. You've been incredibly helpful this last week, what with the sale day and helping me finish my orders and what-not. It's not the same without you here." She stands on her hind legs and puts her hooves on your stomach. "It feels so much more...lonely."

"Aww, come here, hon." You bend down a little and wrap her in a big, comforting hug. "I'd like nothing more than to spend all day with you, really I would. But you know we can't afford a separate salary for myself, it's just not in our budget. The extra money I make from this construction job really helps things."

"I know, darling," she rubs her cheek against your shirt, "but it's still not ideal. Even with Fluttershy here once in a while. She may be an increasingly close friend, but you are my lover. Seeing you is the best part of my day."

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that," you tell her with a soft smile. "That just makes the time we do spend together even better. Right?"

"I couldn't argue that," she replies. "Darling, do me a favor, would you?"

"Yeah, sure, hon. What do you need?"

"Kiss me."

You lean in and give her a kiss on the lips, but she clops a hoof against your shoulder in annoyance.

"No, I mean really kiss me."

She closes her eyes and waits for you to move in, but you surprise her a little by wrapping your arm around her waist and sweeping her off her hooves, bending her down closer to the floor, before finally meeting her for a kiss. You put as much passion and longing into it as you can, and she inhales sharply in approval, pulling your head against her with a foreleg.

You slowly pull away and notice her breathing has become heavy. She must have enjoyed it.

"Good. Very good, darling. That was a test."

"A test? A test of what?"

"To make sure you were in the proper mood. Remember earlier how I said I had something in store for you?"

"Yeah?" You suddenly want to find out what this surprise is, more than anything else right now.

"Well, I think it's about time I showed you. Do be a dear and wait on the couch for me, would you? I shall only be a few minutes."

She stands back up on all fours and trots off, putting a little extra sway in her step. She certainly knows how to work that sensuality. You watch her walk up the stairs to the second floor and make your way to the couch, but not before taking another cake bite from the bag. She doesn't understand the longing for cake! It's a need, not a want!

You slump down on the couch, waiting very impatiently for her to return. You're getting excited just thinking of the possibilities. Some kind of outfit, maybe? Or some new toy she's excited for? She's paid a few visits to that Lace and Luxury place over the last month, and she always comes back with something to add a little spice to the bedroom. Or living room. Or shower. Occasionally, the kitchen counter. Anywhere, really. You're not too picky about it.

"Darling, would you mind putting on a record for me? It should be the top one in the pile. Oh, and do sit up."

You're not sure what she's getting at, but you fish through the record pile anyway. Mood music? It's a possibility. The top record is an older recording, a picture of an old-fashioned mare singing into a microphone adorning the cover. The title reads "Fillie Holiday". You set the record on the turntable and place the needle down, listening as the record crackles to life. A slow, almost sensual instrumental melody floats out from the bell, heavy on the piano and what sounds like a oboe.

Once the music has been playing for a few seconds, you hear hoof steps coming down the stairs. Rarity rounds the corner, wrapped in her white and yellow robe, her normally bouncy, curly hair now hanging loosely, as if she wet it down. You always did like that look on her, at least once in a while.

She saunters over in time with the music, giving you a wry smile as she slowly makes her way over.

A saxophone kicks in and she stands next to the record player, leaning against it with one of her legs. You can see a hint of black under the robe, but you can't really make anything out.

The mare's voice soon joins the instruments, a sultry tone to it. Rarity lip syncs to the words, taking a step with each line and bouncing her shoulders to the music. She dramatically closes her eyes and tosses her hair, covering one of her eyeshadow-accented eyes. Her cute, orange work glasses are perched atop her nose. Oh good, another fetish!

Living for you

Is easy living

It's easy to live

When you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but you

She gives a brief burst of a magic from her horn, untying her robe and letting it slide open, painfully slow.

I'll never regret

The years I'm giving

They're easy to give

When you're in love

I'm happy to do

Whatever I do for you

Her robe slides down around her shoulders as she sings, revealing her back and neck. There's a black choker around her neck, a small diamond, like her cutie mark, hanging from the front of it. She smiles and stands up on her hind legs next to you, rubbing her chest against your legs and stomach. A big, dumb smile crosses you face at her performance. Definitely worth the wait.

For you, she slides a hoof down your chest.

Maybe I'm a fool,but it's fun

People say you rule me with one

Wave of your hooves

Darling, it's proves

They just don't have your moves

She lets her robe fall to the floor, and your mouth drops open at the sight of her. It's not just the choker she's wearing, but, of all things, a black, lacy garter belt around her waist. Thin straps around the sides of her hind legs hold up a pair of equally lacy stockings that run up to her knees, woven with long, curving shapes accentuating the design. To top it all off, she's wearing elbow gloves on her forelegs, made of a silky, dark blue fabric. Elbow gloves, not socks, you remind yourself. She's made it very clear in the past what the difference is.

You're convinced the outfit is what she's been working on. You whole-heartedly approve. Dresses are one thing, but sexy lingerie? Amazing.

"...god damn," is all you can manage to say. She laughs softly and bites her lip, turning around to grind her back against your chest.

Living for you

Is easy living

It's easy to live

When you're in love

And I'm so in love

There's nothing in life but youuuu

The song winds down and she takes a step back, running a hoof through her long, hanging hair. You pick your jaw up off the floor and applaud her performance, to which she takes a deep bow and laughs softly.

"I take it you approve of my ensemble?" she turns around slowly, letting you get a good look at her.

"I don't think there's a strong enough word for how much I approve," you reply. Your mind is unable to come up with anything classy, instead providing you with a short, simple "Wow."

"I spent the better part of a week on this. It's good to know you enjoy it, darling."

"Fuuuck, I'll say. I can honestly say I was not expecting a burlesque show today! Love the socks, that's a nice touch." You know she'll react to that. Sure enough...

"They are not socks, thank you very much. They are elbow gloves. Haven't I told you that before?"

You say nothing in response, simply giving her a sly smile.

"Ah. I should have expected that, shouldn't I? I swear, you're impossible sometimes," she giggles.

"I wanted to show you that our situation with Fluttershy won't cut into our time together, dear. I know you've been fretting about it, but I want to remove any doubt from your mind. Our little moments like this? They're what make my day. So, as you might say, just relax." She slowly runs a hoof down her body and gives you a sultry look. "Just don't relax too soon, darling. You're going to need your strength."

"I think I'm up for that challenge," you reply, pulling her closer. You grasp her flank with a free hand and squeeze it gently, and she arches an eyebrow and gives you a little 'ooooh'.

"Are you, now? I'm not entirely sure I'm convinced. Perhaps my performance was too much for you to handle."

You squeeze again, harder this time, and she gasps playfully.

"That's more like it. Perhaps I should wear lingerie more often, hmm?"

"I can't say I'd complain much, baby. I mean...look at you! You are, pretty much, the living embodiment of every fetish I have right now. Good lord!"

She laughs and tosses her hair, letting it fall over one shoulder.

The teasing is fun, but with every second that passes, you're growing increasingly impatient, as the bulge in your pants attests to. It doesn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, my! I suppose we should do something about that, shouldn't we?" She focuses her magic for a moment, untying your shoes and tossing them in a corner while she lifts your shirt over your head and sets it aside, folding it neatly. Even now, she's one for organization. She wouldn't be the Rarity you know and love without it.

"Lay back, darling. Let Madame Rarity take care of you," she says with a refined giggle. You're happy to oblige. She climbs up on the couch with you and straddles your legs.

There's a brief flash of blue energy as she unbuckles your belt and unbuttons your pants, but she doesn't continue. Instead, she kisses you passionately, letting your tongue slide into her mouth as she grinds against your leg. She kisses down your chest, slowly, before grasping your zipper in her teeth. It comes down painfully slow.

"The anticipation must be absolutely dreadful" she teases, biting down on your jeans and pulling them down just enough, then doing the same with your boxers. The relief from no longer being trapped in your damnable fabric prison is palpable. She raises her eyebrows in mock surprise.

"Goodness, you really did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"You could say that," you laugh in response.

"Well then, we shan't let such a thing go to waste. You may want to brace yourself, darling."

She teases a hoof down your chest and grasps you between her forelegs, slowly working them up and down. Her silk gloves feel amazing, and you close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. It's definitely something new. She works her hooves around your manhhood, sliding them over it for what feels like an eternity.

You gasp as you feel her mouth come down over it, biting your lip so hard you almost feel like you've bitten right through it. She responds to your gasp by closing her lips over you and slowly sliding up your shaft, playing against your most sensitive spots with her tongue. You let out a stuttering 'oh my god' at the feeling, having to grasp the couch cushions in your hands to maintain some semblance of control.

"Oh, baby...that feels so good..."

She bobs her head up and down on you, reaching down and grasping your thighs for support with a foreleg. She momentarily pulls away, letting her tongue work you over, before taking you in her mouth again. You see her remove a glove and set it aside, dropping it on the floor. She reaches a hoof between her hind legs and starts working it back and forth, rubbing herself as she works on you.

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," you say barely above a whisper. Your body is screaming at you for more, and you ask her to go faster. She pulls back and smiles, throwing her head back dramatically and moaning as she touches herself.

"You like this, baby?" she asks, knowing the answer full well. You find yourself unable to respond with words, instead nodding enthusiastically. "Now, I could give you the release you're so obviously dying for, but I need to know you'll be ready again soon. After all, it's not polite to keep a lady unsatisfied."

You answer her by grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up to you, wrapping your arms around her as you frantically kiss her neck and chest. She moans in approval and slides her tongue into your mouth, giving a gasp of delight as you slide your fingers over her warm, wet marehood.

You pull away and listen to her heavy breathing as she stares into your eyes with a look of absolute desire. She licks her lips and grins, laughing softly.

"Well, I believe that answers my question."

You breathlessly laugh in turn, nodding your head.

"Prepare yourself, darling. This could get rather intense."

She slides back down your body, licking her way down your chest. Her mouth hangs achingly close, playing like she's going to move in, before pulling back with a smile.

"That's not very nice," you say in mock sadness.

"No one said I had to be nice, dear. You know you like it."

It's hard to argue against it. Even if you wanted to, you find yourself unable to focus on anything else as she takes you in her mouth again. She works her tongue over you and sucks lightly, closing her eyes and moaning into you as she continues rubbing her hoof over herself. She raises her head up and does it again, harder this time. You place your hands on her head and exhale sharply as she does so, feeling her soft, silky mane in your hands. You run your fingers through it, enjoying the feeling against your skin.

She bobs her head faster, and it's not long before you can feel that familiar build-up deep inside of you, like a coil being wound tighter and tighter. Your breathing becomes more shallow and rapid, and she intensifies her actions at the sound of it. She knows you're getting close, and it's turning her on immensely.

"Turn--aah!--turn around, baby," you tell her. She swivels her body so that her back is to you, and you slide your hand over her garter belt, down her back, and slide two fingers inside her. She groans with approval and takes your entire length in her mouth, moving her head up and down as fast as she can. You grasp her tail in your hand and tug firmly while working your fingers in and out, and her body shakes with pleasure.

With a hard, final effort, she gives you everything she's got, and it finally pushes you over the edge. You grasp her stocking-covered hind leg and squeeze it fiercely as you reach orgasm, hearing her gasp with surprise, closing her lips over you tightly as she swallows. You grit your teeth and reflexively arch your back, growling out an 'oh god' as it overcomes you. It must have been what she was waiting for, because she moans loudly as she thrusts her body against your fingers, only slowing down once her own orgasm slowly fades away.

You rest your head against the arm rest, not so much setting it down as letting it flop against the cushion. You feel completely and totally spent, like you just ran a marathon. This was a lot more fun, though. A lot more.

Rarity collapses on top of you, laughing softly as she regains her breath. She attempts to float over a cup of water, but she's too exhausted to hold it steady, and sets it back down before she spills it.

"Darling...if you would be...a dear...would you fetch me...a glass of water, please? I find myself quite thirsty..."

"Yeah, sure...just gimme a sec..." You struggle to get to your feet, feeling like your knees will give out at any time. You wobble slightly as you walk to the kitchen and pick up the glass, filling it up a little more. She thanks you as you hand it to her, greedily gulping it down.

"Oh my, that was quite the effort. I do believe you enjoyed it, however..." she smiles as you kiss her horn.

"No kidding, hon." You place your palm over your forehead and exhale deeply. "Wow. Heheh. You weren't kidding when you said it was gonna be intense!"

"I do what I can, darling. Don't fall asleep on me, now. I've one more thing I want to try."

"You do? Like what?"

"Now, now, that would be telling. I'll give you some time to recover, and when you're sufficiently...ready...you'll find out."

You lay back and hold her tight, resting your head against hers. Her hair still smells like vanilla and lavender, even after most of a day has passed. Maybe she is onto something with this new line of hers.

"Hey, honey?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you. For all of this, I mean. You didn't have to go out of your way to put this all together, but you did. I think you look absolutely beautiful."

Rarity smiles and presses a hoof to your lips.

"It's really nothing, darling. We've been so busy and preoccupied lately, what with the store and Cashmere and Fluttershy. I wanted to do something just for us, so we can forget about the rest of the world, if only for a little while. But you're quite welcome. I've always enjoyed making you smile. I thought a little bit of sexy lingerie would do just that...and it appears I was right. Just a bit."

"Just a bit, yeah" you repeat with a laugh. "So that's what you've been working on this week, huh? I had no idea you could make something so...provocative."

"Oh it's really not too much of a departure, dear. It's simply a matter of working with thinner fabrics and more delicate connecting stitches. Though I must admit that trying to include enough see-through lace while keeping the textile strength high is quite a challenge."

"I don't know what that means, but it's sexy."

She giggles softly and lifts her leg up behind her, running a foreleg over it.

"It is quite fetching, isn't it? Something about it just makes me feel...oh, how do I put this...ravishing."

"I think that's a good word," you add.

"Fabulous! I'm glad you approve."

She nuzzles your cheek with her nose and kisses you gently, laying against your chest. You lightly nibble on her ear and she laughs softly at the sensation.

"I love you, baby." You run a hand through her long hair and press your forehead against hers.

"I love you too, darling. More than you can know."

"More than I can know? Oh, I dunno about that. I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Do you, now?"

"I like to think so. Otherwise, I couldn't do...this!" She laughs out loud as you wrap your arms around her and flip her over so you're lying on top of her. You pin her to the cushions with your hands, sticking your tongue out with a smile.

"Oh! Oh my, be careful, darling! It takes a lot of work to make it look like I haven't brushed my mane all day! Now, why don't we just 'make out' for a little while, hmm?" She covers a gleeful laugh with her hoof, waving it at her own language. "They really should come up with a better phrase for such a thing, don't you think? I sound like a love-struck teenager all over again, I swear."

You lean down and give her a deep, passionate kiss, slowly lowering yourself on top of her and hiking a leg up over your thigh. She smiles with approval and pulls away for just a moment. "Quite a good idea, if I do say so." You nod and pull her back into you, feeling your building desire steadily work its way through your body. It only takes a few minutes before you're ready for another round. Rarity notices and teases you about it.

"Already? It's a good thing I'm of a similar mind, darling, or I'd probably be somewhat surprised."

There's a familiar chiming sound and Rarity's horn shines brilliantly with blue magic, flipping you both around again so that she's on top of you. You give a surprised yelp as she does, involuntarily grabbing at her for support.

"Relax, darling! Really now, I'd think you'd be used to such things. You are in a relationship with the most beautiful, talented and attractive unicorn in all of Equestria, after all!"

"Uh-huh. Be careful now, hon, or your ego might suffocate me," you poke at her stomach and she giggles louder than she probably intended, covering it with her forelegs. You attempt to do it again, but she fends off your repeated attacks between fits of laughter.

"No! Stop that! That's not fair at all! Damn this ticklish stomach of mine!"

She regains her concentration just long enough to pin your arms down with her magic.

"AS I WAS SAYING, darling...there's something I've been meaning to try."

"Oh? What do you have in mind? Does it involve releasing my arms at any point?"

"Perhaps, but you must promise not to do that again." She sticks her tongue out at you as she finishes her sentence.

"Okay, okay, no more poking your stomach, I get it."

"Good! Now, I want you to say 'Rarity is the most fabulous, charming, and attractive unicorn in Equestria!'" She raises a hoof dramatically and looks at you.

"Really? Ummm...well, I mean, I suppose I could..."

"No, not really. I'm just kidding." She laughs and tosses her hair out of her eyes. "Come now, darling, my ego isn't that in need of stroking."

"I think you could--"

"AH AH!" she puts a hoof to your mouth and leans down. "I know you're going to make a 'stroking' joke, so I'm nipping it in the bud."

Damn!

"That's what I thought. Now...about this surprise. I've been wanting to try something for a few days, but I wanted to make sure I had it down before I attempted it with you. I think you'll be quite surprised."

"Surprised at what? Is it, like, some new position or something?"

Rarity rolls her eyes and clops a foreleg against your shoulder.

"No, darling, it is not 'a new position or something'. It's quite a bit different."

"Well, consider me intrigued..."

"Fabulous. Now, just hold still for a moment."

Rarity's horn flashes bright blue and she closes her eyes in concentration. Whatever it is, it's taking a lot of her effort to focus on. You can feel the tingle of magical energy surrounding you, and your skin is coated by a thin layer of blue.

"Uhhh, honey...not that I don't trust you, but...what exactly are you attempting to do?"

She responds without opening her eyes, "I'm going to teleport us to the bed."

"You're gonna do what?!"

"I've been..." another layer of magic overlaps the first, "reading up on teleportation magic from a book I borrowed from Twilight. It's been quite tricky to learn, but I believe...I have a solid grasp of it."

Oh no, this can't end well. She's certainly talented with her magic, yeah, but teleportation? That's something you've only seen Twilight and the Princesses do.

"You do remember what happened the last time I was teleported, right? Vomiting, nausea, all that fun stuff? Right? Baby?"

"Shush, dear, I'm concentrating. And don't worry, I've corrected it for your anatomy, so you should be fine."

"Should be fine? What if you--" the world around you is overwhelmed by blue energy. It's going to happen any second. "Wait, wait!"

There's a flash of light and a sound like thunder, and everything you can see turns into absolute blackness. A second later, the world snaps back into being...in the exact same place you were just at. Your return to reality is accompanied by a burst of sparkling, blue smoke, causing you and Rarity to choke as you breathe it in.

"I don't think," you say between fits of coughing, "it worked, babe!"

"Yes, so I've noticed. Oh, dear! I had no idea there was...smoke involved! Good heavens!"

You wave the smoke away with a hand, trying not to inhale any more of it. It's probably harmless, but when magic's involved, you never know. Best to play it safe.

Rarity stares at you for a few moments, a look of disbelief in her eyes. She obviously wasn't expecting that to happen. A smile slowly crosses her face and she laughs quietly. The absurdity of what just happened hits you, and you laugh with her, making her laugh even harder in return, pounding a hoof on your chest.

"Well, at least it worked! Sort of! I did teleport us! Just, ah, to the same place. Hahaha!"

"I think that was a pretty good try, hon! Hey, look at it this way: you didn't make me vomit when we came back! That's something!"

"It's the small victories that matter, really. Perhaps I need a little more practice..."

"You know, if you wanted to go up to the room, you could have just asked!"

"Oh, where's the fun in that? Admit it, you would have been impressed if I'd teleported us onto the bed!"

"Hell yeah I would have been! I'm impressed that you did it in the first pace. You've got some talent, babe. Besides making dresses, I mean. And finding gems. And getting me off. You do that one really well."

"Thank you, darling! Speaking of which, how about we just head upstairs the old fashioned way? It may not have worked out like I'd hoped, but that won't ruin the mood in the least."

You pick her up with a laugh and carry her up the stairs, bracing yourself against the banister for support. Even with the height difference she's still not the easiest thing in the world to carry, and you feel your arms start to weaken just as you get to the room. You unceremoniously crash down on the bed with her and she yelps in surprise.

"I'm impressed, darling. You carried me all the way here? Ooooh, such a big, strong man you are!" she teases as she taps your arms. You lean down to kiss her horn as she speaks. "You know, teleportation isn't as different from basic magic as I thought it would have been. It's not easy, obviously, but with the proper minds--haa!" She gasps suddenly as your lips touch her horn, suddenly rendered speechless. You jerk back and look at her with a questioning look, wondering what happened.

"Are you okay, hon?"

"Yes, I-I believe so...that's strange, I could have sworn I just felt something resembling arousal."

You cock an eyebrow at her response.

"What's so strange about feeling aroused? Isn't that kinda what we're up here for?"

"Oh, no, no, not to imply that it's strange to feel aroused with you, darling, it's just...I'm going on a hunch here, but do you think you could kiss my horn again?"

You're unsure of what to make of it, but you do so anyway, kissing her horn softly. She gasps once again, and only then do you notice a thin, blue film of magical energy enveloping it.

"Something up?"

"I believe it may be, yes. Call me crazy, but I think our failed teleportation did something to my horn. Nothing bad, it seems, it's just very odd." You've kissed her horn plenty of times, but she's never responded to it like this before. Back when you first started dating, you even tried grasping her horn in your hand, thinking she might have some kind of nerve endings in it, but it was ultimately pointless. It's just an extension of bone, a conduit of magical energy.

At least, you thought so.

You decide to test her little theory further, playing your fingers over it and rubbing it slightly with your palm. She moans softly at your motions. Yeah, there's definitely something weird going on. You can feel the slightest hint of a magical tingle as you do so.

"Oh...oh goodness. This is quite unexpected! Perhaps the teleportation overloaded my magical circuit...if that's the case, then it could conceivably amplify any sensations around the point of focus. My horn, that is. Curious, don't you think?"

"Yeah, to say the least." So...her failed teleportation messed something up, and now she's got a super-sensitive horn? Magic is weird.

"It's not dangerous or anything, is it? To you, I mean."

"I don't believe so, no. Like any magical after-effect, it will no doubt be temporary. That said...I think I might enjoy this one. Do be a dear and continue, won't you?"

You shrug your shoulders and lay beside her, running the possibilities through your mind.

"Kiss me, darling. And don't worry about being gentle, I'm quite alright with being a little rough now and then..."

You mouth an okay to her with a smile, then slip and arm under her and pull her against you with a jerk. She gives you a playful, cat-like purr and kisses your shoulder. You start off slow, letting her get back into the mood of things, and quickly ramp your passion back up, sitting up with her legs wrapped around your waist, her silky stockings playing against your manhood.

"That's more like, darling," she says after pulling back for a breath.

She moves back in and slips her tongue into your mouth, only to moan quietly as you reach a hand up and slide your fingers over her now over-sensitive horn.

"This is...quite a strange...sensation..." she says between gasps as you kiss her neck. "I think I like it. Haha..."

You grasp it in your hand and squeeze gently, eliciting a louder groan of pleasure from her.

"Darling, I know this--oh, my...--I know this is going to sound strange, but could you...could you perhaps use your mouth on it?"

You give her an unsure glance, your mouth working up and down, but you're unable to find any words.

"Don't be shy, darling. It's just me we're talking about here, after all."

You finally concede, sitting up on your knees and moving closer to her forehead.

This is weird, the little voice in your head tells you. You ignore it and cautiously move in, kissing it a few times before putting the tip of it between your lips. From the sounds she's making, she obviously approves. You push your self-doubt away and lick her horn, feeling the slight tingle of magic on your tongue.

"I suppose this is what one might call a 'role reversal'," Rarity laughs. "This is what you've been experiencing? Sweet Celestia, It's no wonder you enjoy it so much!" It's not exactly making you feel any more comfortable with the situation.

"Honey, come on. I've got a phallic horn in my mouth, it's kinda freaking me out already. The jokes aren't helping!"

"Oh, relax, darling. It's still a part of me, just one we've never, ah, explored in such a way before."

You continue your pseudo-oral for another minute, listening to her become increasingly excited by it. She pulls away after a short while, her breath ragged and her eyes heavy with desire.

"I need more, darling. I want you to make me feel amazing. Please."

You turn her around so her back is to you, resting against your chest. You reach one hand up to grip her horn, working up and down over it, while your other hand slowly slides down between her legs. You tease around her thighs for a few seconds, but she's overcome by her lustful urges and impatiently grasps your hand between her hooves, placing it over her wet, soft marehood.

"Don't be so slow, darling! This is not the time for it!"

You laugh at her aggressive mood and slide your fingers over her, hearing her moan as she lays her head back against your shoulder. You lean down and kiss her briefly, trying to focus on your hands doing two different motions at the same time. You hope she doesn't notice.

"Just like that, darling. Mmmmnn..."

She writhes against your hand and exhales sharply as she bites her lip, spreading her legs slightly more. You rub against her with two of your fingers, sliding along her soft flesh.

"More, baby."

You slowly insert two fingers inside of her again, and she yells out briefly in ecstasy. You switch your grip on her horn, grasping it between several of your fingers.

"Not enough..."

She grabs your wrist between her legs and straightens another finger out, nodding as you give her a questioning look.

A third finger joins the first two and you feel her body shudder, an intense wave of pleasure rushing over her.

"Better," she laughs breathlessly.

She grasps you between her hooves and works them up and down, sliding over it with her silky coat and soft skin.

"I want you...I want you to join me, darling. I want us to share this."

You're not entirely sure what she means, but you start to get a better idea once she floats over a bottle of (Rarity-branded) lotion in an extremely unsteady field of magic, setting it at your legs.

"You mean, you want me to...you know...put it there?"

She gives a breathy 'yes' to your question. Well, that's certainly adventurous of her. It's been a long, long time since she wanted to do something like that. Though you suppose that it's an already unique set of circumstances to begin with.

"Do hurry, darling. I'm not sure how long...how long I can keep from reaching my peak at this rate. Heh..."

You take your hand off her horn and pop open the lotion bottle, squirting a decent amount into your palm before setting the bottle to the side.

"Allow me, dear."

She takes the lotion from your palm and spreads it over her hooves, running them all around your swollen member. When it's coated with lotion she stands up a little, just enough that her lower body is hovering just above you.

"Don't keep me waiting, darling. I want to feel you inside me."

You wrap her tail around your wrist and lift it up, and slowly, carefully, slide into her. She gasps as she adjusts to your size, moaning softly. You close your eyes at the sensation, feeling her take you inside of her. You have to remind yourself to keep your hand moving in and out between her legs.

"How does that--mmm--feel, baby?"

It's actually becoming hard to focus, between the feelings rocking your body and your fingers either thrusting into her or working her horn. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself unable to get a coherent sentence out, having to settle to a half-whispered 'oh, fuck'.

"I know...the feeling..." she laughs quietly. "We should do this more often. I could grow to like it..."

You've felt some amazing surges of ecstasy with her before, but this is mind-blowing. It's like a trickling stream suddenly opened up into a roaring waterfall, and it's sweeping over your entire body.

"Faster, darling..."

You grit your teeth and move in and out faster, desperately trying to stave off the orgasm that's trying its best to bash through the wall you've thrown up against it. She must have heard you groan in effort, because she lays her head back against your shoulder and stares into your eyes.

"I'm almost there, baby. Don't stop."

You can feel her starting to near a climax of her own, her body twitching and pulsing against your own.

"Oh, Goddesses! I'm...I'm going to come, darling...oh, my..."

You finally lose the fight against yourself and come inside her, groaning loudly as the release of tension rocks your body. You grip her between your legs in a vice grip, pushing her down against with all of your might. She literally screams in ecstasy as you give her a final push of effort. Her horn flashes blindingly bright for a few seconds, so much so that you have to shut your eyes against it.

Rarity flops back against your shoulder, breathing heavily. Very heavily. You fall back against the bed as the final waves of your release course through you.

You try your best to stay alert, but the exertion has utterly drained you both, and you find yourself falling asleep within moments.

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"Mmmm...two Rarities? No, no, it's okay. You can touch each other...heh..."

Something snaps you out of your dream. Rarity is standing over you with an amused look on her face.

"Two of me, you say? Goodness, you must have been having quite the strange dream."

You blink several times an glance at the clock, but your eyes refuse to focus. You glance at her horn and notice that it's not longer coated with blue energy. Guess it really was temporary.

"Oh, man. How long were we asleep?"

"An hour, at least. I suppose we were quite exhausted, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah...yeah I'd say so." You look out the window and notice the setting sun, suddenly aware that you may be joined soon by another pony. "Oh, shit! Didn't Fluttershy say she'd be back before it's dark? I'd rather not have her find us like this."

"Indeed she did. Come on, darling, we can take a shower before she gets back. Just you and I. I think we could use one, anyway."

Just you and I. You like the sound of that.

She grasps your arm between her hooves and helps lift you up, and you follow groggily follow her to the bathroom.

"I should tell Twilight about this," she says with a laugh. "The horn part, that is. Not the other thing. You know what I mean."

You laugh in return and place a hand in her hair.

"She's never going to believe this."

Chapter Nine: The Lives We Change

The last two months have been rough. Very rough. Your transition from wanting to go home, to realizing that you're likely to be here for the rest of your life, has hit you hard. Even with the comfort and support of your new-found friends, it still feels like you're an unwelcome stranger to the vast majority of the population. Most of them have no idea what to make of you, and it hasn't been much of a help.

You've been fortunate enough to land a construction job with an earth pony named Pipe Wrench, who said that your physical strength and greater height would be a boon to the efforts around Ponyville. Turns out he was right, and you've become an accepted member of the crew over the course of little more than a month. It's the only place you ever feel like you fit in. Even with your new-found income, you've spent most of your time indoors and away from prying eyes.

You even managed to pay Twilight back for her kindness, filling up a shelf with old -- and expensive -- books she'd been trying to obtain for a long time. Their contents were beyond you, written exclusively in the old Equestrian hieroglyphic language, but you were happy to have done some good. It helped take your mind off home, anyway. Well, your old home.

Making amends for all of the courtesy shown to you since you've arrived has been first and foremost in your mind. You've told Twilight that you'll put in some new stairs that lead to the observatory level, but after the shelf of books she insisted that you spend your hard-earned bits on Rarity instead. So, donning your increasingly faded fatigues, you set out for the short walk to the Carousel Boutique, intending to make the most of your weekend. You're not sure what you can do for her, but you're going to try.

It's a cloudy, overcast day, and you're sure it's going to rain soon. Exactly why you've decided to make the trip sooner, rather than later. At least the streets are emptier than usual, with only a few ponies passing you by with askew glances. You nod and give them a smile, or a polite 'hello', but none of them return the gestures. For all of your efforts to fit in, you're still an outcast.

Despite the weather, it's the first time you've had the chance get a good, solid look at the Carousel Boutique -- a tall, three-story building with gaudy, eye-catching blue and purple patterning, accentuated with gold and white highlights. Sitting just above the entrance way is a carousel horse with three hearts at the end of the pole; you wonder if 'everything needs more hearts' was a design prerequisite for Ponyvillian buildings. You wouldn't be surprised.

With a few final adjustments to your uniform, you knock on the large, purple door, hoping that the 'closed' sign hanging out front won't deter Rarity from seeing who it is. There's no answer, so you knock again, a little louder this time.

"I'm sorry, we're closed for the weekend!" you hear a muffled voice shout in response.

"Rarity? Hey, it's me!" you shout back through the door. "You know, the funny-looking human?"

There's a brief pause, but the door opens a moment later. Rarity is wrapped in a white and yellow bath robe, a pink comb sticking out of her half-curled mane. She doesn't even have her usual powder-blue eyeshadow on. Looks like you caught her at an unexpected time.

"Oh, hello, darling. I apologize for my shoddy appearance, I'm afraid I was in the middle of my morning rituals." She seems to remember the comb in her hair, and yanks it from her mane with a burst of magic and a nervous smile. "So, what brings you by? I don't usually see you out and about so early."

"Actually, I've been thinking about repaying you for your kindness lately, and I thought I'd drop by to see if we could work something out. I told you I bought Twilight all of those books, right?" She nods in response. "Yeah, I've saved up some money from work and I was hoping you'd be up for something similar. I don't really know what I could do for you, but that's why I came by. Though I understand if you're busy, I can come back later."

Her previously nervous expression fades away, and she lifts a foreleg in surprise.

"Repaying me? Oh, darling, you needn't worry about such things! Why, I've only done what I would do for anypony else. You've become a good friend, and I'm glad to have helped you in your time of need. Really, there's no 'repayment' required."

You expected she might say something similar. You're intent on pushing the point, even if she protests.

"I understand, and it's very nice of you to say such a thing, but this is something I really want to do. I always repay my debts, and this is no exception. Surely there's something I can do for you."

"It's quite alright, dear, you don't have to concern yourself with such things. Your bits are best spent elsewh--"

"Please?" you ask with a frown and your most dramatic puppy eyes. "Pleeeease?" Rarity laughs and shakes her head at your display.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Not really, no."

"Oh, very well. If you insist!" You bend down and give her a hug, and she playfully clops a hoof of your shoulder. "So persistent, I swear! But where are my manners? Please, come inside. I've still got some primping and preening to do, but I shouldn't be too much longer."

You thank her and step inside, untying your well-worn boots and leaving them in the entrance way so you don't end up dragging mud and dirt through her impeccably clean business.

"The living room area is just around the corner there, away from the business section. Please, make yourself comfortable. I won't be but a short while. Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe I have to finish making myself look decent. We can discuss the details afterward, hmm?"

She starts walking off, taking a flight of stairs up to the second floor, but turns around for a moment as she nears the top.

"Oh, and if you're thirsty, there's some refreshments in the ice box. Please, help yourself."

You have been feeling a little thirsty...

Her fridge is loaded with drinks of all kinds, but a bottle of Sparkle~Cola catches your eye. It's a drink you've become increasingly fond of since your arrival, starting with that first bottle Rarity gave to you in the hospital. It's not bad, like a slightly earthy Coke. Even the carrot ones have grown on you.

Which is good, because it's the only flavor she has. You grab a bottle and pop the cap off, leaning against the kitchen counter.

You notice just how large the Boutique is, with a second floor sitting higher up than on most buildings. There's a rich, dark hardwood floor around most of the first, except for the business area, which is covered in a light purple carpet. Large, hanging purple drapes adorn the rounded walls, tied off with golden rope. It's a very unique design, and definitely one that screams 'Rarity'.

True to her word, Rarity returns in short order, her mane and tail properly curled and her eyeshadow applied. She's carrying a pair of pink, diamond-clipped saddlebags around her back. You're not sure how much time has passed, but the two bottles of Sparkle~Cola lying in the trash attest to at least some kind of wait.

"Ah, there you are," she says as she rounds the corner, "I was wondering where you'd taken off to." Rarity spots the two bottles and laughs. "Quite the thirsty one, aren't you? I shall have to keep a small stock of those just in case."

"You know how it is, you drink one and you want another," you say in reply, covering a belch with your fist.

"Indeed." Rarity pulls open the fridge and grabs one for herself. "How have you been, darling? I haven't seen you in, oh...a week, now? I imagine you've been quite busy with work and all that."

"I've been...alright, I suppose. Just trying to adjust, you know? Work keeps me busy, but once I get home it's hard not to think about , well...my old life, I suppose you could call it."

Rarity gives you a sympathetic smile and places a hoof on your thigh.

"I can't imagine what you've been going through. Why, if I had to leave my friends and family, not to mention the Boutique, behind...well, such a thing is hard to even imagine."

You nod your head slowly, your thoughts slipping to the small comforts you'd always taken for granted. Hell, you'd give your right arm for a working computer and a copy of TF2. Too bad ponies have never even heard of video games. Or computers, for that matter. Or electronics...

"I'm sorry, darling, that's not really helping, is it? Let's just talk about something else. How does my hair look?" she asks with a swish of her head.

You give a laugh at her self-image worries.

"You look fine, Rarity. You always look nice! That was, uh, a joke, right?"

"Of course it was!" she giggles, "I'm not that egocentric. Just trying to take your mind off things. I promised myself, the very day I found you lying there in the woods, that I would help you in any way I could, and I've not given up on that promise just yet."

"And I appreciate every moment you've done so, believe me. That's exactly why I'm here in the first place, because I want to return the favor."

She smiles and grasps your hand between her hooves.

"That's very kind of you, darling. I suppose we could figure something out. Hmmmm..." She taps a hoof to her chin in thought. "What could we do..."

"Is there anything you've had your eye on? Something I could buy you?"

"Well...now that you mention it, yes. There's a retail supplier I buy my materials from, and they've recently received some new textiles that would look absolutely fabulous in some some high-end designs. I could sell them for a good amount, if I play it right. Oh, but I don't want to burden you with such expenses..."

"Don't worry about it," you reassure her, "whatever it is, I'm sure I can afford it. I'll just survive on peanut butter and bread for a month."

She gives you a concerned look, and you laugh it away.

"I'm just kidding, I'll be fine. If those materials are what you want, then we can do that."

Her eyes light up, and you could swear they actually sparkle.

"Oh, thank you, darling! With some golden chiffon I could create a brighter layer between two darker materials, or sew it into the lining of a wonderful hat, and some purple silk would be absolutely marvelous as an accentuating look for next year's Gala designs, or...well, you get the idea."

She happily trots to the door and opens it up, waiting for you to put your boots back on.

"Alright," you say with a smile, "lead the way."

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Rarity is practically beaming on the way back, her saddlebags stuffed with a rainbow of colors and fabrics. The final tally was nearly three hundred bits, which certainly bit into your coin pouch, but it was worth it to see the smile on her face.

"Goodness, I haven't had so many options in months! The things I could do with these! Thank you again, darling, it's quite wonderful of you to do such a thing."

"I told you I would repay you, and I meant it," you tell her. You haven't shown it outwardly, but for the better of a week you've been fretting about something. Something that has truly signaled your acceptance of your new way of life, though it hasn't come easy. You work up the courage to finally say something, unsure of how she'll react.

"Hey, uh, Rarity?"

"Yes? Is there something on your mind, dear?"

"Actually, yeah..." Your tone causes Rarity to stop in her tracks, obviously worried that something may be wrong.

"Whatever it is, you can always tell me. Come now, don't be afraid."

"Well, ummm...I've been thinking for a little while now, and, uh...you know how I've been here three months now?"

"Of course, how could I forget?" she asks with a curious look.

"I've been thinking, maybe we could, ah...if it's okay with you, I mean...I was hoping I could take you out somewhere. You know, to eat."

"We've been to lunch a few times, I'm not quite sure I understand your hesitation, darling."

"Not lunch, no. I was thinking something more, you know...formal? Like, dinner? I-I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine, and I'd understand, but I thought it could be nice. Fun. Something like that." You rub your neck in embarrassment, feeling that old awkwardness come back up to the surface. You never exactly were a Casanova. You always had trouble with women even when they were your own species! Nevermind asking a sentient, talking unicorn. Coming to find a pony physically attractive has been something that has been slowly building, and it still strikes you as a little odd.

Rarity stares at you for a moment, still trying to figure you out, but you're pretty sure you got your point across.

"Are you...asking me on a date?"

"A date? No! No, just dinner. Ummm. Unless you're okay with it being a date, because I'd be okay with it. Being a date, I mean." Oh, real smooth, buddy. Reaaaal smooth. No way she can say 'no' now!

Her expression changes to that same, comforting smile you've known for the last three months, and you're infinitely grateful for it.

"Darling, if you want to ask me out, just do so. Come, I know you have it in you."

"Oh. Okay, then." You fidget with your sleeve and take a few seconds to look her in the eye, finding them receptive and calm. At least one of you is. "It's funny...in the time I've known you, I've really found myself becoming more fond of you, and I know it's weird to think of dating, you know, a human and all that, and it's certainly odd for me to be asking a pony, but...it feels right. I can't really explain it. So I guess what I'm saying is..."

You take a deep breath and calm yourself a little.

"Rarity, would you...would you like to go on a date with me?"

She raises up on her hind legs and puts her hooves against you for support, now able to look you nearly eye-to-eye with an upward tilt of her head.

"You know what? I think that's a wondrous idea. So, to answer your question: Yes. I would love to."

You release the breath you weren't aware you were holding, feeling like the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders.

"You will? Really? Oh, wow, that's...great!" A huge grin crosses your face, and your wrap her in a big, tight hug. "You have no idea how nervous I've been about this! I mean, I know it's kind of sudden, but...well, you know what I mean."

Rarity smiles back at you and pokes a hoof against your chest.

"You needn't be so worried, I assure you. Ever since we first talked, I've considered you to be an increasingly good friend. I know our physical differences are quite...unique...but you've always seemed like a very honest, genuine man to me. You've got a good heart, darling. The fact that you've been so eager to help those who helped you is only further proof of that."

"I'm not sure what to say, but...thank you. It's been on my mind for a while. I guess you could say it's a step towards making Ponyville my home, you know?" It still kind of hurts to say such a thing, but you've been coming to grips with the reality of your situation, whether you've wanted to or not.

"I know it's kind of late to go tonight, and we're both busy during the week, so...how does next weekend sound? I could probably use the extra financial boost," you admit with a laugh.

"Next weekend sounds fabulous, darling. Don't you worry about finding a place, I've more than enough knowledge of Equestrian cuisine to find something that can suit both of our tastes. Perhaps I may even have a bit of a surprise ready for you by then. Consider it my way of putting your generous gift to good use." She bites her lip nervously and gives you a soft laugh. "I must admit, it's been quite a long time since I've been on a date. I think it could be quite fun."

"That makes two of us," you add. You let out a relieved laugh and feel some of the nervous tension melt away as you look into those big, deep blue eyes that have so captivated you since you arrived here. She glances away nervously, her cheeks flushing a slight red under her white coat.

"So...I guess I'll see you then?"

"It's a date," she replies with a smile. "I'll be looking forward to it, darling."

"Me too, Rarity. Take care, okay?" She nods and drops back down to all fours, a warm, happy look spreading across her face. You feel like a love-struck teenager all over again, complete with butterflies in your stomach. It's...a good feeling. You imagine she's feeling the same way.

Rarity trots off slowly at first, but eventually nears the Boutique with a bounce in her step. You can almost hear her humming a tune as she does, an expression of joy that you can't help but be taken by. She gives you a final wave as she closes the Boutique's door, and you start the walk back to Twilight's library, feeling better than you have since you arrived.

You have a date. With Rarity. And she's eager for it!

Maybe things will work out okay after all.

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Another day, another dollar. Or bit, rather. Returning to work after a week off was not the easiest thing in the world, and your muscles certainly protested, but it's good to be making money again. A week and a half has passed since either you or Rarity heard from Cashmere, both of the rival business mares seemingly content to let competition run the old-fashioned way. You're glad for it -- it means less drama overall. It feels like things are operating like they should be, without the underhanded ploys or backstabbing that has been so prevalent since Elegant Expectations opened up down the road.

You make a stop by First Sight Jewelers on your way home, pulling your coin pouch from your pocket and making a payment of one hundred bits towards the engagement necklace you've been waiting impatiently for. Aegis says he's received most of the tools necessary to start cutting and shaping the Seabreeze sapphire you gave him, but the majority of the work is still to come. That's fine with you -- with a final estimate of somewhere between sixteen hundred and eighteen hundred bits, you're going to be paying it off for quite a while.

The overcast skies grow darker as you walk home, warning of the coming rain. You learned long ago to not trust the pegasus weather reports, so you're intent on making it home before the skies release a downpour on your head. Sure enough, the first drops of rain start falling as soon as you get half way there. By the time you reach the Boutique's entrance way, you're soaked with rain, and very eager to get a change of clothing. You fish for your key, kept snug in a pouch on your tool belt, and unlock the door with a loud 'clack'.

The Boutique is surprisingly dark, with just the glow of a single light catching your eye, coming from the living room area. Someone's home, at least.

"Rarity? You home, honey?"

You don't get a response.

"Rarity? Hey, I just got off work...are you here?"

You shrug your shoulders and start removing your wet boots -- she's probably gone somewhere and forgot to turn the lights off. It can wait; for now, you can't think of anything but getting out of your wet clothes.

A quick, hot shower leaves you feeling much better than you did when you got home, and you're thankful to be back in your comfortable, old boxers and bath robe. The sound of rain against the windows has only intensified as you showered, turning into a full-blown downpour within the span of minutes. You hope Rarity's brought an umbrella, wherever she went.

Soaked clothes notwithstanding, rainy days have always been your favorite. There's a peaceful, serene feeling to the sound of water against the building. If it weren't coming down at an angle, blown by the wind, you'd likely open up a window to let the smell in. For now, though, you're content to set a new pot of coffee on the stove top and relax.

Distant, rolling thunder lulls you into a sleepy state. You could probably fall asleep right now, but that would only throw off your sleeping schedule like it has so many times before. Even if some of those nights ended with some intimacy at two in the morning.

The coffee finally finishes brewing after what seems like an eternity, and the aroma perks you back up. You pour a mug for yourself and walk to the living room area, where the single light is still on -- and notice Fluttershy asleep on the couch. You'd almost forgotten about her. For the last week and a half she's been infrequent in her stays, only spending a few nights with you and Rarity. Besides a good-night kiss, nothing has progressed to any further level of intimacy. It's actually kind of surprised you; you were convinced that things would pick up quickly after the first night you and Rarity shared a moment with her, but so far it's been relatively mundane. If anything, it feels like she's just been around for some much-needed interactions with others.

You reach up and click off the light, not wanting to wake her. She moves slightly at the sound, but stays asleep. Maybe she was tired? Hard to say, with Rarity gone. You take a sip of your coffee, feeling the hot liquid flow down your throat...

...and immediately spill it on yourself as Fluttershy wakes up with a shout.

"Oh, shit!" you swear as the hot coffee burns against your previously clean chest. "Ow, ow..."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry! I wasn't sure what was going on and I heard the light go off and...are you okay?"

"Yeah," you reply with an annoyed expression. "Guess I should have expected that. Afraid of the dark and all."

"I'm sorry, if I'd known it was you I wouldn't have been so frightened..." Her big, teal eyes start glistening with oncoming tears. Uh oh. Best to nip it in the bud before she has an emotional breakdown.

"I'm fine, really! What's a few third degree burns between friends, right?" She doesn't say anything, putting a foreleg in front of her mouth. "I'm just kidding, I'll be okay. You just, ah, scared me a little, that's all." You frown at your bath robe, now wet with coffee. "Ahhh jeez, I just showered, too."

Fluttershy jumps down from the couch and flaps her wings, flying into the kitchen and returning with a dish towel in her teeth.

"Here, you can use thish," she says with a nervous grin, dropping the towel into your hands. You accept it with a 'thanks' and try your best to clean the coffee off of your chest and stomach, already well aware that you're going to need another shower. Great.

"I know I already said it, but I'm ever so sorry for that. I can't sleep by myself when it's dark, and after I helped this poor bear with his back problems earlier today I was just exhausted, so I just thought I'd take a nap. That's, um, why the light was on..." She folds her wings back in and climbs back up on the couch, watching you attempt to towel the liquid from your body.

"It's alright, I should have known better," you tell her to ease her mind a little. "Hey, do you know where Rarity is? I haven't seen her since I got home."

"Rarity? Oh, I'm afraid I don't know. She's been gone at least as long as I've been here, a couple of hours now. I hope she brought an umbrella with her."

"Yeah, that makes two of us." It's the first time you've been alone with Fluttershy since Rarity's confession, and it feels strange. Not wrong, exactly, just...strange. Like you should be waiting for Rarity to be here before you talk to her. You push the thoughts away and pick your coffee cup back up from the table, returning to the kitchen to refill it.

"You want a cup of coffee, Fluttershy?" you ask her. She politely declines, as you thought she would -- she never struck you as the coffee type.

It dawns on you that this is actually a pretty good time to get to know more about her. Even though you've been sharing a bed with her on and off for just shy of two weeks, you really don't know much about the yellow pegasus that your future wife has known for so long.

"Mind if I sit down?" you ask her with a smile as you return to the living room.

"Oh, not at all. It's your couch, after all. Well, Rarity's, I suppose. But that also makes it yours. You know what I mean..."

You take a seat next to her, putting a leg up on the table as you sip your coffee -- now free to do so without anyone screaming. So much for her being a deep sleeper.

"I gotta say, I wasn't expecting you to react like you did. I thought you were fast asleep."

"I know, I'm sorry. Sleeping by myself has always made me nervous, so I leave a light on to feel better. When I'm with you and Rarity it's not a problem, but you probably already know that." She looks you over and frowns at the dark splotches on your bath robe.

"It's alright," you tell her as you try to keep the damp spots away from your skin. "It's not the first time I've spilled something on this thing. I swear, it's gonna fall apart one day."

You take another drink of your coffee, offering her a sip.

"Oh, no thank you."

"Come on. Just a sip. Rarity and I make it all the time, it's good." She gives in and takes the cup from your hand, grasping it between her hooves. She takes a small, slurping sip, smacking her lips a few times as she tastes it.

"This is better than I thought it would be," she says, perking up at the flavor.

"Hazelnut. It's Rarity's favorite."

"I can see why. It's very good. I usually just stick with tea, but then, I've only ever had coffee when I was with Twilight, helping her stay awake through the night so she could study. She makes it really strong. She can get a little, um, obsessive about things." You let her take a few more sips before realizing that you're not likely to get the cup back.

"Why don't you just keep that one? I'll grab another."

"Okay," she says with a smile. You grab another mug and fill it up, hoping that the coffee helps put her a little more at ease so you can talk with her. Though you've felt better about the situation in general since you talked with Rarity, you've been meaning to have a conversation with Fluttershy to clear away any lingering doubts. It's best if everyone involved knows what's going on.

"So," you say as you sit back down, "I feel weird for saying this, but...I don't really know much about you, Fluttershy. I mean, the whole thing with Rarity and yourself kind of came out of nowhere for me. I'm fine with it, really, but still...I'd like to know more about you. You seem like a very interesting pony, and obviously Rarity sees something in you that she really likes. It couldn't hurt, right?"

"Of course it couldn't. You're Rarity's very special somepony! Some--nevermind. Somepony works fine," she laughs softly. "I know things have been a little strange since, you know, that first night, but I think you're a very good person. You have to be, Rarity's been with you for this long, right? She wouldn't stay with somepony who treated her wrong."

"She's my everything," you say as you idly rub your coffee cup with your thumb. "I don't know where I'd be without her. A lot worse off than I am now, probably."

Fluttershy nods and gives you a warm smile.

"That's exactly what I've seen since I've been around the both of you. Even when we first met, I could see it in her eyes, and how she carried herself. She's truly happy with you. Funny that her soul mate isn't even a pony, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you can say that again. She was a good friend while I was recovering in the hospital, and stayed so for several months. That big step, though...that wasn't an easy thing to take. I was scared out of my mind! Glad I took it, though. She's been the best thing to ever happen to me."

"That's so sweet," Fluttershy replies after a sip of her coffee. "That's actually why I agreed to this, um, arrangement in the first place. You and Rarity really seem like you're in love, and when she said that she wanted to share that feeling with me...well, it still wasn't an easy thing to come to terms with, but deep down I felt like it was the right thing to do."

"I told you I'd treat you with the same respect as I do her, and I meant it," you say as you place a hand on her shoulder with a smile. "So, why don't you tell me about yourself? I'd like to know more about you, if you're willing to share."

"Oh, of course I can share. But, um, I'm afraid my life hasn't really been the most interesting one....what do you want me to talk about?"

"Hmmm..." You don't want to jump right into relationship talk to begin with, so you ask something a little easier to get into. "How about where you grew up? Have you always lived in that cottage?"

"Not all all! Actually, I was born and raised in Cloudsdale, like most pegasi. I even went to Flying Camp, though I was a little older than most of the fillies and colts there. I've always been a little, you know...shy." No kidding.

"So when my parents told me it was something they really wanted me to attend, I was really scared. I've never been an especially strong flier like Rainbow Dash, or most pegasi, really."

Considering you hardly see her do much with flying besides little tasks here and there, you're not too surprised.

"Speaking of Rainbow Dash, one day I was supposed to be the one waving the flag when she was having a race with the other foals. She flew by me so fast she knocked me right off my cloud!"

"Sounds like Dash, alright." You can only imagine head-strong little Dash trying to show her stuff to the other kids. "But it was Flying Camp, right? Didn't you just fly back up to the cloud?"

"Umm, not exactly...I kind of fell. A long way. I was waving my legs and trying to flap my wings, but I just couldn't fly!"

"So did Dash rescue you? If you weren't a strong flier, and you're still here, then something must have happened. Right?"

"Well, I was saved, yes. But not by Rainbow Dash. She didn't know I'd fallen! She was so caught up in her race, her and the other pegasi just blew right past me. No, I thought that was going to be the end of me, but then...I was saved. By a cloud of butterflies."

Wait, what?

"...Butterflies? Like..tiny, incredibly small, weigh nothing butterflies?"

"Mmhmm. Thousands of them! I don't know how, but they slowed me down, and eventually I was floating on them."

Everything you know about physics stomps and yells in protest in your head, but you push it back with a mental shrug. If sentient ponies can use magic and move heavenly bodies, super-strong butterflies are the last thing you'd consider to be 'weird'.

"It was the first time I'd ever been on the ground. Did you know most pegasi go their entire lives without touching the ground? There's really no need for them to, when they can walk on clouds and fly. I'd always heard that the ground was a scary, dangerous place, but in that one moment I was surrounded by the most beautiful, gentle animals. It was the first time in my life that I'd felt like I really belonged."

"Hence your cutie mark, I take it." You point to the trio of butterflies on her flank, partially obscured by her long, pink tail.

"That's right. If I knew the ground had so much to be seen, I'd have come here sooner, and never leave!" You shake off the strangest urge to break into song. You've been around ponies too long...

"I did eventually get back up to Cloudsdale after a few pegasi picked me up, and once I was there I told my parents that I wanted to live on the ground. They were, um...surprised. I told them all about what had happened to me, and why I came back with my cutie mark. I spent a few more years alternating between Cloudsdale and spending time on the ground with all the little animals I'd become friends with, and eventually my parents bought me the cottage I've been in ever since. With my help, of course. I told them I wanted to help pay for it. That's why I started my veterinarian practice, actually."

"How do you make money from that, anyway? I doubt bunnies and birds have stashes of bits lying around."

"Oh, of course not," she laughs. "I receive a weekly sum from the royal Caretakers Guild. They pay me for every animal that I nurse back to health, so I can still pay my own way. I'd do it for free, but, um, 'free' doesn't pay for food."

You nod at her story, happy to know a little more about the feathery addition to your lives. Not everyone can claim their life was saved by butterflies, of all things. That's kinda neat. Weird, but neat.

"You said you met Rarity when your bunny--"

"Angel," she corrects you.

"--When Angel kept bringing back bits of fabric, right? Cashmere and Rarity showed up at your door?"

"Mmhmm. That's right."

"How did you become friends? Rarity just kind of glazed over that bit."

"When Rarity and Cashmere showed up that first night, we talked for a long time. They were both very friendly and genuine, it actually kind of surprised me. I usually kept to myself, and still do, but they had something about them that made it feel like it was okay to trust them. That's why it surprised me so much to see Cashmere act the way she did a few weeks ago! I think she's become a very bitter pony over the years."

"So, what...you just kind of hung around them?"

"Sort of. They had their jobs at that clothing store and I had mine taking care of sick animals, so we could only meet up after work or on weekends. It was okay, though. We had lunches together and talked about our pasts, talked about fashion, that kind of thing. Umm, I think I knew more about fashion at the time than they did..." she admits with a nervous grin as she sinks into the couch.

"There was one topic that was always brought up, and that was our plans for the future. I told them I was perfectly happy caring for the creatures in and around Ponyville, but Rarity and Cashmere had big dreams. They wanted to open up a bunch of stores and 'take the fashion world by storm', as they put it. Though, now that I look back at it, it always seemed like it was Cashmere who said those sorts of things more often than Rarity. I still think Rarity would like to have her brand known all across Equestria, but she also loves her home and cares for the ponies she knows here. Cashmere is just..."

"Different?" you finish for her.

"Yes. Different. She always seemed very eager to move up and out of Ponyville. She really doesn't like it here. I think it's because of Rarity, mostly."

"I know they used to be an item, at least for a little while. You think all of this stems from jealousy?"

"It's certainly possible," she admits. "Even back when we were all together, I'd notice little hints and tells in Cashmere's demeanor. She was always glancing at Rarity out of the corner of her eye, or following just a step behind her, or paying for her meals. At the time I thought she was just being a friend, but after a while it became obvious that Cashmere viewed Rarity as a lot more. That didn't work out, obviously."

Rarity had speculated --and indeed, told Cashmere to her face -- that it was all based on jealousy, and this is only further proof of that.

"She can hold a grudge for a long time," you add.

"It would seem so, yes. But more than being a scorned lover, or potential lover, as the case may be, I think Cashmere is jealous of everything else Rarity has. Cashmere may have more stores and a lot more money, but that's all just material. Rarity has friends who really care about her, and a small business that everypony knows and loves. And she has you! And, um, me, I suppose..." she blushes under her butter-yellow coat and smiles. "It feels strange to say that. But in a good way."

"Not to mention being the bearer of an element of harmony."

"That, too. I don't think Cashmere sees that as something to be jealous of, though. It's a pretty obscure thing unless you know what it really means."

You offer to refill her cup, but she politely turns the offer down.

"Umm, if I drink too much caffeine I kind of get...hiccups. It can be a little embarrassing..."

Hold her down and force her to drink more coffee! the little voice in your head yells at you, demanding to see such an adorable thing for itself. It would be pretty funny...but it's probably not going to happen. Sadly.

The windows light up with a flash of lightning, joined by the rolling of distant thunder a moment later. You hope Rarity is okay. Hell, you wish she'd let someone know where she was going. No point in worrying too much, though. She's a big girl.

"Let's move on from Cashmere to a happier subject, shall we?"

She nods in approval, briefly stretching her wings out.

"What about you and Rarity? She views you as her closest friend, no matter what happens. If you ask me, she really does care about you, Fluttershy."

"Oh, she's certainly my best friend as well! She's been there for me for a long time, even before the six of us started spending time together. I'm ever so thankful to know her, even when she's being a bit, um...moody."

"Yeah, she can be that way," you add with a laugh. "Bit of a drama queen, but it's part of who she is. It's usually entertaining, at least."

"She went through a phase where she dragged that red couch with her everywhere!" She points to the couch sitting near the balcony. "Can you believe it? Any time something happened, she'd dramatically pull it over with her magic and fall onto it!" Fluttershy giggles at the memory, hopefully unaware of the ways you've put that couch to use over the last year. It's a little dirtier now than it used to be...

"Over the last few years, we started heading to the spa that Aloe and Lotus own, at least once in a while. It's nice to just relax and be pampered, maybe get a ponipedi or a facial. We used to drag Dash along with us, but she always ate the cucumber slices. That, and she doesn't really like other ponies to touch her hooves. It makes her feel very uncomfortable for some reason."

"Did you ever have any idea that Rarity liked you as, you know...more than a friend? I know it took you by surprise, but you had to have seen something, right?"

Fluttershy fidgets a hind leg and stares down at the cushions, obviously a little embarrassed to be talking about it.

"Um, from time to time. Sometimes we'd be out and she'd hug me just a little longer than normal, or she'd kiss my cheek, but it would be...soft. I had some suspicions, but she never acted on them, so I just forgot about it."

"She was certainly worried about admitting it, yeah." You remember back to the night that she first told Fluttershy of her long-held aspirations to be more than friends. It was a strange couple of days. "Especially with having me in her life. I don't blame her, if I was in her position I'd have felt the same way. We talked about it quite a lot, you know. Before we came by your cottage. It's taken some time, but...I think I'm okay with it. There's still some apprehensions, but it hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be. Not to say that it was going to be bad, or that you'd cause anything bad, I, um...you know what, I'm gonna shut up before I put my foot in my mouth."

You're relieved when she giggles at the joke, scooting closer to you and resting her head against your arm.

"Rarity always said you were a little, um...socially awkward. I guess that makes two of us."

"Yeah, no kidding," you reply with a laugh. "I am not exactly the most sociable guy. All of those parties and events that Rarity and I go to aren't really my thing. I still go with her, though, for support and all that. If the night gets too tiring for her -- and it usually does at some point -- she can always come back to me for some love and comfort."

Fluttershy looks up at you and smiles, adjusting herself to get more comfortable against you.

"That's exactly what I saw between the two of you, and still do. I think it was that breakfast we went to a few weeks ago that really swayed me on the decision. All of your and Rarity's little jokes, and the back-and-forth banter between you two, it was...um, I'm not sure how to put this...it was what I thought love was supposed to look like. If that makes any sense. You and Rarity looked so happy together. Every time I see you with each other, you're both smiling and laughing, like you've known each other your whole lives."

She shakes her head to get a lock of pink hair out of her face, blowing at it a few times before getting an annoyed look and brushing it aside with a hoof.

"It's funny you'd say that, because it's what I always feel around her as well. Like we've known each other for far longer than a year and a half."

"If I'm honest, it was that very thing that made me nervous about joining you and her in the first place. You have this wonderful, beautiful relationship going, and I didn't want to get in the way of that. I understand that you fell in love with Rarity, not me. I also realize that you don't share quite as strong feelings for me as she does. I was worried I would be treated like some sort of...outcast."

You place a comforting hand on her foreleg and offer her a smile to ease her mind.

"So now that you've been here -- on and off, anyway -- for the last two weeks...do you still feel like that?"

She returns you smile and shakes her head.

"No, not at all. In fact, I feel kind of silly for having worried about it in the first place. Especially after the first night I stayed with the two of you. It was...unexpected," she blushes again, and you laugh at her confession. "But you understand where I was coming from with that, right? The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt either of you. You've been so very kind to me."

"I understand perfectly, Fluttershy," you reassure her. "And yeah, while it's true I haven't felt the same way about you as I have about Rarity, you've been slowly changing my mind. I mean, I always said I would treat you with love and respect, just like I would with her, but since you've spent some real time with us things have become easier for me. In a lot of ways you and Rarity are alike, and the same things that I find attractive in her I also find attractive in you. That doesn't sound weird, does it?"

"Oh, no, it's very sweet of you!"

"Okay, good. Just wanted to make sure."

Another flash of lightning, the thunder sounding closer this time. The sound of rain intensifies as great sheets of water batter against the window.

"You know, it's funny...when Rarity first proposed this whole thing, I was...man, how do I say this...I was open to the idea, but cautious about it actually happening. We talked for a long time about it. Hell, I think most of our day was spent discussing it. Rarity loves you, both as a friend and something more. I'm fine with that, I'm not one to judge non-traditional relationships or anything. If it makes her happy, I'll gladly welcome you into our home. I just don't want there to be any unknowns between us."

"I understand, yes," she finally says. "I do appreciate that you've taken me in, but I know this can't be an easy thing to cope with." She grasps a hand between her hooves. "You and Rarity have made me feel very welcome, and I understand your apprehension about it. Really, I do! It's the same reason that our, um...intimate moments...haven't become more serious. I would never want to rush things."

You let out a deep sigh of relief, glad to have talked with her about it.

"I find myself caring about you more the longer I'm around you. Really. It's just gonna take me some time, that's all."

"It's okay," she says with a reassuring smile, "I'm an adult, I'm not afraid of somepony voicing their concerns."

"Alright, just making sure," you reply, putting an arm around her in a hug.

You watch the rain come down together for a while longer, but the steady drumming on the roof slowly lulls you into a sense of comfort and security. You drift off to sleep with Fluttershy in your arm, feeling a renewed sense of hopeful optimism.

==========

Your slumber is interrupted by a loud click. You're unable to figure out what it is in your half-asleep stupor, but the sound of hooves on the floor brings a small degree of recognition. You blink several times, just beginning to notice the tingling in your right arm -- Fluttershy's still there, and your arm's asleep.

Rarity rounds the corner, still in full rain gear -- a purple raincoat that drapes around her body (fashionably, of course), with a large, purple and blue umbrella sticking out from the middle of the back, connected to a gemmed, gold-colored saddle. Even her horn is covered, a stylish hat not too unlike AJ's on top of her head. Only taller. And rainproof. And purple. So much purple.

"Goodness, I leave you alone for a few hours and you're already asleep," she says quietly, just above a whisper.

"Hey, baby. I was starting to get a little worried; you were gone when I got home, and Fluttershy had no idea where you went. Guess you're fine, though." You stick your free arm out and motion her over. "I'd get up to hug you but I'm afraid she's claimed my arm as her own."

Rarity laughs quietly and steps over, wrapping her forelegs around you tightly and giving you a comforting kiss.

"Sorry to make you worry, darling, but I'm quite alright. I always keep this little ensemble ready just in case I need to go out in such adverse weather."

She closes the umbrella with a burst of magic and slides out of her rain coat and hat, hanging it up on a coat rack in the corner.

"I'm going to need to mop that spot later. Oh well. No harm done."

You see her point a hoof at the sleeping pegasus at your side, a smile crossing her face.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting to find you and Fluttershy asleep on the couch. Interesting day?"

"Yeah, I found her taking a nap here when I got home from work. Made the mistake of turning off the light, and the poor girl woke up in terror. Gave us the opportunity to talk, though."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I'd been wanting to do so for a while. Just never found the right time," you say with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Anything in particular?"

"I just wanted to know more about her. We talked about her past, how she knew you and Cashmere, that kind of that. I wanted to talk to her about her, uh, 'unique' situation with us, too."

"And what did she say? I assume you still had some lingering concerns, darling." Rarity climbs up on the couch next to you and floats your coffee cup over, taking a sip before putting it down with a sour face.

"Sorry, it's not hot any more. You could reheat the one on the stove, though."

"That's quite alright, dear. You were saying?"

"Well, it was pretty much what I'd talked to you about a while back. She said she's happy with the way things have been going, and she's glad she made the decision. She was apprehensive about joining us, though. She didn't want to seem like she was forcing herself into our lives...she says we have a wonderful relationship."

"That's very sweet of her," Rarity says. "I like to think we do, too."

"Definitely." You lean down and kiss her lovingly, running a hand over the wet lengths of hair that weren't covered by her umbrella or hat. "But yeah, I was just trying to get us all on the same wavelength, you know? I felt a lot better after talking with you a few weeks ago, but I think the majority of my concerns have been lifted after getting a little confirmation from her."

Fluttershy mumbles something in her sleep and kicks a foreleg before settling back to position.

"I'm glad you could eliminate those fears, darling. As I've said before, Fluttershy is not one to intrude. Just having her with us has brought her some obvious comfort -- you can see it in the way she carries herself. When she's not sleeping, anyway," she says with a laugh. "I swear, between the two of you, it's a wonder anyone is ever awake at all."

You laugh in return and put your free arm around her as she snuggles against you. The rain has let up some since you fell asleep, but it's still coming down at a decent rate. Walking to work tomorrow is gonna be real fun, nevermind trying to work in it. You can worry about it later, though.

"I think I could grow to like this."

"Hmm?"

"A beautiful mare on each arm. Twice the eye candy for parties."

"Men." Rarity shakes her head and clops a hoof against your arm playfully. "But yes, it is rather nice, isn't it? You haven't seemed this calm with the both of us at your side in a good while. Maybe your little talk with her really did calm your nerves."

"I like to think so."

"Fabulous!" she replies with a quiet giggle. She lays her head back down against your robe, but pulls back after a few seconds, running a hoof over the spot. "Oh, my, is that a wet spot? It's...quite extensive, actually. How did that happen?"

"Ah, well, when Fluttershy woke up she sort of did so with a yell. It scared the crap outta me! Made me jump so much that I spilled most of my coffee all over myself." Rarity laughs at the mental image and gives you a sympathetic look.

"My condolences on your robe, darling."

"Nothing I can't get out with a little stain remover," you shrug. "Got it all down my chest and stomach, too. Got most of it off with a towel, but still feels kinda sticky. Gonna have to take a shower. Again."

"Did you, now?" She opens up your robe and frowns at the light brown remains of your spilled drink "Well that just won't do."

She takes a quick glance at Fluttershy, making sure the yellow pegasus is still asleep, and bends her head down to your open robe. You gasp in surprise as you feel her kiss your chest and make a long, sliding lick up to your neck, meeting your lips for a passionate kiss.

"Mmmm, I'd say you could do with another shower. Perhaps I could join you?"

"I think I'd like that," you reply with a smile, rubbing your nose against hers. She hops down from the couch while you gently place Fluttershy's head and neck on the couch cushions. Fluttershy tucks her legs in and thankfully stays asleep. Rarity floats over a small blanket and places it over her friend, giving you a happy look as she does.

"Now, I believe we have some hot, steamy water waiting for us," she teases, flicking her tail up as she stretches out, lifting her rear in the air.

"I believe we do." You start walking off, but quickly turn around for a moment. "Oh, just a sec, hon." You click the lamp back on so that Fluttershy won't wake up in the dark. "Okay. I think we're set now."

You rejoin Rarity's side, removing your robe as you walk up to the second story. Once you reach your room you take a chance and dump it over her, laughing out loud as she stands there, unmoving, with the robe draped entirely around her and spreading out across the floor.

"I should have known you'd do something like that," her muffled voice responds from under the robe. Her covered form reminds you of a dog, lost under a blanket, and it makes you laugh even harder.

"Hey, honey, could you do me a favor and chase your tail? Maybe growl a little, too."

"I am not a dog, thank you!" You are overtaken by the sudden mental image of Rarity chasing her own tail, over and over in circles, and it causes you to laugh so hard that you have to brace yourself against the wall. She tosses the robe off with a flaring of magic, depositing it in a laundry hamper.

"Really, now! Sometimes I wonder how I even put up with you," she says with a serious face. Or at least, she tries to keep a serious face. Your laughter is infectious, and her stern demeanor soon breaks down into a giggle of her own.

"Oh, for the love of Celestia! Let's just get in there before you decide to put a collar on me." Hmmm....

"Well..."

"Ah ah, I know where this is going! Don't get your hopes up, darling."

"Damn! It was worth a try."

"Really, now, I've no problem with a little adventure in the bedroom, but that's just silly."

Rarity trots to the bathroom and turns the handle on the shower, nodding with approval at the temperature.

"Oh, I'd nearly forgotten! Remind me that I have something to tell you after we finish, won't you? I think you'll be quite surprised."

Against your better judgment you ask her what it is anyway, wanting to know what she's so eager to tell you. Of course, she refuses to.

"I said after we finish, darling. It can wait. I, however, cannot! Now...get in here and take care of your mare, or your mare may just take care of herself."

"Yes, ma'am!" You laugh to yourself and shut the bathroom door, joining her in the hot water.

As it turns out, spilling coffee on yourself was the best thing that could have happened.

==========

Half an hour passes far too quickly.

Rarity's mystery announcement creeps back into your mind, but she's insistent upon telling it to both you and Fluttershy together. Fortunately, Fluttershy is awake again, sitting on a cushion out on the balcony under a small overhang. Gusts of wind blow her long, pink mane around and rustle the feathers of her wings. The rain has mostly died down, now reduced to a light drizzle, leaving the air damp and cool.

Rarity walks up behind the pegasus and places a hoof on her shoulder.

"Hello, darling."

"Hi, Rarity," Fluttershy responds with a light smile.

"How have you been? I've been so busy today that I haven't even had the chance to see you."

"I'm okay. I was just enjoying the weather."

"That's good to hear. I thought you might have taken off after no one was home for a while...I was pleasantly surprised to hear that you were still here." She leans down and kisses Fluttershy's forehead, then pulls up a cushion of her own. You sit down next to her, putting an arm around her waist.

"I hear you had a nice conversation with my darling dearest today, or so he says."

"Yes we did. It was very nice...I don't think we really knew much about each other, besides the conversations we'd had during lunches and such. I think it went well. Mostly it was just putting our minds at ease, if you understand."

Rarity nods in response.

"That I do, darling. I realize that there have been some...lingering doubts. I must admit, our situation is quite unconventional."

"To say the least," you add. "But yeah, we had a nice conversation, even if I scared her half to death. Or vice-versa."

"Hmmhmm, sorry," she giggles.

"No harm done. It was actually pretty interesting...the conversation, that is. Not the scalding coffee part. Like I said, hon, there were just a few things I wanted to get off my chest. Fluttershy is a very mature and respectful mare, without a doubt. Needless to say, I feel better about all of this. Still just easing me way into it, but yeah...I'm okay with it."

Rarity smiles and plants a kiss on your cheek.

"I'm glad you feel that way, darling."

"Actually, that reminds me...does anyone else know about this? I know we've been keeping this a secret so far, but sooner or later someone is bound to realize what's going on. What then?"

"Hmm...." Rarity taps her chin with her hoof, while Fluttershy simply stares off towards the distant mountains. "Honestly, darling, I don't know. I can't think of a single...situation like ours. At least, not amongst any ponies I can think of."

"Is it something that's socially acceptable amongst ponies? Where I came from, it's called polygamy, and it's generally frowned upon. Here, though...I dunno."

"I've no idea, I'm afraid to say. I would be surprised, though, if such a thing were out-right hated. I think it would come as a shock to those who know us, yes, but revulsion and judgmental attitudes? I'd like to think Ponyville is more tolerant than that. There are several mare-mare relationships in town, after all. 'As long as you're happy' seems to be the prevailing train of thought here. One would hope, anyway."

As long as you've known them, ponies have had the whole 'love and tolerance' thing as their standard...but occasionally, you still run into one that's a complete asshole. Hell, there's a few stallions at your job site that you can't stand the sight of. Not to mention Cashmere. That's a whole other matter entirely! If she found out about this...well, nothing good could come from it. You decide to bring it up, even if it's an unpleasant thought. Best to get it out of the way.

"So...suppose Cashmere gets a hold of this information. You know she'd use it against you in a heart beat."

"I'd like to think she wouldn't pry into my personal life, darling. She--"

You give her an exasperated expression, and she gets the hint.

"...Right. I suppose I shouldn't be so naive about such things. Of course she would pry into my life if it gave her a leg up. She could potentially use such information to spread lies or rumors about us, what with her scheming mind and all that.

That said, I don't think going around and shouting it from the rooftops is the greatest of ideas. We'll just have to be cautious, that's all."

"I guess so." You fluff your cushion and sit back down, remembering the surprise Rarity was supposed to tell you about. "Oh, I almost forgot! You said you had something to tell us?"

"Of course! How silly of me, blathering on when there's such good news to be had."

"What kind of good news, Rarity?" Fluttershy asks, getting up on her hooves and stretching her wings out.

"Well, since you asked...do you remember, darling, how we had a two-part plan against Cashmere?"

"Sure do." You turn to face Fluttershy, who was unaware of the little scheme you and Rarity cooked up. "We wanted to get back at her for that half-off sale she forced us into, so we came up with this plan, see? The first part of it was a bit of personal payback; we sent Cashmere a poison joke flower, delivered anonymously."

Fluttershy's eyes widen at the mention of the flower, obviously still very aware of what it's capable of.

"Poison joke? Oh, I don't know about that...it was, um...unpleasant."

"There was no permanent harm done, darling. In fact, I hear she was back to her old, irrefutably repugnant self the next day. It was quite interesting, however! We weren't sure what it had affected, if it had done so at all, but then we saw the patches of blue dots on her rump!" Rarity laughs a refined giggle, continuing, "As it turns out, it had affected her latent -- and overly-used -- sense of sexuality and seduction. You should have seen it! She was trying her hardest to throw as much innuendo as possible her into speech, but she could never find the words!"

"We could be a real, working three...thing," you mimic, putting on the best derp-face possible. Rarity laughs louder at your impersonation, wiping a tear from her eye. Fluttershy joins in, albeit softer.

"Yeah, she wasn't the smoothest talker that day."

"That is funny, but a bit of an inconvenience doesn't seem like something that would match up for what she did to you," Fluttershy states with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Ah, but that's the beauty of it, my dear." Rarity composes herself and puts a hoof to her chest dramatically. " 'Tis not enough to simply humiliate; one must also counter their opponent blow for blow." You roll your eyes at her display, which she dismisses with a hoof wave. "Come now, darling, you must allow me such frivolities where Cashmere is concerned. Goodness knows we take what we can get."

"Fair enough."

"But yes, the second part of our plan -- or rather, the second part of the first part of our plan -- was to have Pinkie Pie cause as much of a ruckus as possible. Do you remember that one-pony band get-up she used to drive the parasprites out of town?"

"The one with the accordion and tuba and such?" Fluttershy asks.

"Exactly. She led a procession of ponies from Sugarcube Corner all the way to Cashmere's store! Oh, if only you could have witnessed it! She even sang a song!"

"A song? What kind of song?"

"It's...hard to explain," you answer. You're not sure ponies have even heard of metal...

"It's Pinkie Pie, darling. That's all we really need to say," Rarity adds with a laugh. "Part of her song included a buy one, get one free sale for Cashmere's store. You know how easily swayed Ponyvillians are..." 'Naive' would be the right word. Maybe their open nature makes ponies more gullible.

"Oh, my...that doesn't sound very nice."

"Perhaps, Fluttershy, but no harm was done...to the ponies, anyway. Cashmere's bottom line? That's a whole other matter entirely."

"Well...she did sort of deserve it. If she always acts how she acted that day that I threw her out, I can't really blame you. I mean, I don't think I could have done such a thing, but that's just me. I guess there's a reason you're the 'shrewd business mare', as I've heard it."

"Hmmhmm, quite so, dear. One must be prepared to step on a few hooves on their way to the top!"

"Okay, backstory explained," you prod, eager to hear the news for yourself, "what happened with the second part of your plan? Weren't you supposed to stop by Cashmere's suppliers or something?"

"Indeed I was. And I did! That, my dear, is why I'm so eager to tell you."

"Well? Don't keep me waiting, baby. You know patience isn't my strong suit."

"Don't I ever," she replies with an alluring edge to her voice, "It's a wonder you can even make it to the bed sometimes."

Fluttershy blushes at the statement, hiding her cheeks behind her hooves.

"Oh, no need to be shy, my dear. We're all adults here. We all have our desires!" Rarity steps closer and whispers in your ear, "Isn't that right, darling? Though some of our desires are a little more...lacy." The last word is so breathy it actually causes a tingle to shoot down your spine. You can feel your own cheeks flushing, and you have to take a deep breath to refocus yourself.

God damn, but she's good.

"ANYWAY," you interject before you make a bigger fool of yourself, "back on topic, what happened?"

Rarity gives you a wry smile and blows a kiss at you, causing Fluttershy to bite her lip nervously.

"Anyway, yes, my plan was to present Cashmere's suppliers -- specifically those in Ponyville -- a few of my hoof-made ensembles in an effort to convince them to service us instead of her."

"Couldn't they do both?"

"In theory, yes. Their supply chains aren't that large, however. Cashmere has been buying locally to keep her costs down -- quite a good business practice, if I do say so. I suppose she could always ship her textiles and materials in from her main suppliers in Manehattan, but that takes time and money."

"Time is money, friend," you say to yourself. Rarity gives you an inquisitive look, but you simply shrug in response.

"...Yes...quite so, darling. I took a few of my finest designs with me to her main supply center, clear on the other side of Ponyville. It's a good thing it hadn't yet begun to rain, or those dresses and suits would have been ruined! Though I still brought my own rain coat, of course. Did you know purple is back in this season? Imagine my delight when I heard the news, this very intelligent mare from Las Pegasus told me and--"

"Rarity!" If you've learned anything, it's that once she starts going on fashion talk, it's hard to get her to stop.

"Hmm? Oh, heheh, right...as I was saying, I took the liberty of walking to their location. The two ponies behind the desk -- a stallion and a mare -- asked me what I wanted. They were a tad bit unfriendly at first, to say the least. I think the mare was drilling holes through me with her eyes for the first part of my visit. I've no idea why...maybe they were just having a bad day. Who can say, really?"

Trying to convince a pair of pissed-off ponies probably wasn't the easiest thing in the world, especially when it involved money matters.

"Their mood changed once I told them I was looking to spend some bits, of course. They were suddenly like my best friends! I swear, the nerve of some ponies. Anyway, I bought a few rolls of fabric before presenting them with a pair of dresses and a pair of suits -- a full tuxedo and a collar-only design, for less formal occasions, respectively."

"Can you even call a fancy collar a suit?" you ask.

"Technically, no, but for the purposes of formality it tends to work well enough, especially on stallions with darker-colored coats and lighter eyes, thus accentuating the--I'm getting off track again, aren't I? Sorry."

"It's alright," you tell her with a chuckle.

"Obviously you can imagine their surprise when I did so. The poor mare was so shocked that she couldn't speak! The stallion asked me what I was doing, and I told him that I had prepared the outfits for them, free of charge. He and his wife were cautious at first, but upon inspecting the dresses and suits they were taken aback by the quality I put into them. To be fair, I'd put a lot of my free time into those outfits, even closing the Boutique early today to work on them.

The mare asked me why I had done such a thing, and I told them that I wanted their business to supply mine instead of Cashmere's."

"Doesn't Cashmere have some sort of contract or something to prevent this?"

"Most businesses don't operate such a way here, darling. In the case of the supply store, they had agreed to help Cashmere, but they found her products to be of varying quality. That may not sound like an important matter, but you must remember that anything made from the materials that they supply are assumed to be partly their responsibility."

"But that doesn't make much sense," you interrupt, "are you saying that the pony who supplies you right now can also come to blame for what you create with those supplies?"

"Indeed he can. Such a system encourages everypony involved to be at their finest. In theory, anyway. You'll find that businesses that don't care about their customers or suppliers don't last very long."

"Kinda weird, but if it works, I suppose...wait, doesn't that mean that the guy supplying you right now is going to lose out because you snagged this new one?"

"Not at all, darling. After our half-off debacle a few weeks ago, it became obvious that I've not been properly prepared for such an event. Were we to get bombarded like that again, it would exhaust all of my supplies. With two suppliers, I can obtain twice the number of materials, and I can shop between the two for better prices."

"Nice. Saving money is always good."

"I like to think so. Once they had finished inspecting the designs I'd given them, I encouraged them to try them on. The collar-only one was a bit too small for the stallion, but the tuxedo fit him perfectly. Keep in mind I had no idea what to expect when going in to this, so I had to create a suit that would allow for a range of sizes while still retaining that 'slimming' look that's so much of a bonus with this style of clothing."

"What about the mare?" Fluttershy asks, obviously interested in the story.

"Would you believe that both of the dresses fit her? I was simply delighted!" Rarity lets out a squeal of delight and bounces happily in place. You can't help yourself, and you reach over and embrace her in a tight hug.

"I didn't think you'd be so happy about dresses fitting the mare, darling," she says with a laugh.

"I'm not. I mean, I am, that's good, but it's not that. You're just so...damn adorable sometimes."

Fluttershy hides a laugh behind a foreleg, her nose scrunching up.

"Like a little puppy or something. I just want to squeeze you until you make a squeaky toy sound."

"Erm, thank you, darling. I think..." She gives you an odd look, half-amused, half-curious. "You have a very unique way of describing things."

"Well you are! Isn't she, Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy's eyes widen, and she ducks down behind the cushion.

"Um, well...you are kind of cute like that, Rarity..."

"Why does everypony think I'm 'cute'? I am a lady!" She sticks her nose in the air and turns her head slightly, trying to bring out the refined exterior she's done so many times before. "Beautiful? Of course. Charming? I would like to think so. Cute? Well...I suppose I could be labeled so. It does have a certain air about it."

"Are you done over-thinking the compliment now?" You say with a poke to her stomach. She yelps in surprise and covers it with a half-hearted attempt at being angry. "I thought I told you to stop doing that!"

"Oh you did. Doesn't mean I actually have to, though. For future reference, Fluttershy," you turn to her as Rarity curls up into a ball, "It's a spot on her stomach just under her ribs. She's sensitive there."

"Umm...okay..." Fluttershy isn't sure what to make of it, instead, sinking lower behind the cushion.

"And when I say 'sensitive', I mean sensitive. If you kind of lick around the area and--"

"I think," Rarity interrupts, "you've said enough, darling. Really, now, if you're going to reveal all of my personal secrets, you're going to make her uncomfortable. Not to mention that I may be forced to respond in kind. Don't forget, darling," she steps up and stares you in the eyes, semi-menacingly, "that I am more than aware of your personal nuances. It would be a real shame if such a thing were to slip my mind."

"Um..." Fluttershy has apparently brought it upon herself to re-rail the discussion. "I don't mean to interrupt, but you were talking about the new suppliers?"

"Right. I believe I'd just said that the mare had taken a liking to both dresses before someone decided to lead my astray again." She glares at you playfully before returning to her story. "So, yes, after they'd had a chance to try on the outfits and get a good feel for them, they were practically begging me to represent their wares!"

"Begging?"

"Well....fine, not so much 'begging' as 'curiously asking', but still. My point stands. They were excited. I told them that I owned the Carousel Boutique, and that I was in need of a supplier for higher-end materials. It took a good half hour of discussion, but eventually we struck a deal." She raises a hoof in the air in celebration. "Cashmere's suppliers are now ours!"

"That's great!" you tell her with a hug and a big kiss. "I knew you could do it, baby!"

"Congratulations, that's very nice to hear." Fluttershy adds with a light smile.

"Thank the both of you. To be honest, I hadn't expected it to go this smoothly. I thought the supplier would fight me tooth-and-hoof over some sort of business partnership, but they were surprisingly open to the idea."

Rarity rubs her hooves together with a scheming grin.

"Cashmere is going to be very surprised, hmmhmm."

"Any catches to this whole thing?" You figure you'd better ask just in case.

"Just one: Due to the long distance between the Boutique and our new-found suppliers, I'll have to order all of my materials from them a week in advance. They'll then ship them to me via wagon once a week, on a Monday morning. So there will be a small expense for that, but it shouldn't be an issue."

You weren't expecting it to be so easy, either. For once, things have gone as smooth as you'd hoped. It's nice to have a plan pan out without unnecessary drama and nonsense!

"Cashmere's gonna find out, hon. Soon, most likely. I think it's safe to say she's not going to be happy about it."

"Pfft. Cashmere." She nearly spits the name out, making it clear what she thinks of her former friend. "She can sit on it and spin, for all I care!"

"Not much love lost there, I take it."

"Please, if I had any love remaining for her, it disappeared when she tried to steal my store and seduce my man. No, there is no love lost for that two-toned tart." You lean in and give her a kiss, happy to have some good news. "No doubt this will upset her, but I'm prepared for whatever nonsense she thinks she can conjure up. No, Miss Rarity is not playing around any more. As she's going to find out very soon, it. IS. ON!"

You and Fluttershy give her a surprised look, and she puts her forelegs back down with a nervous laugh.

"Heheh, that is to say, I shall not be gentle with her any more. If it's a fight Cashmere wants, then it's a fight Cashmere shall get."

Fluttershy takes a few steps over and gives Rarity a hug, but Rarity pulls back with her forelegs over Fluttershy's shoulders.

"Come now, darling, we've been together for a while now. You can give me a kiss, I don't mind."

"Umm, I don't know..."

"It's quite alright, dear! We've done the same thing before bed on several occasions, right?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Then how is this any different?"

"I...I guess it's really not."

"It's just us, darling. Neither of us think anything negative of y--mmm!"

Fluttershy surprises both of you by quickly moving closer and pressing her lips against Rarity's, holding there for several seconds before pulling back with a nervous laugh, her cheeks bright red under her yellow coat. Rarity's eyes remain wide for just as long, blinking several times as she collects her thoughts.

"I must admit...I was not expecting that. Can't say I disapprove, though. Thank you, darling," she says with a big smile and that upside down 'U' expression you so love.

"You're welcome, Rarity," Fluttershy finally replies, still blushing. "Just having a little fun, that's all."

"I'm glad you can feel more casual with us, Fluttershy. All we've done is to try and make you feel welcome and comfortable, it's good to know that our efforts aren't in vain."

Rarity stands up behind you, rubbing your shoulders with her hooves. She may not have hands, but it still feels pretty nice.

"What do you say we go celebrate with some dinner, hmm? The roads are going to be atrocious but it's nothing a little wet-weather gear can't handle. At least it's stopped raining by now."

"I think that's a great idea," you tell her as you let your head droop down so she can massage your lower neck. "Where should we go?"

"Oh I don't know, I thought we'd let Fluttershy decide. How about it, dear?" Tension you didn't even know you were holding in your neck suddenly melts away under the long, forceful circles of Rarity's movements. You should really ask her to do this more...

"Hmm? Me? Okay, um...how about Silver Platter's? He runs a very nice restaurant, and it won't be that expensive. You know, if that's okay with you two."

"I think that sounds fabulous," Rarity replies. "It's been a long time since we've been there, isn't that right, darling?"

"Mmhmm," is all you can manage, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of your muscles being kneaded.

"Then I think Silver Platter's is on our menu for today. We can head out as soon as everyone's ready. Oh, I'd nearly forgotten..." You feel Rarity's breath on your shoulder, and she suddenly bites down -- lightly -- between your neck and shoulder, flicking her tongue over the spot as she does so. You reflexively gasp and jerk your head to the side, holding it there for a few seconds even after she pulls away with a laugh.

"...He's sensitive on that spot."

"Hey!" You scramble to your feet and take off after her, hearing her laugh all the way.

"I told you I'd get you back, darling!"

==========

The rest of the day passes quickly and quietly, the reasonably-priced dinner a nice way to put a cap on things. You and Rarity spent several hours talking and laughing into the late hours of the night, Fluttershy sitting quietly and listening to your stories. She excused herself to an early bed, leaving the two of you with some welcomed privacy. As much as you enjoy the pegasus' company, you really treasure those moments with Rarity the most. She seemed to agree, uncorking a bottle of wine and sharing it between the two of you in a pair of crystal glasses.

"Before we take a sip, I suppose a toast in order," she says with a flourish of her wine glass. "To us, darling. And to Fluttershy. I've not the foggiest idea of what may come of this, but so far, I must say it's been quite pleasant."

"I'll drink to that," you answer, raising your own glass in return. "She's a sweet heart, definitely. Whatever happens, I'm right at your side, baby."

"And I at yours, dear." You clink your glasses together and take a sip, letting the multitude of flavors wash over your tongue and down your throat. "Not too bad, if I do say so."

"Not bad at all. You've got good taste, hon."

"I like to think so. Only fitting for a proper lady such as myself, wouldn't you agree?"

"Absolutely. Good taste in more than one way..." You raise your eyebrows a few times over your glass, eliciting a playfully annoyed scoff.

"Always with the innuendo, I swear. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Cashmere's mannerisms have been rubbing off on you."

"I'll let you know if I become an overwhelming asshole with a penchant for backstabbing friends. Then you might have some confirmation."

"You do that and a poison joke will be the least of your concerns, darling."

"I'll keep that in mind," you say as you take a long pull of your wine, refilling both of your glasses afterward. "Speaking of which, I can't help but think this is just the start of a long process, you know? I mean, if Cashmere is so damn insistent on driving us out of b--"

Rarity puts a hoof to your lips and leans in close, the tip of her horn touching your forehead.

"Darling, I'm going to give you some of your own advice here, and tell you to 'just relax'. I love you completely and sincerely, but you do worry about things too much sometimes. Whatever happens, we've got each other. She-who-shall-not-be-named may be able to torment this business, but she can never destroy what we have. Never."

She pulls her hoof away, resting it on your chest instead.

"You're right, baby. I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring it up so much."

"It's quite alright, my dear. Tonight is just for us, so let's enjoy it, hmm?"

"Okay," reply with a warm smile. "That works for me."

"Good, now do be quiet and kiss me."

Rarity sits on your lap and pulls your head into her with a hoof, setting both of your glasses on the side table as you wrap your arms around her and kiss her passionately. You're pleased with the decision to have a little wine first, able to taste the lingering flavors on her lips and tongue. After a very pleasant thirty seconds, she pulls herself back with a deep exhale and smiles.

"Now that we're in a more intimate setting, darling, perhaps we can put that spot on your neck to good use. Along with the rest of that sexy body of yours." She bites her lip and tosses her bouncy, purple curls to the side.

"Still can't believe you did that to me," you laugh, getting Rarity to stick her tongue out in response.

"Payback is only fair. You did it first, after all! I was simply returning the favor."

"Yeah, fair enough. You got me good."

"Don't you forget that, either. Now...I have it on good authority that you may have a bit of a thing for those stockings I wore a little while back. Would my assumptions be correct, darling?"

"They might be..." you give her a wry smile and she hops down from your lap, slowly trotting off around the corner.

"Well then, I think we can accommodate you. Or rather, I can accommodate you. You know what I mean. I'm going to go put them on, and when I come back, I expect to not find a shred of clothing on you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," you reply as you start removing your shirt, "understood very well."

You don't even make it to your bed until one in the morning. The alarm goes off five hours later.

And it was completely worth it.

Chapter Ten: Envy

It's been a long week.

The hours of labor you've put in at work, and the resulting bits, have been mostly tucked away into a secondary coin pouch that you've been keeping perched on the dresser in your guest room. The realization that you're actually going on a date with Rarity has been weighing heavily on your mind, but you've done your best to keep it hidden away from your coworkers or your few friends. Most ponies haven't even accepted you yet; going around and bragging that you intend to be on romantic terms with one is likely to bring nothing but confused stares. Maybe even jealousy. You always have to bite your tongue when you hear it mentioned, but Rarity seems to have the reputation of being one hell of an attractive mare.

Making the others jealous would be kind of fun, now that you think about it.

Your still-working digital watch reads just past six as you glance outside, seeing the setting sun cast its orange glow over the distant Swayback mountains. A multitude of thoughts are racing through your head: Do you look alright? Did she change her mind? What if you don't have enough to pay for everything? What if she doesn't want a second date?

You push your doubts and worries away to the best of your ability and grab your slightly-faded beret, wishing you had something else to wear. Something more formal. Something that doesn't scream 'I almost died in these clothes'. You shrug and grab your coin pouch, having learned quickly that your wallet will do you no good. It's weighed down with quite a few bits, most of it from this week.

With a final once-over in the too-short mirror, you head downstairs to the main library area. Twilight is sitting at a table, a small collection of books spread around with a cup of some sort of drink sitting precariously close to the edge. A record player spins in the corner of the room, a soft piano melody flowing from the over-sized, flower-shaped bell.

Twilight's ears swivel toward you at the sound of your footsteps on the stairs, and she turns to greet you with a smile.

"Oh, hey, how are you? I kind of forgot you were even here, actually."

"Hey, Twilight," you say with a smile of your own. "Busy day?"

"You could say that. I've been reading up on ancient Equestrian history, but there's not much to go on. If I had to guess, I'd say most of the information from the First Age has been lost to time. Probably during one of the territorial wars from the era. Did you know that there was another, older ruler who predates Celestia and Luna by at least several generations?"

"Can't say I did," you reply as you count the coins in your pouch once more. You're sitting on a cool three hundred bits, plus change. Hopefully it's enough...

"Yeah, I wonder who it could have been. There's mention of a powerful Alicorn, or as they were referred to back then, 'Winged Unicorns', but no mention of a name. I tried to ask Princess Celestia once, but I get the feeling she doesn't like to talk about it. Things must have been bad back then, or maybe there was...actually, you probably don't really care, huh?"

"Well...it's not that I don't care, it's just that I have other things on my mind tonight."

"Really? What kind of things? If you don't mind me asking."

"Um, well, it's...I'm kind of...meeting someone. For dinner."

"Oh, well that's nice," she says with a smile. "Where are you headed to?"

"I'm not actually sure yet." No point in trying to hide it. "It's actually more of a...date."

"A date?" Twilight hops down from her seat and walks over to you, inspecting your clothes with a questioning eye. "Well you certainly look okay. I was under the impression that there were no other humans in Equestria."

"There aren't. It's more of a date with a mare."

"A mare?"

"Has anyone ever told you you repeat things a lot?" you ask with a laugh.

"Heh, sorry. It's just surprising, that's all. I didn't think you were into ponies."

"Yeah, funny thing, neither did I. I guess life has a funny way of changing on you, huh?"

"I guess so." A mischievous look crosses her face as she pries further. "So...who's the mystery mare?"

"You're not going to believe it if I tell you."

"Oh come on, I'm sure it's not that big of a deal. Who is it? Oh, is it Carrot Top? I've seen you talk with her before."

"No, no," you answer with a dismissive wave. "The only interaction I've had with her is buying some of her produce."

"Hmmm...Lily? No, Daisy! It's Daisy, isn't it?"

"Not even close. I'll give you a hint: It's someone you know."

"Someone I know..." She taps a hoof to her chin in thought. "Umm...it's not Dash, is it? Please tell me it's not Dash." Twilight nearly knocks you over as she puts a pair of hooves on your chest. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE GETTING YOURSELF INTO!"

"Whoa, relax," you stick your hand out to ease her concerns. Dash? Really? You've only ever met Dash once. The whole 'not having wings' thing probably wouldn't help you much anyway. "It's not Dash! I think she'd be more trouble than I could handle...uh, no offense to Dash. Don't tell her I said that."

"Don't worry, you'd probably be right. So if it's not her..."

"She's a little more rare, if you catch my drift."

No response. Okay, it was a bad pun. You can't really blame her for not getting it. You bounce a non-existent curl at the side of your head and put on your best refined voice.

"Surely you'd recognize her mannerisms, darling."

Twilight's eyes suddenly go wide. Oh yes, she understood that one.

"Rarity?! You're going on a date with Rarity?!"

"That'd be her, yeah" you can feel your face flushing. It's probably noticeable.

"Oh, wow. I don't think she even came to mind when I was considering potential dates! Uh, not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just a little surprising. How did this come about, exactly?"

You tell her about how you took Rarity to the fabric store so she could buy a bunch of (expensive) supplies, and how happy she was with them. You also tell her about how you'd been mulling the decision over for a few weeks now, afraid to actually ask, before finally working up the courage.

"So I take it tonight's the big night, then."

"Mmhmm," you confirm with a nod, "that it is. I'm more than a little nervous, as you can imagine. I feel like some love-struck teenager all over again."

Twilight sits down on her haunches and floats her drink over, taking a long sip of it.

"I guess it makes sense. Rarity's the one you've seen the most, right? Besides me, anyway."

"Yeah, she was at my bedside every day when I was at the hospital. We spent a lot of time talking there. I mean, you know we've been good friends, her and I, but after Celestia failed to get me back home I started rethinking some things. I guess it's just been a slow process of seeing her as someone I could potentially love, you know? If I'm gonna be stuck here for, potentially, the rest of my life, then I should start trying to obtain some degree of normalcy."

Yeah, normalcy. Odd way to put it.

"Erm, as 'normal' as a human dating a pony could be, anyway."

Twilight laughs softly, shaking her head.

"I suppose so. You know you're gonna get a lot of strange looks tonight, don't you?"

"That goes without saying. It's, uh, not really something I can avoid." You rub the back of your neck nervously as you imagine entire crowds of ponies staring your way. You really hope it doesn't make Rarity feel too uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you worry. That was a stupid thing to say."

"Don't worry about it, Twi. I'm used to the stares and sideways glances by now. Mostly, anyway."

Your conversation is interrupted by the sound of small claws clacking against the floor. A few seconds later, Spike appears from a side room carrying a scroll and a pair of books.

"Here ya go, Twilight. This is all we had on pre-unity Second Age stuff." The green and purple baby dragon notices you and sticks his clawed hand out. "Oh, hey! What's going on?"

You grab his small hand in your own, shaking it with a slight grip. Even though he's only thigh-high, he's quite strong for such a little guy.

"Hey yourself, little man. I was just about to head out. What have you been up to?"

"You know, the usual. Twilight's convinced she's going to need all this stuff, so as her 'number one assistant', I'm helping her out." He elbows your knee and speaks just above a whisper. "If you ask me, I think she's just wasting her time on stuff she'll never need."

"Spike! Of course I'm going to need these books, pre-unity Second Age history is a lost art! Star Swirl the Bearded wouldn't have dismissed them!"

"Just don't worry about it too much, Twi. You remember what happened the last time you worried about your studies that hard, don't you?"

"That was different, Spike. I'm not going to throw Ponyville into chaos again."

Wait, what?

"Again?"

"Uhh...it's a long story. Besides, you have things to do!" she says with a nervous laugh, opening the door for you with a burst of purple magic. "Places to go, things to see, ponies to date, all that kind of fun stuff!"

Spike gives you a confused look, unsure of what he just heard.

"Did she say 'ponies to date'?"

"Erm...yeah...that she did."

"A ladies man, huh?" he asks with a laugh. "Who's the lucky lady?"

You decide to just come out and say it, figuring that any hesitation will only make you sound unsure of it.

"Rarity. It's Rarity."

"Really?" A semi-menacing look crosses his face, or as close to menacing as you can get from a baby dragon. It's still kind of adorable. "Don't go thinkin' you can elbow in on my girl," he says as he pokes your knee with a finger claw. Twilight giggles behind him, rubbing a hoof over his head.

"Relax, Casanova. He's an adult, he can do as he pleases."

"Yeah, I guess so...but still, I've got my eye on you."

"Spike, stop being like that. There's another pair of books downstairs that I need you to get, a couple of historical accounts by, um," she puts a hoof over her mouth and coughs out a nonsensical name, then puts on a fake smile.

"...by who now?"

"Oh look, it's getting late, you'd better find those before it's too dark!" Twilight's horn flares with energy and teleports Spike down to the basement, exhaling as she does so.

"Hey!" you hear him shout from downstairs.

"Sorry," she apologizes to you, laughing quietly. "You know how he gets about Rarity. He'll get over it."

"I know, I had a thing for an older girl when I was his age, too. It's just a silly puppy-love kinda thing. Just don't want him hating me for it or anything."

"Nah, Spike's not one to hate anypony. Anyperson. Whatever. Besides, you have a date to look forward to, and I've kept you here too long as is. So, uh...yeah, good luck. Rarity can be a hoof-full sometimes, but she's got a good heart. Just be weary of her dramatics and you'll be okay."

"Don't worry," you reassure her, bending down slightly, "I know full-well what she can be like. It actually grows on you after a while." Mostly. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, I'm gonna need all I can get." You put your arms around her in a hug and she returns the gesture, briefly straightening your beret out with her magic.

"Any time. While I'm certainly surprised at the turn of events, I think you'll do just fine. She really does seem to enjoy being around you, at least from what I've noticed." She frowns at your faded fatigues, the digital camouflage pattern becoming less camouflaged and more 'spreading white spots'. It's all you've had to wear, be it at work or at home. The wear and tear on them is evident.

"You should really ask her to make you some new clothes. Those things aren't gonna last forever."

"Noted. I wouldn't mind some jeans and a shirt again...but yeah, I better get goin'. Have a good night, if I don't see you before you're asleep."

"Thanks. Just try to be yourself out there. If Rarity's found an attraction to you like you say, then she's done so because of who you are when you're with her. So no theatrics, alright?"

"Sure thing. Take care, Twi." You stand back up and walk out the door, closing it behind you.

You take a deep breath, focusing your mind on the night ahead, and start off down the dirt road toward the Carousel Boutique.

==========

You're thankful for the approaching night having a bit of a chill to it -- temperatures have been unusually warm lately. The cool air plays against your face in a soft breeze as the last rays of sunlight peek over the horizon, a perfect night for your impending date.

A date that you still can't believe is really happening. Dating a pony -- even a refined, gorgeous one like Rarity -- is not something that has come to you easily. The first time that you had an inkling of a hint that you'd even consider such a thing in first place, your mind fought against the very notion. 'This is not normal,' the little voice in your head would tell you. 'This goes against everything you've ever learned'. But slowly, ever so slowly, things started to change. You saw Rarity not just as a pony, a creature with four legs that looks nothing like you, but as, well...a person. A person with her own hopes and dreams, her own fears and worries. All of those things seemed very human to you. She may walk on four legs, use magic, and come up to your chest at full height, but still...she's her own woman. Or mare, rather. And she obviously finds something attractive in you as well, or she'd never have agreed to this date in the first place.

It still doesn't do anything to ease the butterflies in your stomach. A first date is a first date, regardless of age...or species. All of the usual questions bounce around in your head as you make your way down Mane Street and turn the corner onto Withers Court.

The unique shape of the Boutique looms ahead of you, down the road.

"Interest you in some fresh flowers?" A mare's voice calls out to you. You turn to see who asked, spotting an off-white earth pony with two-toned red and pink mane and tail.

"Gotta close up shop soon, but everything you see here is still fresh! Had Daisy pick 'em not even an hour ago!"

Now that you think about it, a bouquet of flowers would be a nice gesture. It would definitely win some points with Rarity. You step over and offer the flower pony a smile. She returns it without hesitation -- you're just relieved that she isn't freaking out at the sight of you.

"Some flowers sound good, actually," you tell her as you eye her bundles of every color.

"Good! Oh, hey, I've seen you around before. You're that, um..."

"Human."

"Right. I see you walking to work sometimes. At least, I assume it's work, what with the tool belt and such."

"That's exactly it, actually. I'm sorry, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."

"Roseluck," she points to the single, red rose cutie mark adorning her thigh. "Most ponies just call me Rose, though."

"Nice to meet you, Rose," you extend your hand and she gives you a confused look. Ah, right. No hands means no handshakes. You form your fingers into a fist instead, and she smiles as she bumps her hoof against it.

"I'm actually headed out for a date, and some flowers would be perfect."

"Aaaah, a little romanticism, huh? So what does she like? Maybe I can help you pick something."

"Well, she really likes purple and blue. And pink. And she's kind of high-class...does that help any?"

"Hmmm..." she kicks at the dirt in thought, looking through her collection. "Okay, how about this: We'll go with some pink roses, some blue and purple iris, and some white lilies for contrast. Give me a sec and I can build it for you."

"I'm not sure what those are besides the roses, but yeah, I'm open to it." Your only experience with flowers in the past has been buying expensive bundles online for old girlfriends. Needless to say, it's not your strong point.

"Alright, let's see here..." You watch as she quickly arranges a bouquet, switching the colors around with her hooves and mouth until the entire collection pops with vibrancy. It all takes less than a minute. To say you're impressed would be putting it lightly...

"How does this look? I can wrap 'em up or put them in a vase if you like. Oh! I almost forgot the most important part."

She thrusts the flowers out at you.

"Smell."

You lean in and give the bouquet a deep inhale, pleased at the aroma. They certainly smell fresh, and each kind of flower gives off a different scent.

"Smells beautiful," you say with a smile.

"Thank you! You can imagine how hard it is to avoid eating some of my own product..." It never crossed your mind, actually. But then, you're not a pony. "...or maybe not. Just take my word for it."

"I'll do that," you laugh politely as you break out your coin pouch. "How much for the bouquet?"

"For the roses and the lilies? We'll call it twenty bits. The irises are free. Need to use 'em anyway."

"Well thank you, I appreciate that." You fish out a pair of ten-bit coins and place them on the stall's counter. Rose sweeps the coins into a drawer with a smile and wraps your collection of flowers in a swirling, decorated length of pink tissue paper.

"Thanks for your business, it's very much appreciated!" You take the flowers from her hooves, giving her a nod and a smile of your own. "Oh, and good luck with your date tonight!"

"Thanks, Rose. I'll be sure to come back in the future if I need some flowers. You have a good night now, alright?"

"Sure thing!" she waves as you walk off, flowers tucked under your arm.

The Carousel Boutique looms ahead of you, looking strangely ominous in the fading light. Just your nerves acting up on you. You rehearse what you're going to say to her a few times, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. If Rarity were here, she'd tell you to just be yourself. Easier said than done.

With a final burst of determination you walk to the large, purple door ahead of you, chest puffed out and head held high. You give three quick, loud knocks. A reply comes back a few seconds later, and your bravado instantly turns into first-date jitters.

"I'll be right there! Just a moment!"

Your heart starts pounding faster and you lick your lips nervously, feeling them starting to become dry and cracked even with the cool weather.

"Calm down", you try and tell yourself. It doesn't help much.

The door unlocks with a loud 'clack' and swings inward.

"Oh, hello darling!" Rarity closes her eyes in that adorable way you've always liked and smiles happily. "I was wondering when you were going to show up. Or if you were going to at all. Silly me."

"Wouldn't miss it for anything in the world," you tell her with a warm smile, bending down and pulling the bouquet of flowers from behind your back. "This is for you, madam." Her eyes light up as she sees the flowers.

"Such a gentleman! My, these are simply beautiful! Really, darling, you didn't have to get me flowers!"

"Call me old-fashioned," you reply with a shrug.

"Aren't you just the sweetest thing?" She pulls the flowers up to her nose with a soft chiming of magic, inhaling deeply at the smell. "Oh my, these are wonderful."

You watch as she sniffs them again, delighted that your last-minute idea panned out. You've never met a woman who didn't like flowers. You start to say something -- only to have your train of thought derailed as Rarity lifts the flowers to her mouth and takes a small bite, multi-colored petals sticking out from between her lips as she chews. You find yourself staring with your mouth open.

"Hmm?" she asks innocently.

"Uhh, well, I guess I wasn't really expecting you to, you know...eat them," you laugh nervously. "I probably should have, huh? Pony and all that."

Rarity swallows down her mouthful of petals and blushes with embarrassment.

"I suppose such a thing might be viewed as strange by you, wouldn't it? Oh dear, I do apologize! I meant no disrespect, I assure you!"

"It's alright, Rarity, no harm done. To me, anyway. The flowers might not agree." You chuckle at the bouquet hovering in the air, now missing a small chunk from one side.

"Look at me, feasting on gifts while you stand outside. Please, come in, darling."

The Boutique is mostly dark, all of the lights turned out except for a pair off to the left.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. I'm going to put these in some water so they'll stay fresh."

"So you can eat them later?" you ask with a laugh.

"But of course! Unless you'd prefer me not to, that is."

"Hey, they're for you. You do what you like with 'em."

"Fabulous! I shall be right back."

You take a seat on the large, red couch around the corner, shaking your head at the unexpected occurrence. Of course she'd eat the flowers. They're vegetarians! That's one memory you're never going to forget, for sure.

The room is impeccably well-kept, as you'd have expected from someone like her. Her normally crowded work space now stands devoid of ponnequins, with the exception of a single, taller one draped in a blue cloth. Probably for an important client, you'd guess.

"There, that's better," Rarity says as she trots toward where you're seated. Her small, orange work glasses are perched on her nose. "You know, darling, you could really do with a new outfit. That faded camouflage is simply unbecoming of you."

"Yeah, I know...it's all I have, though. I hope that's okay. I really wanted to wear something nicer, but...yeah."

"It's funny you should say that..." She leaves the sentence hanging in the air as the steps over to the covered ponnequin in front of you. "...because I just may have been working on something for you. Something to replace that well-worn outfit you've been wearing for the last two months."

"You have?" You sit up straighter and lean forward, wondering if the covered design is actually something for you.

"Indeed! Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in, say...this?"

She yanks the concealing cloth down with her teeth, revealing a full-sized mannequin wearing a tuxedo.

"Oh...oh wow...I'm not sure what to say..." Even from just looking at it, you can tell that it's masterfully made.

"No need to say anything until you try it on, darling!" She floats the suit over, a matching set of black pants with a belt, a jacket, a light blue dress shirt, and a black tie. There's even a pair of shiny, black dress shoes with black socks. The ensemble lands in your outstretched arms and you marvel at the unexpected gift.

"I shall take my leave to slip into something more fitting for tonight's occasion. In the mean time, why don't you get dressed? Obviously it's not going to be a perfect fit, as I haven't had the chance to take any measurements, but it should suit you just fine for now. Any alterations can be always be made later." Rarity trots off while humming a happy tune, calling out as she reaches the stairs.

"I hope everything is satisfactory, darling! I'll return shortly."

You quickly get out of your old fatigues, boots and beret. Just the thought of having something new to wear is amazing. To your surprise, everything seems to fit almost perfectly. The shirt is just slightly too big and the pants are an inch too long, but it's a small matter. Rarity managed to create an entire, formal suit with just skill and guesswork. It's very impressive.

You notice that the cufflinks on your wrists are small, blue gems cut into Rarity's cutie mark shape. A calling card, you'd guess. The same shape is engraved into your small, silver belt buckle. You let out a long, low whistle as you step over to a mirror, examining your reflection. You look sharp, no doubt about it.

"Generosity," you say to yourself with a disbelieving laugh. "Yeah, that's for damn sure."

Rarity comes back down just as you finish inspecting yourself. She's applied her blue eyeshadow, as you'd expected, but what you didn't expect was what she's wearing: A high-cut, dark purple dress with swirling black and gold accents. 'Eye-catching' isn't the word. It doesn't even begin to describe it.

It's a nice change of pace from the gaudy affairs you usually see her dressed in for special events. It's so good-looking, in fact, that you completely fail to realize your mouth is hanging open.

"I take it you approve of this little ensemble, hmm?" she asks with a smile, hiding a laugh behind her hoof.

"You could say that, yeah. You look...beautiful. Wow."

"Well thank you, darling! Oh, it's really nothing special. Just something I threw together over a few days with some extra materials."

"You just 'threw that together'? Come on..."

"Honestly! It's not as ornate or multi-layered as I usually try to make my dresses, but it will do for tonight."

"I think it looks great on you. Oh, and my suit..." You mess with your tie, trying to get it feeling right. You always did have trouble with ties.

"Now hold still, darling, I need to get a feel for how it fits." She floats her work glasses over and walks around you slowly, occasionally feeling along your leg or thigh or waist, trying to figure out what needs work and what doesn't. You really can't complain about Rarity putting her hooves all over you -- you'd let her do it regardless.

"Hmmm...the hem could be moved up just a tad on your pants, and your shirt is about half a size too large...but other than that, I think I chose quite well, don't you?"

"Definitely. I'm impressed, to be quite honest. You made all of this just by eye?"

"Indeed I did! When one has been dealing with measurements as long as I have, it's inevitable that such things become second nature. Even if you're not a pony," she adds with a refined giggle. "Do you like it? I know you bought me all of those materials out of the goodness of your heart, but I just had to do something in return, you see. And since we'd already scheduled our little rendezvous tonight, I thought something formal would do nicely. In fact, the silk that lines your jacket is the same royal purple that you bought for me!"

You lift one side of your jacket and rub it between your fingers, just now realizing that the liner isn't black, but a dark purple. It feels very nice, too. She definitely knows what she's doing.

"I don't think 'like' is a strong enough word. I'm gonna sleep in this suit, I swear! Thank you so much, Rarity. This means a lot to me. Really."

She stands up on her hind legs and rests her hooves on your chest, a wide grin on her face.

"If anyone has deserved a gift, darling, it's you. The fact that you even worked up the courage to announce your feelings to me says a lot about who you are. Besides what I'd known of you before that, anyway. I think our night is off to quite the successful start, wouldn't you say?"

"Without a doubt," you respond. You wrap your arms around her in a hug and give her your warmest, most sincere smile. Those big, blue eyes stare back at you, and you wish you could give her a kiss...but that might be pushing things too quickly. Regretfully, you let her go and brush your jacket off.

"So, where'd you pick for dinner tonight? Somewhere nice?"

"Not just a nice place, but the nicest place I think we could afford. Have you ever heard of Chez Gourmet Gaston? In Manehattan?"

"Can't say I have, but if it's in Manehattan it's gotta be a classy place. Hopefully they don't charge me an arm and a leg to eat there, though."

She gives a dismissive hoof-wave at the idea.

"I said 'nice', darling. Not 'rich'. I assure you, the prices are quite reasonable."

"Fair enough. Reservations are made, I take it?"

"But of course! I wasn't sure when you'd be showing up so I just made them for nine o'clock, if that's alright. That gives us plenty of time to get to Manehattan and perhaps do a little sightseeing before dinner. What do you think?"

"Sounds good." You offer your arm, palm open, and bend at the waist dramatically. "Shall we be on our way, madame Rarity?"

"Why, that would be simply fabulous, good sir," she replies with a giggle. "Just promise me you won't speak like that the entire time."

"No guarantees," you joke, stopping momentarily so she can flick off the lights with a brief burst of blue magic.

"Right then. Let's be on our way, darling! The night is young and so are we."

==========

As it turns out, pegasus taxi is not your favorite method of transportation. Maybe if the wagon had, oh, an enclosed front half, or wasn't supported entirely by a single pegasus of questionable aptitude. You spent the entire ride white-knuckled, holding onto your seat for dear life. Rarity found it amusing, but then, she's used to it. Didn't help that the seat belts were made for ponies, and thus only fit you if you squeezed your legs into them, leaving you awkwardly hunched over. In the future, you told yourself, you're only going to take ground taxis if at all possible. At least then you won't have the specter of a thousand-foot fall hanging over you the entire time.

The flight took just over an hour -- Manehattan is further away than you'd realized. The taxi ride itself cost you nearly sixty bits! You're just happy to be on the ground again.

"Really, darling, it wasn't that bad! It's just something you have to get used to." Rarity places a hoof against your waist as the taxi takes off with another set of passengers, leaving you mercifully behind. Street lanterns light up the area around you with a dim, orange glow. The tall silhouettes of Manehattan skyscrapers loom over you, dotted with lit-up windows. The amount of ponies in the area is astounding -- more than you've ever seen in one place before.

"Easy for you to say," you reply as you straighten your tie and put your jacket back on, having taken it off during the flight as nervous sweat built up on your body despite the cooler air at altitude. "You take this kind of thing all the time. Me? I'm just thankful I didn't plummet to my death."

Rarity scoffs at your complaint with a roll of her eyes.

"Always the worrier, I swear. You do realize we have to take one on the way back, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know. Trying not to think about it."

"It's alright, darling. Mommy will hold your hand so you don't get scared." She laughs quietly and pokes your thigh.

Manehattan very much reminds you of the Manhattan you knew in your old life -- well, knew from TV and movies, anyway. You'd never actually visited the place, but still, it had to be similar. Odd how they share the same name, just one letter off. It's something you've come to expect from Equestria.

"I didn't know ponies were so...industrious. I think that's the word."

"It is quite impressive, isn't it? I haven't been to Manehattan in nearly a year! It's quite nice to be back, I'd forgotten how...alive...the city feels. I still prefer the peace and solitude of Ponyville, of course, but there's a certain charm to Manehattan that I can't quite put my hoof on. Just wait until you see Canterlot! Perhaps we'll get to visit there some time, hmmm?"

"Does it involve a pegasus taxi?"

"Oh come now, darling. We'll break you of your fear eventually. Failing that, we can always tie you to the roof."

"I'm not really one for being tied down," you joke, hoping the double entendre isn't lost on her. Or that she doesn't take it the wrong way. Maybe that was a dumb thing to say.

"Oh I don't know, I think being tied down could be quite exciting..." She gives you a wry smile and swishes her long, curled tail. She laughs that refined laugh you've heard so often, and it makes you feel much better. It also gets your mind working, imagining some inventive new uses for those long lengths of silk she has around the shop...

"Now settle down, darling. Such a thing is not proper conversation for a first date. At least, not yet. Buy me a few glasses of wine and I may reconsider it." She sure is a tease. At least it means she's comfortable with being frank with you. That's a start!

"So," you force back the impending fantasies, "we've got an hour until our reservations, right? If there's a line we may want to give ourselves a good twenty minutes just in case."

"I believe that's a sound idea, yes. What would you like to see? There's the art district, and the Celestial Unity building, and--"

"What was that second one? The Celestia something?"

"Celestial Unity building. It's the tallest building in Manehattan, and a simply marvelous view from the top. Gated, of course, so you needn't worry about falling," she adds with a giggle.

"That sounds cool. I guess it would be like the Empire State Building or something."

"The what now?"

"Oh, nothing. Just something from where I come from. Tall building."

"Ah, I see. Yes, I suppose it would be. If we make haste we can get to the top and have a good ten minutes to spend up there before we have to head back down. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great," you reply.

She smiles at you and puts a hoof around your waist, walking alongside you as you pass through the throngs of ponies trotting down the cobblestone streets. It's certainly a very nice place, but you can't help but feel like you're the center of attention. If the fact that you're a foot taller than most ponies wasn't enough to draw attention to you, the glamorous mare at your side sure is. You're met with your fair share of awkward looks and envious eyes. Rarity obviously notices, glancing up at you occasionally with a reassuring smile. Her eyes, though, betray a sense of compassionate worry for you. You don't mind the strange looks so much these days -- you've become used to it, and as far as you're concerned, they can shove their judgmental stares up their asses. Rarity, though...you feel bad for her. She's someone with a reputation to uphold, and being seen with you in the busiest place you've ever been to can't be a good thing for her. More than the stares, it's the thought of making her uncomfortable that bothers you.

"What the hell is that guy supposed to be?" you hear a stallion ask someone as you pass by. Well, at least they can tell you're a man. That's...a start.

"Is he with a pony? I swear I've seen that unicorn somewhere before." Another pony asks her friend. You feel like shrinking down until you're invisible...at least then you wouldn't have to put Rarity in this situation. Maybe Manehattan was a bad idea.

"Hey, Rarity?" you ask her quietly.

"Yes?"

"Umm...maybe the Celestial whatever isn't the best idea...we can just wait near the restaurant or something."

Rarity gives you a concerned look and pulls you aside, into the lobby of a large hotel. You round the corner toward some red, elegant chairs set out as part of a social room. Rarity motions you to a seat, which you regretfully take. She takes the one next to you, moving it closer so she can be right next to you. You don't say anything for a time, simply staring down at the floor and bouncing your leg nervously.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"I don't know," you reply honestly. "I knew we'd stand out, but actually being here kind of seems harder than I thought it'd be. It's not the looks that I'm getting, I'm used to that by now. Mostly. It's...well, I know you're a mare with a reputation to keep, and if everyone's looking at me then they're also going to be looking at you..."

"You're concerned for me?" Her voice is heavy with concern, bordering on surprise.

"Well yeah, I mean you're well-known, or you're trying to be. I feel like I'm causing you to....I don't know. What are they gonna say when they figure out who you are?" You lean back in your chair and exhale sharply. "So much for being the confident alpha-male and shit. I must look pathetic right now."

Rarity's demeanor becomes very serious, and she grabs your face between her hooves and looks into your eyes.

"I want you to listen to me, darling. Do you understand?"

You nod slowly.

"Good. All of these ponies here? I don't care about them. If each and every one of them walked into my shop tomorrow, I would not recognize a single one of them. I am here, tonight, with you. Not them, you. I am here with you because I've seen the man that you are deep down, and I think he's wonderful. When you asked me out last week, I was overjoyed at the prospect of getting to know more about you. Do you know I watched you walk off after I'd shut the door? You were positively beaming with joy! That is the man I want to see tonight, the one who looked like he was walking on clouds. Okay?"

"Yeah," you say in reply, still feeling like you've failed yourself. "I understand." It's been a long time since you were on a first date, but you're pretty sure moping isn't very attractive. Then again, you've never been in a situation like this.

"And furthermore, I do not care a single bit's worth about what they think of me. When will I ever see them again? I guarantee you they've already forgotten about us. If they don't like it, if they don't care for you or me, then they can stuff it in their saddle bags! Now," she straightens your tie out with a flaring of magic, "if we want to get up to that observation level before we're late, we should really get going. And please, don't fret it, darling. We all have our moments of self-doubt, it's what makes us, ah...well, I would say 'equine' but I suppose that doesn't apply to you, now does it?"

"Not really, no," you reply with a soft laugh. Rarity's little pep-talk has at least calmed your nerves a bit.

"There, you see? Feeling better already. Miss Rarity knows what she's talking about."

"I'm sorry," you say with a shake of your head, "I feel like an idiot for acting like that. You're right, it's our night, not theirs. If they want to be jealous of the glamorous girl at my side, then let 'em be jealous."

"Precisely, dear. You're with the mare of your dreams, or so I've heard. Try not to focus on the negatives. It's quite unbecoming of you. Doesn't match your suit in the least!"

"Thanks, Rarity. I appreciate it. Guess I just needed a bit of a confidence boost, huh?"

"I suppose you did. It happens to be the best of us, no need to dwell on it! Let's 'get a move on', as Applejack would say."

You put your arms around her and squeeze her against you, resting your head on her shoulder. The scent of lavender from her mane is oddly calming, and you wonder if she always smells this nice. You feel her run a hoof through your short hair, wishing you could stay like this with her all night.

"Come now, darling. We've still got a ways to go."

You help her down from the chair and resume your place at her side, leaving the lobby behind you. A renewed sense of calm overcomes you, and you look down at the unicorn at your side with a warm smile.

'This night is for us' you repeat to yourself. It's a good feeling.

==========

"Mornin', Pipe." You don your yellow hard hat and recheck your tool belt, making sure everything is in its place.

"Hey! Mornin', pal. Another day, huh?" The brown earth pony dons his own gear, including an orange and black safety vest. It even has his name stitched over a pocket -- no doubt courtesy of his wife.

"Yeah, another day," you say with a deep yawn. Five hours of sleep is not conducive to witty banter.

"Somethin' wrong? You sound like you slept on a bed of nails."

"Huh? Oh, nah, I'm fine. Just tired. Only got a few hours of sleep last night, but I'll be alright."

"Trouble sleepin' or somethin'? It happens."

"Heh, not really. More like I spent several hours with with Rarity last night..."

"Oh. Ooooooh. I see. Heh heh." Pipe Wrench nudges you with his elbow. "If you're gonna lose sleep, might as well do it the right way, huh?"

"Definitely," you reply with a laugh of your own, nonchalantly adding, "Yeah, I'd say I chose my future wife pretty well."

He perks up at the word and gives you a questioning look. You definitely have his attention.

"Did you say 'future wife'? As in, marriage wife?"

"That I did."

"Well shit! That's great, pal! When's the weddin'?"

"Umm...I haven't actually proposed to her yet. The engagement necklace is still being worked on, probably will be for some time. You should see it, it's gonna be damn awesome. Expensive, but awesome."

"Oh. Still, that's pretty great, huh? Now you'll get to be a married schmuck like me! Remember," he leans in and puts a hoof to his mouth, barely above a whisper, "the answer is always 'Yes, dear. Whatever you say, dear'. Ha ha!"

"Yeah, thanks, I'll remember that next time I want to turn in my man card."

"Hey, I'm just sayin'. So how ya been, bud? Haven't seen ya in, oh...a week now, I think it was?" Working without Pipe Wrench around has been tedious at best. His skills at organization are really second to none, especially after the debacle that temporary pegasus foreman was responsible for. Things have moved much slower since he's been gone.

"I've been alright. Where did you take off to, anyway? Wasn't the same without your pretty face here every morning."

"Shit, you say that like you mean it. You should tell the missus about that, she'd get a good laugh! I swear, married my mother in Dazzle's clothing. Wouldn't be the same without her. But yeah, Dazzle and I took off to see her parents for a week up in New Olneigh. Her mother's a sweet heart, but her father is kind of a prick. Always has been. I dunno, maybe our personalities just clash," he shrugs. "Still, managed to get through the week without jumpin' on him and poundin' his face in, so, you know, that's always good!"

"It's the small victories that matter," you laugh, imagining Pipe's big frame throwing himself on top of some douchebag stallion. You certainly wouldn't want to get in a fight with him.

"That's what I always say."

"It was a complete mess without you here, man. Some asshole pegasus foreman kept screwing up and misreading the blueprints. Would you believe we had to reset that outer wall three times? God damn."

"Yeah, so I heard," Pipe says with a nod, chewing on his lip. As long as you've known him he's been a pretty relaxed kinda guy, but he takes his work very seriously. No doubt he had some choice words for the temporary replacement.

"Well don't you worry 'bout that no more, pal. Ol' Pipe Wrench is here to fix his fuck-ups. After the verbal beat-down I gave him yesterday he ain't gonna be workin' for this company any time soon."

"Good to hear." You slap your hard hat to make sure it's snug, and grab the head of your hammer. "Let's get started, huh?"

"Might as well." Pipe lifts a whistle that's dangling around his neck and gives a sharp, shrill blow. "LISTEN UP, YA GREASEBALLS!" The other ponies stop what they're doing -- a good work force of ten others today -- and start gathering round. You greet the ones you know, nodding to the ones you've never seen.

"Oh shit, Pipe's back!" one of them exclaims.

"Ya damn right I'm back, Hacksaw! And don't ya forget it, neither! If you had two brain cells to rub together you'd be dangerous."

"Love ya too, honey," Hacksaw calls back.

Pipe laughs and looks over the work roster, going over his usual early-morning checklist.

"Alright...looks like twelve of us in total today. That's good. We should be able to fix that asshole's wall and complete most of the insulation and plumbing for this side of the complex. Don't worry about the other half of the buildings we're puttin' up, those can wait until after we're fully finished with these ones. If the contractors don't like it, they can kiss my bulbous ass."

"Good thing you've got ass enough for all of us, Pipe!"

"Yeah you'd know all about my ass, wouldn't you, Dead Lift? I've seen ya lookin' at me with those bedroom eyes, ya prick."

The gathered ponies laugh at the back-and-forth banter. Working for Pipe Wrench has always been a better job than anything you've had in the past, even if it involves a lot of hard labor. Working with guys you know makes the work go faster, and Pipe always treats his employees fairly. He encourages pranks and jokes; it helps relieve the stress inherent with the job. It's worked so far.

"We have a couple new guys today. Who's, uh...Slate and Quick Fix?"

Two of the ponies raise their hooves, white hard hats on their heads.

"Which one's which?"

"I'm Slate," the first -- a grey pegasus with maroon eyes and a matching mane and short-cropped tail -- responds.

"Quick Fix" the other answers, a white earth pony with amber eyes and a brown tail answers. You're surprised at his coloring; most earth ponies have muted or earthy colors, but he's bright white, like you've only ever seen in unicorns.

"Alright, nice to meet ya guys. I'm Pipe Wrench, I run this place. That means don't give me any guff and we'll get along just fine, as my regular guys can attest to. Where'd you two transfer in from?"

"Stalliongrad, sir," they answer in unison. Pipe raises his eyebrows at their response.

"You two brothers or somethin'?"

The two new ponies look at each other with confused looks.

"No sir, we are not of relations," Quick Fix answers.

"Huh. Well, couple of quick rules before we get started. One: Do what you're told, when you're told. We run a tight ship up here, and we're expected to get shit done." They nod to show they understand. "Two: Pay attention to what you're doing. We ain't workin' on any skyscrapers or nothin' like that here in Ponyville, but that don't matter. If you don't pay attention, then you could end up hurting yourselves or somepony else. And if you drop a steel beam on my head, I swear to Celestia I will haunt your dumb asses for the rest of your lives. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Three: Don't call me 'sir'. I work for a living, damnit. Just call me Pipe, everypony else does!"

Pipe stares down at the duty roster again, making sure he didn't miss anything.

"Oh, nearly forgot. You new guys are probably askin' yourselves who this weird-lookin' guy is standing next to me. He just so happens to be Equestria's only human, and I expect you to show him the same respect you would me. Got it? Don't give him any shit because of how he looks. He's a good, hard worker. He may not be able to fly or use magic, but none'a us earth ponies can do that weird shit anyways. He's good for lifting loads that might be too heavy for some'a you guys, and he's got a useful height advantage. So don't hesitate to ask him for help, alright? He's been here for a good while, he'll do right by ya."

You tip your hard hat to the two new ponies and they nod in response. It's always hard to judge new workers -- some of them get along with you fine, some of them seem to have something against anything that isn't a pony. Or, hell, isn't their exact breed of pony. They come and go, though. The good ones stick around.

"Any questions?" Pipe asks. No one raises a hoof. Good, maybe they paid attention. "Alright. You should know your positions for today. If you're not sure, it's tacked up on the announcement board near the office shack. Work smart, work safe, and work hard. That's all I got, get ta work!"

The gathered ponies walk off to their assigned duties, talking amongst themselves. Pipe folds his checklist and tucks it into a large table covered in blueprints and schematics.

"Never get tired of hearing that speech," you tell him with a laugh.

"Yeah, it serves its purpose. You gotta be blunt with some ponies, or it'll just bounce off their thick skulls. Luna knows we get enough that crap as is, huh?"

"No kidding. Anything special you need me to do, or should I just join up with one of the groups?"

"Hmm...you mind helpin' out the new guys? You've been here long enough to show 'em the ropes. They should be teamed up with Long Haul, if I'm remembering the roster right."

"Sure thing. Lemme know if you need anything."

"You know it, pal. Try not to be too hard on 'em, huh? Ha ha!" He sticks his hoof out and you bump it with your fist.

You walk off to the the gathered group, the three of them discussing and gesturing toward the half-finished building in front of them.

"Hey, how ya doin', guys?" you tip your hat at the newcomers.

"Doin' alright," Quick Fix answers. "Never seen anypony like you before. What'd Pipe Wrench say you were? A humen?"

"Human," you correct him with a laugh. "Close enough. Yeah, been here just under a year and a half now. But, hey, this isn't about me. We've got a job to do. Pipe wants me to make sure you guys get familiar with things around here, so feel free to ask if you've got questions, alright? I'm a pretty easy-going guy."

The grey pegasus -- Slate, was his name -- doesn't say anything, simply eying you instead. You can't help but pick up a strange feeling from him, but you shake it off. You've dealt with his kind before.

"Slate, right? Somethin' up?"

"No, nothing." He answers flatly. "We came here to work, right? Not circle-jerk about our feelings." Yep, definitely a douchebag.

"That we did. Just try to relax a bit, will ya? It'll help you focus."

"I can focus just fine." Wow, what an ass.

"Whatever you say, man. Anyway, we haven't got all day. Let's get going on this outer wall so we can move on to the more important stuff."

Despite his coarse demeanor, Slate proves to be a good worker. Between the four of you, you manage to get the old, improperly-placed wall down within half an hour. It takes another hour and a half to rebuild it in the proper place, but you'd expected as much. Long Haul and Quick Fix turn out to be pretty chatty with each other, when appropriate. Turns out Quick Fix only recently got into construction after working for some asshole in a Manehattan restaurant for six years. His ability to identify the small details that most others would miss has apparently served him well in his new career.

Slate, though, hasn't said much in the way of anything. You're still not sure what his deal is. He's been kind of a smart-ass all morning, but at least he's managed to get his work done.

"So what's your story, Slate?"

"Don't have one," he replies flatly.

"Aw, come on, everyone's got something interesting about 'em, right? What'd you do at your past job?"

"Work."

"Don't be like that, we're all workin' the same place here. You must have something interesting to talk about."

"Look," he flaps over to you and hovers at eye level. "You might have guessed it by now, but I'm not much of a talker. Understand? Now let me do my job."

He flies off and pulls a tape measure out of his tool belt, securing one end in place before pulling it the rest of the way with his teeth.

"Yeah..fine."

Two more hours pass, and your stomach is growling non-stop. It's getting close to lunch time, and you're eager to see what Rarity packed for you today. Whatever it is, you're starving.

"Alright guys, let's just get these last pieces of rebar in place and we can break for lunch. I don't know about you, but I'm fuckin' hungry."

"You can shay tha again," Long Haul replies with a length of iron rebar clenched between his teeth.

"You're always hungry, Haul." You knock him on the helmet as you pass him.

"Sho? You shay tha like--ptoo!-- like it's a bad thing! Ugh, I'll never get used to the taste of iron."

You notice slate flying a dozen feet or so above you, a batch of rebar cradled between his forelegs. He's struggling to stay airborne, dipping down a few feet before flapping back up again.

"Hey, you alright with that load, Slate? Looks kinda heavy."

"I'm fine," he replies with an edge of annoyance.

"Alright, just be careful with it."

"I said I'm fine!"

Long Haul gives you a look, gesturing up to the stubborn pegasus.

"That guy's about as sharp as a bowling ball."

You shrug in response, not really wanting to talk crap about a coworker...even if he deserves it.

"He might be kinda bull-headed but he's been getting his work done. That's all we can ask."

"Yeah, I guess. Still, I wish he would lighten up a bit. Feels like he's bringing everypony else down, you know? Maybe we can--HOLY FUCK!"

A half-dozen, three-foot-long lengths of iron rebar suddenly crash to the ground just to the side of you. One of them bounces off the pile already lying on the dirt and flips end over end, smashing into your helmet with a loud 'thwack!'

The blow momentarily knocks you off your feet, sending you crashing face-first into the dirt, your vision blurred and your mind dazed.

"Shit!" you distantly hear Long Haul yell out. "Hey, you alright, buddy? You still with us?"

"Ughhhh, fuck..." is all you can manage to say. "Fuck, my head!"

"Hey, don't move, I'm gonna go get Pipe, okay? Hey, Fix, come with me!" You hear the two of them run off, leaving you to your thoughts. You move your hands up over your face and under your helmet, pulling them back and staring at them to check for any blood. There's a small stream of it down a few of your fingers, but it could have been a lot worse. Good thing you were wearing your helmet.

"Ugh, what the hell happened? Slate? Slate, you here? Hey, say somethin', man."

The grey pegasus lands beside you.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"What happened? I told you it was too heavy for you to lift, didn't I?" You lift your helmet from your head and sit up slowly, a wave of nausea rushing through you. You fight it off, but just barely. The helmet that saved your life has a huge hole in the side of it.

"Yeah, sorry." He doesn't sound very sincere.

"Whatever, man. It happens. Help me get up, won't you?" You reach your hand out, but he doesn't move. "Come on, don't leave me hangin' here. Help me up." He simply stares at you. There's something in his eyes that you don't like. They seem...distant. You've seen that look before. All of your body's threat indicators start throwing up red flags; there's something to him that's about to get very unpleasant.

"I know who you are," he finally answers.

"And who might that be?" you inquire, involuntarily narrowing your eyes slightly. This is not good. He's going to say or do something real stupid, and soon.

"You're that asshole who thinks he can march into Ponyville and start fucking everything he sees. Am I right?"

You figure it's best to try and disarm him before he even starts. Maybe you can just talk him down from his proverbial high-horse.

"Me? No, I'm just a guy who ended up here due to circumstances beyond his control. I don't know what you think I've done, but I can assure I am not 'fucking everything I see'."

"Bullshit!" he yells, taking a threatening step closer. One more step, your years of training start telling you. One more step and you're going to regret it.

"I know perfectly well what you've been up to. You're prancing around with that unicorn whore! Have been for a long time now! What, did she run out of real stallions?"

Every urge in your body is screaming at you to sock him right in his god damned jaw, but you resist. Physical violence would only end up with one of you getting hurt -- or more hurt, in your case. The last thing you need is to explain to Rarity that you ended up in the hospital again, but this time because you couldn't keep your cool.

"Look, Slate, I don't know what you've got against Rarity, but whatever it is, it sounds like you really need to let it go. Yes, I'm in a relationship with her. I really don't see how it's any of your concern. What's your deal, man? Did I do something I'm not aware of?"

"Fuck you! You wanna know what my 'deal' is? Fine. About a year and a half ago, I was talking to a beautiful, white unicorn with a purple mane nearly every day. Sound familiar?"

You don't say anything, letting him continue.

"I'd been trying to get her to notice me for months. MONTHS! And then what happens? You literally pop into her fuckin' life one day, and she stops talking to me! No contact, not even a 'hi, how are you'. NOTHING."

You don't recall Rarity mentioning a pegasus boyfriend, or a pegasus stallion at all, much less around the time you showed up in Equestria. You get the feeling the attraction was one-sided.

"So...what?" You ask. "This ridiculous jealousy means it's okay for you to flip a god damned metal shaft into my head? Man, I have had it with jealousy. It's bad enough that Rarity -- who is way better than you deserve, by the way -- has to deal with some old friend who hates her guts now over some misguided jealousy crap, but now I gotta deal with your dumb ass trying to off me? Really?!"

Haul and Fix return with Pipe Wrench in tow. He stops and looks around at the mess, mouth agape, before rushing over to you and looking you over.

"Shit! You alright, pal?!"

"Mostly, yeah." You glance up at Slate and flip him off, relatively sure that he won't understand the gesture itself, but he'll likely get the meaning of it from your demeanor.

"Well, it looks like you can move your head and neck just fine, so that's good." His hooves grasp either side of your head as he turns it gently, checking for any sort of severe damage.

"Looks like the rebar nicked your head pretty good. You were wearin' a helmet, right?"

You lift the yellow safety hat from your side, showing him the thumb-sized hole in the side of it. He lets out a low whistle as she inspects the damage.

"That hole woulda been in ya head, pal. You feelin' okay?"

"I'll live," you grumble.

"Hey, Haul, go grab me that first aid kit, will ya?"

Long Haul trots off as Pipe shakes his head at you.

"I swear, buddy, you're gonna send me to an early grave one'a these days."

"Sorry," you laugh, tossing your helmet to the side.

"The hell happened, anyway?"

"Slate here thought it would be a great idea to lift half his own body weight in iron rebar. While flying. I told him it was too heavy, but his stubborn ass wouldn't listen. Ended up dropping them all into a pile. One of 'em smacked me right in the head."

Pipe looks over at Slate with a look that could shoot daggers.

"I didn't drop that shit on purpose," Slate says, almost sounding apologetic. Almost. "I was just carrying more than I should have. Just so happened that you were close by when it happened."

"We had some words while Fix and Haul were getting you. Turns out Slate is some kind of crazy-obsessive, jealous prick. Apparently he thought Rarity was supposed to be his." You laugh bitterly at the idea. You can't even imagine Rarity with someone like him. "Like I said, jealous prick."

"The hell is he talkin' about, Slate? You got somethin' against my buddy here?"

He lets out a short, humorless laugh.

"You know, maybe you did me a favor. If she's resorted to fuckin' your pathetic ass, then that means she's already gone through all of Ponyville in the process."

"Go fuck yourself, Slate," you spit out, wiping the trickling blood from the side of your head. "She sure as hell ain't fuckin' you, is she?"

"Hey, hey, come on," Pipe steps between the two of you. "You," he shoves a hoof into Slate's chest, "are done here. You understand me? The hell were you thinking, carrying that much weight? What did I just say this morning?! I'm gonna make sure every other construction company I can get my hooves on knows about you. Now, I'm not gonna beat your ass like I want to -- and believe me, I really want to. But if you don't shut that mouth of yours right this instant, if you utter a single word about Miss Rarity, then Celestia help me, I am going to destroy you. Do I make myself perfectly clear, asshole?"

"Crystal", the pegasus sneers. Slate takes off into the air with a burst of speed, tossing his white helmet at a wall as he flies off.

"Fuckin' prick," Pipe Wrench swears, taking the first aid kit from Fix. "Some ponies, I swear.Let's just...hmm. I'm not really sure what to do with that head injury..."

"I-I think I can help," Fix adds, taking the first aid kit from Pipe's hooves. "He's got a gash just above his ear. Gonna need to clean and disinfect it, probably require a few stitches, too. Wound doesn't go too deep so you shouldn't have to worry about a concussion, but it's gonna swell up for a day or two."

Pipe gives him an impressed look.

"Yeah, I was a part-time doctor's aide for a few months. Forgot to mention that."

"Well I'll be damned," Pipe adds with a laugh. "Sounds like you're in good hooves, buddy."

"Yeah, no problem," Fix says as he pours peroxide over your wound. You have to grit your teeth against the burning sensation, but passes in a few seconds. "Looks like I'll have to do a few stitches after all. You okay with that?"

"Go ahead," you reply with a dismissive wave. You've always hated medical stuff, even something as simple as stitches. You decide to not even look in his direction as he threads the small needle, lest you see just how 'small' it really is.

"Alright, this isn't gonna be very pleasant, but you'll thank me after it's done."

"I'm sorry, pal." Pipe says, clopping a hoof against your arm.

"Sorry for what?"

"For Slate. I should have checked him out before letting him join up with us. I knew there was somethin' off about that guy."

"Don't worry about it, Pipe. It's over and done with, I'm still alive, and now I have a sexy scar to show off to Rarity." You feel the needle slide into your skin and you grimace at the sensation, doing your best to not focus on it.

"Always look on -- oww -- the bright side of life..."

"No kiddin'. Can't believe that guy. He was bein' like that because of Rarity? Unbelievable."

"Yeah, tell me about it. Hey, at least I don't feel hungry any more," you chuckle.

"Hey, I tell ya what, pal. Why don't you go home for the day, huh? I don't wanna put you right back to work with a fresh head wound. Don't worry about the pay, I'll make sure you get just as much as you would if you were workin' the rest of ya shift. How does that sound?"

"That sounds pretty damn good, Pipe. Thanks."

"No problem. Least I can do. Soon as Fix here finishes up, you're free to go. Go home and relax for a while, okay? That's an order."

"Yes, sir," you reply with a salute.

"Good. You take care of yourself, and I'll see you back here tomorrow. With a new worker. One who isn't a complete dick, heheh."

It only takes a few minutes for Quick Fix to finish the stitches, snipping off the end with a warning about keeping your head away from anything that could potentially reopen it. You can feel the wound starting to swell up, but you don't care. Right now, you just want to go home, curl up in bed, and sleep. Preferably with Rarity at your side.

...and maybe after a sandwich.

==========

The Boutique is still open for business as you walk in the door, stepping aside to let a mare carrying an elegant dress over her back pass by you. The store itself is relatively quiet, only a pair of customers milling about. Rarity is talking to one of them, her work glasses perched on her nose. Probably discussing the details of a custom order, you'd guess.

You're a little surprised to see Fluttershy occupying the register counter, making small talk with the other customer who is happily trying on different styles of hats.

You remove your tool belt and sling it over your shoulder, waiting for Rarity to finish with her customer. You don't have to wait long, fortunately. The stallion trots off, leaving Rarity to look over a sheet of paper, a pencil floating in the air just above it.

"Hey, baby," you say to her, causing her to look up at the sound of your voice. She drops the pencil and paper as she notices you, her eyes going wide with shock.

"Oh Celestia! What happened to you?!" Rarity runs over and frantically looks you over, holding a hoof to her mouth as she sees the blood down the left side of your collar. "Oh no, oh no, oh no! Are you alright, darling?!"

"I'm okay," you reassure her, bending down as she throws her forelegs around you.

"What happened?! I wasn't expecting you home for several more hours! Something must have happened to you! Oh, you look terrible! Goodness, is that blood?!"

Fluttershy looks over with a gasp as she hears Rarity's panicked cries. You wave to her meekly, focusing on trying to keep Rarity from having a nervous breakdown.

"It's a long story, honey. Had an accident at work and cut my head pretty bad, but I'm still alive. It's not as bad as it looks, trust me."

"You poor dear!" She sniffs back a tear, but her eyes are already glistening. You haven't seen her this worried in a long time. She wipes a foreleg across her eyes and calls out to Fluttershy.

"Fluttershy, would you mind watching the store for a while? I need to be sure my darling is alright."

"Oh, of course," Fluttershy responds, flying over to the pencil and paper Rarity left on the floor. "Don't worry about it, Rarity, I've been here enough to know how things work. You just take care of him, okay?" Fluttershy flaps over and gives you a comforting hug.

"I hope you're okay. If you need anything, you just let me know."

"Thank you," you reply sincerely, kissing her forehead. "I'll be fine, I promise."

"Okay, just wanted to be sure. You and Rarity take your time, I'll be here."

"Come on, darling," Rarity says as she puts a hoof around your waist. "Let's get you cleaned up, and you can tell me all about it."

Rarity leads you up to the second floor, bracing a leg against you as you wobble slightly. The swelling is starting to get irritating, turning what was a mildly pulsing headache into a throbbing pain. You look into Rarity's work room as you pass by it, taking note of several half-finished dresses in a rainbow of colors.

"Busy day?" You ask her.

"Ah ah, none of that. Work can wait until after I've made sure you're not going to drop dead on me."

"I'm fine, honey, really. Just gonna need a shower...or something...and some aspirin."

Her beloved cat is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching you come in.

"Opal, move." The cat doesn't budge, simply yawning. You never did like that damn thing. "Opal! I've no time for your games right now!" Rarity's horn flares with blue magic, and Opal is unceremoniously yanked off the bed and dumped into the hallway. Gently, of course.

Rarity points a hoof at the edge of the bed as you walk in to your room.

"Sit." You do so, feeling a little dizzy as you change position. She climbs up on the bed next to you, examining your head with a frown.

"What happened to you? You look like you've been in a fight with a bull. And the bull most definitely won...oh dear, this shirt is never going to come clean. We'll have to make you a new one..."

"We were putting up some housing, pretty normal stuff. Some jackass decided he could carry more than half his own damn body weight and still fly...that didn't turn out so well. Dropped a bunch of iron rebar. One of 'em bounced off the ground and smacked me right in the head. It's a good thing I had that helmet on, or...well, I wouldn't be sitting here right now."

She pulls back and stares at you utter concern, her mouth hanging open.

"You mean, you...you could have died out there today?"

"Well, that's why we wear those hard hats, baby. No one ever said it was a risk-free job."

Rarity grasps your head between her hooves gently and pulls you into her, kissing you lovingly before resting her forehead against your own.

"You're going to worry me to death one of these days, I swear. Thank Celestia you're alive! I don't know what I would do if I lost you..." She embraces you as tightly as she can, ignoring the dried blood on the collar of your shirt. You can hear her inhaling sharply, trying to keep from crying.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, baby," you run a hand through her hair and gently rock her from side to side. "I'm okay, really! Don't focus on what could have happened, alright? I'm still here, you haven't lost me." She looks into your eyes and sniffs back her tears, letting out halting breaths as she regains her composure.

"I'm sorry, darling. The thought of such a dreadful thing happening...but you're right, you're still here." She looks at your torn, dust-covered, blood-stained shirt and adds with a soft laugh, "and you look absolutely dreadful."

"Sorry, I'll try to keep from bleeding on it next time," you say with a laugh of your own.

"Come, let's get you out of that filthy thing. Lift your arms up for me, darling." Your shirt lifts over your head and gets deposited into a trash can. "You just stay right there, I'm going to grab a washcloth to clean around that awful wound of yours."

"It should be pretty clean already," you call out to her as she wets a small towel, "one of the new guys fixed it up before I came home. Used to be a...nurse, or something. Doctor's aide, whatever that means. Stitched me up, too."

"And I'd say he did an admirable job, but to truly be sure, you're going to need the attention of your charming unicorn lover, darling. Us mares have an eye for that short of thing." She returns and clicks off the bathroom light with a brief burst of magic, grasping the washcloth between her teeth.

"If you say so, hon."

"I do. Now, turn your head for me." She pats around the stitched-up wound, the cold dampness feeling very welcome against your inflamed skin. "Gracious, what a mess. And here I thought today was going to be a slow day."

You close your eyes and let her work around the area, clearing away the remainder of the dirt and blood that Quick Fix didn't bother with. The event plays over in your head, almost happening in slow motion: Long Haul yelling out, and you turning just in time to see a length of metal come hurtling toward you. You instinctively turned your head to lessen the blow, but it still managed to smash through your helmet and cut you pretty good. That stupid pegasus asshole...

"Hey, honey?" you ask her, wondering if she can shed some light on the pony who just about put an abrupt end to your stay in Equestria.

"Yes, dear?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

She pulls the cloth away and tilts her head to give you an inquisitive look.

"Of course, darling. You can ask me anything, you know that."

"Do you know who 'Slate' is?"

"Who?"

"Slate. Grey pegasus, maroon eyes and mane, bad attitude. Any idea?"

"Hmmm..." She glances up at the ceiling as she thinks. "No, I can't say that name sounds familiar. Why do you ask?"

"Well...he's kind of at fault for all of this. See, we had two new guys today. One of 'em was Fix, the one who patched me up. The other guy was the pegasus I mentioned, Slate. He, uh...he really hates me. And you."

"What? What on earth for? I don't recall you getting into any altercations with a pegasus. And while I may have many business enemies, in the form of competitors, I can't think of anypony who would want to actively hold a grudge against you and I. Barring Cashmere, of course."

"Yeah, apparently this guy does. He was carrying all of that crap, too much to fly with, and he dropped it into a pile of rebar we'd already set up. One of 'em smacked into my head, you can see the result. Haul and Fix ran off to get Pipe, which just left me with Slate. He, uh, he didn't even try to help me. He just stood there. I asked him to help me up, and he freakin'...went off on me! He said that I essentially ruined his life."

"Ruined his life? Oh, for heaven's sake! Why would he say that?"

"From what he was saying, he really liked you, hon. Like...really liked you. He said he'd talked to you every day for months, and then when I showed up, you abandoned him."

"Now that you mention it, he does sound a little familiar..." she taps a hoof on her chin as she speaks. "Slate, Slate...ah. Yes." Rarity's face turns sour as she remembers his name. "I believe he may have exaggerated things, darling."

"I figured as much. What's his story?"

"It's true that I'd see him several times a week, but that's because he was working in a tea house." She shakes her head and lets out an exasperated sigh, continuing, "For a few months before you appeared here, darling, I made a morning walk to my old supplier's place, down on Radiant Moon, every day. You know, where that coffee shop is now?"

"I think so, yeah."

"On my way back I would stop by this charming little tea house and grab a cup of tea. It helped me relax before the day's work began. These days I just make some coffee at home, but habits change from time to time. Anyway, I'd order my usual -- a chamomile honey tea with a bit of sugar and cream. Quite delicious, I must say. You should try it some time."

"Chamomile is a flower, hon. Not really my thing," you add with a laugh.

"Oh, don't be so quick to judge! It's simply delightful on a cold morning. But, yes...I'd place my order and the stallion behind the counter would make it for me. A grey pegasus stallion. So while I did see him most every morning for several months, and I did strike up polite small talk with him -- as is only proper -- I most certainly did not have aspirations of romance with him. Not in the slightest."

So he was a lonely guy with a one-sided crush on a frequent customer, who took her polite banter as sexual attraction. Sad, but not unheard of. Then again, most crushes don't turn into murder fantasies against the customer's future boyfriend.

"Sounds to me like he had a thing for you, babe."

"So it would seem. He was a polite stallion, yes, but had I known he had some sort of...stalker crush...I wouldn't have frequented that establishment any more." Her expression becomes one of barely-contained rage. You're glad you're not a grey pegasus stallion right now. "To think that he would stand by while you lie on the ground bleeding, all because of some misplaced jealousy! He had better pray that I never get my hooves on him, or so help me Luna, I will make him regret ever seeing me! Ooooh, what a complete...imbecilic...moronic..."

"Son of a bitch?" you suggest.

"Son of a bitch!" She swears loudly, stomping a hoof on the bed. You laugh at her language, placing an arm around her waist.

"Feel better?"

Rarity exhales sharply before calming herself again.

"Yes, I do believe so. At least you're safe, my love. That's all that matters in the end."

"Don't you worry, he's not coming back any time soon. Pipe's gonna make sure of that. Tomorrow should be a return to normalcy at the job site."

"One can only hope, darling. I don't usually mention it, but I do worry while you're away. The most I have to worry about here is accidentally pricking myself with a sewing needle. But you're out there with all of that heavy equipment, and if somepony neglects to do his job for even a moment..."

You kiss her cheek as you run a hand down her back, playing your fingers through her soft coat.

"Hey. Don't worry too much, baby. Okay? I know what I'm doing, so do the guys I'm working with. Accidents happen, all we can do is make sure we're paying attention. You don't have to worry about me, I promise. Coming home to you every day is what I look forward to, and it always will be."

"Such a thing is easier said than done, dear. But I've faith in you. Just be careful, will you?"

"I always am."

"Good. I'd rather not have to deal with grey hairs before such a thing is absolutely necessary." Rarity jumps down from the bed and sticks a hoof out, waiting for you to grasp it. "Let's get you properly cleaned up, darling. Then you can get some rest...you look as if you could use some."

"Rest sounds good. And, um...maybe something to eat?"

She smiles warmly and clops a hoof against your side.

"Always thinking with your stomach, I swear. But yes, perhaps we could find you something. Shower first, however. Dirt and blood is simply not your style."

You feel woozy as you stand up, but at least the throbbing in your head has subsided to tolerable levels. Rarity leads you by the hand to the bathroom, turning the water on and giving it a test with her foreleg. You start removing your clothes, starting with your dusty work boots and socks, frowning as you realize that you probably just tracked dirt across the entire length of the Boutique.

Rarity puts a hoof to your thigh as you unbuckle your belt.

"Allow me to get the rest of it, darling. If you've any other injuries I should know about them. Do be a dear and hold still, please."

Her horn glows faintly with blue energy, causing your pants to slide down to your ankles. You step out of them as she slowly walks around you, eying you tentatively for any cuts or scrapes. As far as you know it's just your head that took some damage.

"It appears there's a moderately-sized bruise on your right leg, dear. Has it given you any trouble?"

"None, actually. Didn't even know it was there."

"Hmmm. Well, do try to avoid putting any pressure on it, it will likely be sore for a few days. Other than that, you appear to have suffered just that dreadful cut to your head."

Your head suddenly starts swimming, forcing you to lean against the wall. You attempt to regain some modicum of control by rubbing your temples with your hand, but the odd sensation continues unabated.

"Are you alright, darling? You look as if you're about to pass out."

"Yeah, I'm okay," you answer, shutting your eyes against the light-headed feeling.

"Perhaps standing isn't the best of ideas right now. Just a moment..." Rarity focuses her magic once more, removing your sweat-stained boxers. You flick them away as they bunch around your feet.

"There, that's better. Now we can get you into that water, hmm?"

You lift a leg up and over the rim of the bathtub, then the other, grasping the shower curtain for balance as you do.

"Easy now, darling. The last thing we need is for you to slip and fall." The small, purple bath pillow -- emblazoned with a cursive 'R', of course -- floats behind your neck, cradling it gently.

"Now, lay back and relax. Madame Rarity is going to give you a bit of a spa treatment," she quips, standing outside of the tub with a smile.

"I trust it doesn't involve cucumbers and mud facials, right?"

"Of course not! I'm out of cucumber anyway."

You laugh at the joke, feeling a little better now that you're laying down. Rarity adjusts the shower head so that it won't spray water onto your face and steps in to join you. The water immediately straightens out her curly mane and tail, leaving it hanging against the bathtub in long curtains of hair.

"The things I do for love," she giggles.

"I don't know, I kinda like the long hair look."

"Well thank you, darling, but dragging my hair along the ground all day would be simply disastrous for it. Think of the split ends!" Rarity levitates a small bottle of shower gel and a sponge, pouring a small amount onto it. The bottle is one of her 'Elegance' products, presumably a new one. The bathroom is quickly being overtaken by images of Rarity's head...

"Something new?" you ask her, pointing to the bottle.

"Indeed it is. We had a small delivery, just a single box, dropped to us today while you were at work. What do you think? It's quite attractive, I'd say." She strikes the same pose as the one on the bottle, and you chuckle at the sight of it.

"Looks great. How has it been selling, anyway? Your line, that is."

"Surprisingly well! I've been stocking them in a corner of the main sales floor, and we generally sell a hoof-full of bottles every day. It's a small start, but a start none-the-less."

"That's pretty cool. Congrats, baby!"

"Why thank you, darling! One step closer to world domination and what-not," she adds. The bottle is floated back to its proper place along the rim of the bathtub, joining similarly-branded shampoos and conditioners. The sponge is actually one that fits over her hoof, sliding into place where she gives it a slight tug with her teeth to secure it.

"Fancy sponge," you quip.

"It is not a sponge," she corrects you with a dramatically indignant look, "it is a loofah."

"My mistake. A loofah. I think 'loofah' is French for 'This costs four times as much as a sponge'."

"Don't be such a man, darling. It won't kill you to have a 'fancy sponge' in the bathtub. Now, unless you'd like to wash yourself, I suggest you focus on something besides the price of the sponge. Loofah." She face-hoofs with her free foreleg. "Marvelous. Now you've got me saying it."

Rarity adjusts the water temperature so that it's slightly hotter and starts sliding the not-sponge over your body, working up a thick lather. The smell is vaguely fruity, but you probably couldn't place it if you were asked.

"I believe I've been to enough spa treatments in my time to properly do this." It does feel pretty good, and she's being just forceful enough to get you clean without being harsh. She's taking her time of it, too. You really can't complain.

"So the spa girls--"

"Aloe and Lotus," she corrects you as she slides over your arms.

"--Aloe and Lotus, right. They do this for you at the spa? Slide hot, soapy water all over your body? That's hot."

She rolls her eyes at the implications.

"You are such a man. Yes, a body wash is sometimes part of the treatment, depending on how much one wishes to spend, but it is by no means 'hot', dear. Not to say that they aren't attractive mares, of course."

"You think if we paid 'em enough, they'd make out with each other?" you ask with a big grin. Rarity's mouth hangs open as she tries to find a response, simply smacking the sponge against your stomach instead.

"For the love of Celestia! If you want me to continue, darling, then I suggest you keep your fantasies to yourself."

"Alright, alright, point taken."

She runs the soapy hoof over your chest, biting her lip to keep a smile back.

"...perhaps they would," she adds quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, darling. Be a dear and sit up for me."

You do as she asks, letting her wash your neck and back. She playfully nibbles on your ear as she does, and you gasp in surprise. She laughs softly at your reaction.

"That's not fair, baby."

"If you think that's not fair, darling, I'm afraid you're going to be in for quite the surprise later on. But only if you keep the fantasies focused around moi."

Rarity carefully tilts your head back, dumping water over your short hair before uncapping a bottle of shampoo and working it in, her hoof-sponge getting temporarily removed and set aside. She moves in broad, slow circles, being careful to avoid getting any in your wound. It's extremely relaxing, and you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling. It's made even better by the fact that she's pressing her chest against your back; between the hot water and her soft coat and skin, it's making you feel very at ease. Maybe she's onto something with the whole spa thing after all...

"Your hair is simply a mess, I'm afraid. In the future, do try to avoid mixing dirt, sweat and blood, won't you? It's not the most attractive combination in the world."

"I'll keep that in mind next time I get smacked in the head, honey."

"Fabulous!" She tilts your head back again and pours several small bowls worth of water over it, rinsing the shampoo and grime away. You watch the water as it flows down the drain -- dirty and tinged slightly red. Yeah, definitely not very attractive.

"There. Now your hair should be back to its former glory." She looks down at you and smiles, and you lift a hand up to caress her cheek

"Thanks for taking care of me, baby."

"Of course, darling. You're quite welcome. When I saw you come home looking like you did, I was terrified. I thought something far worse had happened to you! I'm just glad you're safe, that's all."

Rarity picks up the hoof-sponge again and slips into it, going back over your shoulders and chest.

"Honestly, I've had it up to here with jealous ponies. I wish they would just...go away. I doubt we'll be hearing from that Slate fellow any time soon, at least. Now if only Cashmere were so easily convinced."

"I know what ya mean. Been a while since we heard from her...I woulda thought she'd have shown up immediately after you snatched her supplier away, you know?"

"Yes, I was of the same mind, I must admit. I don't think she's willing to let thing whole affair die, but perhaps she got the message after our last little soiree a few weeks ago, hmm?"

"We can only hope. I know I wouldn't want to get on your bad side, honey."

"It's not quite that simple, darling. There's my bad side, and then there's my bad side. The latter tends to be something you've found rather enjoyable, I'd say. At least, judging by your reactions to a bit of naughty undergarments..." She arches and eyebrow at you and bites her lip, running her sponge down your chest, slowly, before teasing it between your legs.

"Can't argue with you that one, baby," you reply, watching her play her hoof over your most sensitive areas. You exhale sharply and let out a quiet laugh.

"You keep doing that and I won't be able to be held responsible for what happens."

"Now, now, darling," she breathily says near your ear, "if you want to get clean then you must allow me to do as I see fit. And I shan't neglect any part of your body."

The constant stimulation eventually overcomes your drowsy feeling, and you find yourself rising to attention despite the slight haze occupying your mind.

"See? This is what I'm talking about. It's important to get such areas clean. One must take their time..."

She slowly slides a hoof down the length of you, and you laugh as she gives you a dramatic, sly smile, licking her lips teasingly.

"My, but you are encourageable, aren't you? You'd almost think you had some sort of baser instinct in mind, rather than letting your gorgeous, seductive lady simply bathe you."

"Perish the thought," you reply with a wry smile of your own. Rarity runs a hoof over you, washing away the suds. A sudden throbbing re-enters your head, and you massage around your wound to lessen it.

"Headache?" she asks, looking concerned.

"Yeah, it comes and it goes. Not a full-on migraine or anything, but still, kinda sucks."

"I see...darling, would you mind terribly if I attempted to take your mind off of such things?"

You laugh and shake your head. No, you really wouldn't mind at all.

"I think you know the answer to that one, baby."

"Hmmhmm. Just had to be sure, that's all. In your current condition it's quite hard to judge your state of mind sometimes. I'd tell you to lay back and relax, darling, but since you're already doing so, I think it best to simply continue."

She leans her head in and kisses you softly, pressing herself against you as the hot water continues to rain down on both of you. Water drips down from her mane, forcing you to pull back after a few moments and blow it away from your mouth.

"Sorry," she laughs.

"No problem," you reply, putting a hand on the back of her head and pulling her in. She grasps your manhood between her hind legs, slowly running them up and down in unison.

"I know you like how that feels, darling. I suppose my coat is useful for something besides keeping my skin clean, hmm?"

You don't say anything in response, instead placing your free arm around her back. She grinds against you, kissing your neck and shoulder as she does. With a final, passionate kiss, she pulls away and licks her way down your chest and over your stomach.

"Now, before I go any further, my dear, I want you to let me do all the work this time. I've more than enough strength in me for such a thing. Besides, I think it could be rather...exciting to be completely in charge."

"Whatever you say, honey," you tell her. "I trust you to rock my world and all that."

"Rock your world? Darling, after I'm done with you, they're going to have to invent a new phrase. Now, let's begin, shall we?"

She grasps you between her hooves and works them up and down. You close your eyes and focus on the sensation, trying to block out the throbbing pain in your head.

You inhale sharply as you feel her mouth come down over you, her tongue working over your most sensitive spots, but she quickly brings her head back up with a sour look on her face, sticking her tongue out.

"What's wrong?" you ask her. She makes a gagging sound and swishes some water around in her mouth before spitting it out.

"I do believe I didn't get the soap off entirely," she laughs between spits. Between her expression and her statement you can't help but laugh with her. "It may be designer soap, but I suppose that doesn't mean it's to be tasted!"

Rarity motions to your hand, holding her hooves up to the streams of water.

"Darling, would you mind making sure? Perhaps I should have fully washed myself first..."

You grab an unused washcloth from the side of the bathtub and hold it in the water, letting it get fully saturated before rubbing it over yourself to remove any remaining soap. You moan dramatically as you do. Rarity gives you a less-than-convinced look.

"Yes, ask me how much I believe that. But if you're quite happy doing it yourself, then I suppose there's no need for me to be here..."

You wring the washcloth out and hold it in the water again...then toss it on Rarity's head, laughing even louder as it smacks against her horn with a wet slap. It slowly slides off, her expression unchanging during the entire thing: A distant, annoyed stare. It's too much to handle, and you laugh so hard that your head starts pounding again.

Totally worth it.

"...one of these days, darling, I'm going to learn to expect such things from you."

"Oh come on, that was funny! You gotta admit it!"

You see her trying her best to fight back a laugh, the corners of her mouth twitching as she struggles to keep a serious demeanor. Eventually your laughter proves to be too much, and she laughs as she puts her hooves over her face.

"Fine, fine! I admit, that was rather entertaining. Just be warned, my dear, that I shall not forget it!"

"I'm terrified, really," you say, poking a finger at her horn.

"You should be! It would not be proper for a lady to divulge her plans, but rest assured, darling, they shall be executed at some point in the near future."

"Uh huh. That's a lot of fancy talk for petty revenge."

"It shall not be 'petty' in the least, thank you very much! Miss Rarity does not simply retaliate unless it is unexpected. Now, while I admit that our little deviation has been quite interesting, I think we should get back to what we were doing before you decided to turn juvenile. I'm going to have to get back into the mood now."

You grasp her forelegs and pull her toward you, smiling warmly as you look into her azure eyes.

"I don't think that should take too long," you say with a wink.

"Do, don't say, darling."

You hike one of her legs up over your thigh and kiss her neck, hearing her inhale deeply as you lightly bite the area between her neck and shoulder. She wraps her forelegs around your sides, squeezing you tight as you run the palm of your hand over her stomach, slowly running your fingers down between her legs. She holds your gaze as you slide them over her soft, sensitive mound, kissing you passionately as the feeling courses through her body.

"Oh goodness, baby. That didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would," she laughs quietly. "You certainly have a way about you. Just a bit more, if you'd be so kind." You rub your palm over her and she gasps softly, moving your free hand with a hoof and sucking on your finger. You notice her legs spreading slightly more as she does, and you slowly slide a finger into her. She lets out another moan, not nearly as quietly this time, and moves her body with the slow rhythm.

"I...I think I'm quite ready, darling." She slides her body down your chest and stands above you on her hind legs, grasping your manhood between her hooves. Slowly, she guides it in as she sits down on you, moaning softly as she adjusts to your size. Even with the hot water pouring of you, the feel of her is warm and incredible.

"As I said, baby, you just relax and let me do the work."

She lays her hooves on your chest and starts rocking her hips back and forth, moving them in slow circles.

"Do you like that, darling?"

You simply nod your head, your mouth hanging open as a groan escapes it. She moves her body faster, kissing your chest as she leans forward slightly and slides you in and out of her, her breath becoming quicker and more ragged. Rarity slows down, rocking back and forth as she looks at you.

"I need to pace myself or I'm going to reach my peak before you've even had the chance to get near yours," she says with a laugh. "Goddesses, but that feels good..."

You decide to help her along, unsure of exactly how long you can last yourself. She moans with approval as you slip your hand between her legs and gently rub over her most sensitive spot, closing her eyes and picking up her pace. She tosses her head back and runs her hooves down her body, grasping your waist for support.

"That will certainly help, darling...mmmnn..."

Your free hand grasps her flank with a strong squeeze and presses her down against you, helping her get better leverage. From the sound she makes, it's obvious that it was a good choice.

"Darling, I don't know how long I can last like this...oh, my."

"You feeling like you're gonna come, baby?" you ask her, enjoying her reactions even more than the ones your own body is sending you.

"I believe...I believe I so. I promise you I shall....ohhh....continue if I do. Promise."

"Don't you worry about me, baby," you tell her. "I love watching you when you do."

She starts rocking her hips faster, and you can feel her body pulsing as waves of pleasure ripple through her.

"Give me your hand, darling," she pleads. You put your free hand against her cheek and she grasps it with her hoof, taking a finger in her mouth and greedily bobbing her head on it. It turns her on immensely, and within seconds she's thrusting against you as hard and as fast as possible, pulling her head back and moaning loudly as her body is rocked by an orgasm. Her legs grip your thighs in a vice grip as the waves of pleasure run through her. After a few seconds she opens her eyes half way and looks at you with an expression of complete and utter ecstasy -- mixed with relief.

"Oh, goodness, baby...that was a good one," she laughs. "But you're not done, are you? We shall have to fix that. Give me just a moment to catch my breath."

She leans forward and rests her head on your chest, letting you run your hand through her mane. She sounds completely exhausted, but if you've learned anything about Rarity, it's that she always does what she says she's going to. Sure enough, she rises back up to the sitting position after a few moments, knees against the bathtub bottom, and slowly starts moving her body again.

"It's your turn, darling. Do make it count, won't you?"

You've been feeling it building even while she wasn't rocking her hips; just the small movements of her body while you're inside her has been enough. You're thankful when she keeps going, and it's not long before you can start feeling the steady build-up inside of you. You ask her to go faster, and she smiles at you with an expectant look in her eyes. She picks up the pace, changing how she moves her body every so often, rolling her hips or lifting herself up and down on you.

You bite your lip as a jolt of pleasure rushes through you -- it's not going to be long.

"Are you getting close, baby? I can tell. All of the small twitches of your body are a dead giveaway."

"You know my secrets too well," you reply with a breathless laugh. She's absolutely right.

"Don't keep me waiting, then. I'm right here with you. I want to feel you come inside me..."

Even though she said she would do all the work, the urges are too strong, and you grasp her thighs with your hands and start thrusting into her on your own. You grit your teeth against the approaching surge, going as fast as you can, and finally release with a loud, halting groan.

"Ohhhh, fuck..." is all you can manage to say, laying your head back against the pillow and thrusting against her a few more times as the final moments of the orgasm work their way through you.

"Holy shit, baby," you laugh breathlessly.

"Feel better now, darling? No more headache?" she asks with the distinct smile of an afterglow. It's a look you've come to love.

"Headache? What headache? Ha ha..."

She giggles quietly in reply.

"Glad I could be of assistance," she leans forward and you lift your head, meeting her for a loving kiss.

"Promise me you're careful at work. Please?"

"I always am, baby. I promise. Nothing's gonna happen to me. Well, besides a little scar like this one. Besides, it's not all bad. It'll make me look...manly."

"Yes, as if you need to appear 'manly' for anypony else. I think you're quite the man already, darling."

"Thanks, hon," you kiss her again, "I do what I can. Honestly, though, you don't need to worry about me."

"Asking such a thing is futile at best, I hope you realize. As your lover I'm going to worry regardless of whether or not you tell me to. That said, I trust you, baby."

Rarity pulls herself back up and slowly stands back up, sliding the hoof-sponge back on again.

"I'm afraid we've managed to get quite dirty in the process of getting clean. Good thing we're still in the shower, don't you think?"

"Absolutely," you reply. "Though I think getting dirty while getting clean is the best way to do things."

"You'll find no argument here, darling," she says with a sultry edge to her voice. "Let's get you washed up again. Then we can get you off to bed for a nice nap."

"After something to eat?"

"After something to eat, yes," she responds with a smile. "Perhaps I can join you for that nap, I suddenly find myself feeling exhausted for some reason."

"I wonder what ever that reason could be..."

"I have an idea, but who can say, really? Maybe later tonight we can do this again. Just to be sure, of course."

"Of course." You grasp her hoof in your hand and give her a warm smile. "I love you, Rarity."

"I love you too, darling. Always."

Chapter Eleven: Friends, Enemies and Lovers

"What do you think, darling? Blue, or pink? Or perhaps white."

Shopping. If there's one thing you hate, it's shopping. Even in Equestria, it's no different for you. That doesn't seem to phase Rarity in the least, though. Her enthusiasm for trying on new clothing borders on frantic. It's not a degree of enthusiasm you can match. Especially not when you've spent the last half hour standing in the same place.

"Hmm?" you absent-mindedly ask, having spent the last several minutes daydreaming while Rarity tried on gaudy hat after gaudy hat. "What was that, hon?"

"I wanted to get your opinion on this charming chapeau. I'm not sure what I could do with it, though...perhaps I could use it to accessorize when the spring celebration is here. If I do that then I'll have to pick a lighter color, since dark colors are simply unacceptable before autumn...maybe if I take this one..."

Rarity trails off, talking to herself once again as she debates the merits of a small rainbow of colored head wear. There's a lot of things you'd rather be doing right now -- like watching paint dry. Or listening to Twilight give another three-hour history speech. Or repeatedly headbutting a wall. Anything, really. Such is the cost of living with a fashionista, you suppose.

"Why don't you just buy a few? Then you'd have one for...whatever. You'd be prepared and all that," you offer.

"Why don't I buy more than one?" she asks rhetorically. "This is the primary reason." She floats over one of the hats, displaying a hanging price tag -- a price tag that reads over forty bits. Ouch.

"That's for one hat? You know, you could probably just make one, baby. It'd be cheaper."

"Perhaps, but wearing nothing but fashions that are entirely of your own design is considered to be in bad taste. There are some absolutely marvelous designs to be had in Ponyville, if one knows where to look! After all, such a thing encourages friendship and cooperation between businesses, and in the end that will net you a larger profit than simply advertising yourself all the time."

Rarity levitates a large, pink hat over and sets it on her head. It's curved up on one side, with a trio of white feathers and a ring of small, blue gems adorning the center. Conveniently, a small hole has been left in it to accommodate a unicorn's horn. The hat fits around the base of her horn perfectly, and she gives an approving giggle as she looks at herself in a large, standing mirror.

"Quite the charming design, wouldn't you say? Eye-catching, yet not overstated. Elegant, yet simple."

"Uh huh", you mutter out loud. It's not that you don't care, it's that the care you had disappeared about an hour ago. Oh, sure, baby, you think to yourself, of course I'll go with you to find a hat. That shouldn't take too long.

Pfft. So much for that.

"Oh come now, darling," she says as she adjusts the fringe on the hat, "I know this isn't exactly your forte, but I could really use your opinion on this. The future of Ponyvillian fashion rides on your shoulders! So to speak, anyway."

"It looks fine, hon," you answer her with a shrug. "I don't know much about fashion or anything, I'm happy with a shirt and jeans. You know me."

"Indeed I do, my love. That's why your input is invaluable! I want to know how it looks to the uninitiated. After all, not everypony is going to be a designer or a critic. Those who are already know what they like; it's the ponies who attend a grand event only once in a while that are the most open to new things. Make sense?"

"I suppose so, yeah." You finally give the hat a good look-over, trying to imagine it going with various dresses you've seen her work on or wear. "Well...you said it goes with light colors, right?"

"Correct, darling. Typically during late winter to early autumn, perhaps with a darker-colored saddle for contrast."

"There was that one dress you wore last year, the white one with purple trim. You know the one I'm talking about."

"Ah, yes, the Spring Social dress. Quite attractive, if I do say so."

"Right. So if you wore that one -- and I know you don't usually wear the same dress twice, I'm just sayin' -- then I guess it would look pretty good with that hat. I think."

You rub the back of your neck with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I can't really say more than that. Not my specialty."

"No worries, dear. That's quite sufficient, thank you! I was simply looking for another opinion."

Rarity removes the hat from her head and places it in your arms, joining a pair of saddles and a light scarf. You can barely see over the top of the hat -- the feathers keep tickling your nose, and you're trying your best not to sneeze on them.

"I believe that should do it for us," she smiles enthusiastically. "These should pair quite nicely with some of my own work. We can take these to the counter now, if you'd be so kind."

You have to scrunch the top of the hat down under your chin to see where you're going, but you manage to make it to the register without tripping on yourself. You dump the items on the counter and pull out your coin pouch, dreading the total.

"No need, darling. We've been quite fortunate lately to have such strong business; as such, you needn't worry about paying for these. I can more than afford to cover it."

"Oh...well, that's good," you say as you tighten the draw-string on your pouch and stuff it back into your pocket. "How much of an increase are we talking about?"

The middle-aged mare behind the counter sorts through the items and punches the totals into the register, writing down the purchases in a small record-keeping book. To her credit she doesn't seem to be very nosy, unlike a lot of ponies you've come to expect in places like this.

"Between our increase in return customers and the cheaper textiles we gained when we, ah, 'acquired' Cashmere's suppliers -- not to mention several new clients from the charity event from a few months back -- our profits are up by two hundred percent! We even made up the difference from that dreadful sale day."

You let out a long, low whistle. That's an impressive increase, no matter how you look at it. Such an increase also comes with longer work days and more business hours. You'd be more worried if Fluttershy wasn't around to help out around the Boutique -- it's become a second job for her, especially since many animals are beginning to hibernate. That means less for her to care for, and a corresponding drop in income.

"That's great, hon!" you respond with a sincere smile. "Really, congratulations. You've definitely earned it. I've seen you busting your butt in the store lately...guess I know why, huh?"

"Oh yes, without a question! And thank you, darling! It feels quite good to say such a thing."

The mare behind the counter carefully sets the items into a large bag and reads out your total.

"Alright, ma'am, your total comes to one-hundred eighteen bits after tax." The light purple earth pony sweeps the coins into her register, pulling out a few for change. The twin sets of pearl necklaces around her neck rattle against each other as she pushes the bag full of purchases you way.

After dealing with so many ponies who are enthusiastic to the point of madness, you're happy to deal with one who's more reserved and respectful.

"Here you go, two bits back. You have a wonderful day now, and please feel free to come any time you need something."

"Thank you, madam," Rarity says with a polite smile. "I've been coming here for years, it's such a wonderful little place. Give my regards to Pearlesence, won't you? Tell her Rarity sends her best."

The mare nods as you grab the bag and fall in next to Rarity, holding open the door for her despite the bag blocking most of your view. The cool, winter air hits your face as you step outside -- it's almost too cool. The cold season is definitely coming. Still, it's refreshing if nothing else. Beats the heat.

"Oh my, there's quite a chill in the air, isn't there? We'll have to pull your jacket out of storage soon...perhaps we can make you a new one. That old style is so last year, darling."

Rarity focuses her magic for a moment and lifts a scarf out of the bag, a pink and white number with blue trim. It wraps around her neck, getting tied off with a large, loose knot that leaves the ends dangling half way between her knees and shoulders.

"How does it look? I'm quite partial to it, myself."

"It looks good, babe. It's definitely you," you say with a laugh.

"Fabulous!" she exclaims happily. "Despite winter's imminent arrival I thought it prudent to purchase some spring accessories. Cheaper to buy now, and that sort of thing."

"Of course. I don't think I can ever question your methods again after you pulled a two hundred percent increase on me!"

She giggles with that adorable eye expression she's so good at, adjusting the scarf as she walks.

"Thank you, darling! It's been quite the challenging few months, hasn't it? It feels absolutely exquisite to be able to claim such a thing. I couldn't have done it without you, my dear."

"I can't take any credit, babe. It's your store, after all. I just pitch in once in..." you struggle with the large bag, having to frantically grasp at it before it can escape your grip, "...once in a while."

"Oh, don't be so modest! You've been more than helpful! I appreciate you pitching in even after a hard day of work, you've been simply invaluable. Not to mention the week you took off to help me during the peak of our competition crisis. I couldn't have asked for anyone better, darling."

She jumps up and kisses your cheek, smiling brightly at you.

"I love you more and more every day. No matter what."

"I love you too, baby," you respond with a smile of your own. "Even if your praise is threatening to give me diabetes."

"I'd be more concerned with your continuing obsession with Pinkie's cake bites! I swear, you're the only customer for those things. At this point she's making them entirely for you."

"That just means I'm special," you say in a hoity-toity voice, tilting your head up.

"Yes, special like a barking pony."

"A what?"

"Never you mind. It's a good thing your job keeps you active, or I'd worry about you gaining a bit of a paunch from all the sweets you buy from Sugarcube Corner!" Rarity pokes at your stomach with a hoof, laughing as you fumble with the bag while attempting to block your stomach from further attacks.

"You are simply adorable sometimes, have I told you that?"

"Hey now, don't start poking any stomachs. I can give just as well as I can receive, you know."

Rarity laughs and changes her tone, adding an extra bounce and sway to her step.

"I do quite enjoy when you give, darling." She bites her lip and looks up at your with those sultry eyes. "Especially when your generosity has some stamina behind it..."

Especially early mornings.

"I think we could put that stamina to the test when we get home. Just sayin'."

"I'm going to hold you to that," she replies, putting a hoof around your waist. "Perhaps you can use that tongue of yours for something besides witty comebacks, hmmm?"

"Yes, ma'am," you laugh.

Despite the prospect of a little mid-afternoon fun, the tasks you've still yet to accomplish for the day keep running through your head. Besides helping Rarity and Fluttershy finish up a trio of dresses that a client had custom made, you promised her that you would take a look at the entrance overhang -- it's been leaking lately, defeating the purpose of having an overhang in the first place. Probably an easy fix with a little sealant, or an hour or two with a sheet of plywood and a few tools at the most.

Rarity suddenly stops in her tracks, tugging at your belt to get your attention.

"What's up, babe?" you ask her.

"Don't look now, but I believe we're about to have a visitor."

You crane your neck over the bag -- and curse at what you see.

"Shit. Maybe we can just avoid her. Or maybe she won't notice us."

"Yes, perhaps she'll ignore the only human in the entire world walking towards her," Rarity says with a sour expression. "Let's just get this over with quickly, darling. I've no urge to hear her boasting today."

It doesn't take long before Cashmere sees you, an infuriating grin crossing her face. You brace yourself for what is sure to be a long, insult-filled conversation.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't Rarity and her knight in shining armor!" Cashmere trots toward you, her bouncy head of hair swaying from side to side. A pair of brown saddle bags are thrown over her back, held closed with a purple gem clasp.

"Nice scarf, by the way."

"Hello, Cashmere." Rarity states flatly. She's obviously expecting it to be just as bad as you are.

"Doing a little shopping today, are we? I must say, that's quite the haul you've got your man carrying. Maybe a little something for the bedroom?"

"My purchases are none of your concern! I've no need to hear your typical blathering right now, so if you don't mind, we shall be on our way."

Rarity starts walking off, but is stopped by Cashmere sticking a leg out in front of her.

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy, babe. I know we've had our little altercations in the past, but if I was looking for trouble I'd have dropped by the Boutique. Just so happens we met on the street. I'm not here to bitch at you."

"I find that hard to believe," you add as you set down the bag, making sure it won't tip over.

"I understand, trust me. But honestly, I just want to talk like adults. I'm not asking you to believe me, I'm just asking you to listen."

You don't trust a damn thing she has to say, but you cautiously give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Fine. What's so important that you have to bother us?"

"First of all, mister mysterious, I'd hardly call this 'bothering' you. Second, I'm glad I ran into you two. I wanted to congratulate you."

Rarity lifts a surprised foreleg in the air, an equally surprised look coming across her face.

"Congratulate us? Whatever for? You'll forgive me if I don't see you as the congratulating type."

"For pulling the rug out from under me. Taking that supplier away like you did," she answers with a smile.

Rarity is obviously confused by her reply. Why would Cashmere congratulate her for taking a business partner away?

"That's not like you, Cashmere. What's the catch? You wouldn't normally go about wishing your competitors well when they've made a move against you."

Cashmere laughs softly and flips her hair away from an eye.

"I know it's not something you've come to expect from me, babe, but I'm genuinely impressed! Not only did you cut off a local supplier, but you even took them as your own!"

"I still don't get it," you quip as you rub your chin. "Why would you view this as a good thing? I mean, Rarity just outsmarted you at your own game."

"Don't get me wrong, honey," she says to you, "losing that supplier was an inconvenience, to be sure. Now I have to ship materials in from my main Manehattan warehouse, and that costs time and money. That's not the point, though. The point is: I completely underestimated Rarity's resolve."

Cashmere turns to face Rarity with a self-satisfied smile.

"You see, babe, up until a few weeks ago, I thought you would be a pushover. The Rarity I knew -- or used to know -- from the old days would never have even considered going on the offensive. Six years ago, you would have sat back and let me build up around you, trying to get by on customer loyalty alone. But that doesn't cut it these days, does it?"

"I like to think I'm still quite good at keeping my clientele loyal, thank you very much," Rarity replies.

"Maybe, but that's not what I'm talking about right now. No, when you went out of your way to hit me where it hurts the most -- in my coin pouch -- you proved something to me. Something that had been building for a while."

"And what, my dear friend, is that?"

"Simple, Rarity. It proved to me that you have the capacity to be ruthless."

Cashmere's horn flares with green magic, and she floats out a blue petal from her saddle bags, hovering it in front of you.

"As you've probably guessed, this is a petal from the poison joke you sent me. Don't worry, it's inert by now. I must admit, I'm impressed that you managed to launch a personal attack. That was an interesting day, babe. No doubt about it. I managed to get it dealt with fairly quickly -- apparently those gorgeous spa twins have seen this sort of thing before -- but I decided to keep this as a reminder. A reminder of what you're capable of."

"You don't seem very upset about all of this," you add.

"It's been a few weeks, honey," she replies. "That day that you not only delivered the poison joke to me -- which was quite the surprise, I must say -- but also convinced that insufferable pink earth pony to get back at me on your behalf...that was a day that I was not a happy woman, let me tell you."

"No kidding," Rarity says, remembering the string of swears thrown at her by Cashmere.

"But a week after that, once I stormed down to my now-ex-supplier's place and asked them what was happening, I couldn't help but laugh. Rarity, the mare who would never even think of such sneaky, underhoofed tactics, had delivered blow after blow, all within the span of a week! The poison joke, the buy one, get one free sale with the appropriate fanfare...and finally, the removal and subsequent takeover of my local textile supplier. Beautiful, babe. Absolutely beautiful."

Rarity stands with her mouth agape, obviously trying to process what she's just heard. Cashmere giving her a compliment? And after something she was so sure was going to infuriate her old friend to no end? To say it was unexpected would be putting it lightly.

The more you think about it, though, the less sure you are of the compliment actually being a good thing.

"I'm...I'm not quite sure what to say, Cashmere. I must admit, I'm surprised by something resembling praise coming from you, but I'm not sure I like the implications." Rarity narrows her eyes and leans in closer, continuing, "I would not call myself 'ruthless'. Such a word implies that I haven't the slightest bit of regard, that I would go out of my way to hurt others. I simply must object to that, Cashmere."

Cashmere gives a dismissive laugh and shakes her head.

"Maybe 'ruthless' isn't the right word, babe. It's just the first one that came to mind. No, you can call it what you like, but my point stands: You are not the same mare you used to be. This whole time I've been around, been in competition with you, I dismissed the idea of actually being at risk from that hole in the wall you call a fashion store."

"The Boutique is not a hole in the wall!" Rarity stomps an angry hoof at the accusation. Oh, great, here comes the insult war...

"Be that as it may, Rarity, all I'm saying is that I underestimated you. Now that I've seen what you're capable of, though...I've had to re-shift my priorities."

"Perhaps if your priorities involved keeping your old friends in good graces, rather than attempting to drive them out of town, you'd be a much happier mare."

"Let's not kid ourselves, babe. You and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum. We always have been, and always will be. Even back when we opened the Boutique together, we were always butting heads. You remember, don't you? That first couple of days, how we were struggling to figure out what we were going to do? How we didn't have more than a hoof-full of customers in a day? It felt like we were going nowhere."

"I do remember, yes," Rarity says with a nod, "but I also remember that you wanted to resolve that situation by spreading lies and rumors about Regal Cut's store. She may not have been my absolute favorite mare by any stretch of the imagination, but what you were suggesting was disgusting and wrong."

Cashmere flicks her tail in annoyance at the memory.

"Whatever you say, doll. We could have had her out of our hair a lot faster if we'd done it my way."

"Or we could have ended up losing everything we'd worked for! That is why I chose the sensible route and spread the word about our -- my -- business. I did things the proper way, and it worked out. Perhaps not as fast as you'd have liked, but in the end victory was ours. In fact," she adds, taking a step closer to Cashmere and jutting a hoof out against her chest, "the only reason you were even able to afford to move to Manehattan was because of me. Your very success is because of me, Cashmere. Because I was willing to take my time and do it right; to do what was best not just for myself, but for you as well. That is why you've no right to call me 'ruthless'."

From the way she's acting, Cashmere is becoming increasingly pissed off. It's subtle, but it's definitely there.

"You're no angel, Rares. You and I both know th--"

"Ah ah!" Rarity interrupts her with a hoof over her mouth. "True, I am not above revenge -- be it personal or financial. That revenge may border on the petty once in a great while, I'll admit, but nopony ever said I was perfect. I strive to be considerate in all things, Cash, but if I am being pushed then I will most certainly push back. Perhaps now you realize this, hmm?"

Cashmere doesn't argue back. In fact, she doesn't even act aggressive in the least. You were expecting anger, maybe seething jealousy, but the fact that she simply smiles is somehow worse. It reminds you of a shark, right before it's about to attack.

"I do realize it. That's exactly why I wanted to speak with you in the first place. You're no pushover, not any more. In a way, it's good that you've shown me this side of you."

She slowly pushes Rarity's hoof away and looks into her eyes, cocking an eyebrow.

"You may not want to admit it, honey, but you and I are a lot more alike than you think. That's why I'm not going to feel quite so bad when you see what I have in store for you. It's going to be a lot of fun."

"Your juvenile threats don't scare me, Cash. If you've truly learned a lesson from the last few weeks, then you would realize that."

"Whatever you say, Rarity. It's not so much a threat as it is a promise. You think things have been hard over the last month? You think I've been underhoofed and conniving? Honey, you haven't seen anything yet."

You decide to step between the two mares before they can start throwing punches at each other.

"Alright, I think that's enough from you today, Cashmere. I really wish we could have a conversation without you insulting or threatening us. Do you have any idea how tiring this gets? Every time I see you, I have to expect trouble. Every single time."

Cashmere takes a step back, looking up at you with less-than-amused eyes.

"Listen, boy-toy..."

"Don't call me that, two-tone." You stick a finger out and plant it on the top of her head, bending down so that you're eye level with her.

"I don't appreciate you instigating Rarity every time you see her. Do you understand me? The amount of crap you've given us over the last month has been absolutely ridiculous."

She glances up at your arm, giving an annoyed look at your intrusive touch.

"Look, I don't mind being touched by a tall, strong man like yourself, honey, but if you're going to touch me then I think we could do a lot better than the top of my head. Don't you?"

"As a matter of fact, I don't."

"It's a shame, too, Cash," Rarity adds with a smile. "I suppose you'll never get to experience the absolute ecstasy that his strong hands are capable of delivering. Isn't that right, darling?"

"What can I say?" you reply with a shrug. "In a place where everyone has hooves, fingers are amazing."

"I gotta say, babe," Cashmere adds with a humorless laugh, "you still manage to surprise me sometimes. You may not flaunt your blatant sensuality like I do -- at least around others -- but from time to time, it comes back up to the surface. Is it any wonder we were an item way back when?"

"That was a long time ago, Cashmere" Rarity answers. "The mare you were then, and the mare you are now, are two completely different ponies. I hardly recognize you any more. The Cash I used to know wouldn't have attempted to stab her friend in the back and seduce her lover."

For the briefest of moments, you could swear that you see something resembling regret flash across Cashmere's face. Despite her bitchy exterior and argumentative personality, she must still feel the past, somewhere deep down. You really wish she wasn't so intent on ruining Rarity; underneath her harsh demeanor, you could picture a friendlier, happier mare. Obviously she was at some point, or Rarity would have never opened the Boutique with her.

Nowadays, though, jealousy and revenge seems to be all that drives her. In a way, you feel sorry for her.

"You know what makes us so different, Rares? The fact that I am willing to do whatever it takes to come out on top. I have no qualms about using every means available to me. Lying, seduction, bribery...all of it. And so far, I'd say it's worked pretty well. I own three stores in two cities...remind me again how many you own, babe?"

"You may have more places to hock your sub-par merchandise, Cash, but I have my dignity."

Cashmere scoffs dismissively.

"Whatever you say, Rarity. Dignity is nice and all, but dignity won't make you more money and buy you more materials."

"Your supplier seems to think otherwise," Rarity retorts with a smug grin. "Or rather, former supplier. Yes, perhaps you own more stores than I do. The difference is, I've never had to bend over to make my money...figuratively and literally, in your case."

Ouch.

"Hmmhmm. You're one hell of a firebrand, Rarity."

Cashmere tosses her hair, letting it fall in front of an eye.

"Look, I've taken up enough of your time for today. We can stand here all day and continue to make snide comments and trade insults, but I think we've both got better things to do, don't you?"

"That's the first sensible thing you've said since your return," Rarity answers. "I've no issues with competing with you, but your rambling diatribes grow tiresome after a while."

"What can I say? I've never been one for brevity, babe. I just want you to understand that I'm not pulling any punches anymore. From here on out, you are my primary focus. Everything else is secondary. I hope you've enjoyed your peace and quiet, Rarity, because you're going to learn what every other business I've competed against has learned: Cashmere does not fuck around."

"Oh I don't know, Cashmere...I'd say lifting your tail for anypony with a coin pouch counts as plenty of 'fucking around', wouldn't you?"

You have to hide a laugh behind your fist, genuinely impressed by Rarity's reply.

Rarity's comeback makes Cashmere laugh out loud, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Not bad, Rarity. Not bad at all. Hell, I could teach you a thing or two yet. Quick with that tongue, aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Rarity says with a swish of her tail.

"Goddesses know I would, babe. Too bad we're too busy being at each others' throats to be between each others' legs, hmm?"

You hope neither of them notice your eyebrows reflexively arching at the mental image.

"I do believe I've heard enough from you for now, Cashmere. If you've no further nonsense to spew in my direction, then my darling and I shall take our leave."

"Of course, babe. Always a pleasure to speak with you and your mysterious man." She nods in your direction, biting her lip as she looks you over. "You two enjoy your weekend, have some fun. Because come Monday, all bets are off, honey."

Cashmere blows a kiss at you and Rarity, brushing her tail against your arm as she finally walks off. You and Rarity watch her leave for a few moments until she's out of sight.

"All things considered," Rarity says as she looks up at you, "I'd say that could have gone a lot worse."

You heft the bag full of Rarity's purchases up to your chest, nodding in reply.

"Definitely. Considering most of our encounters with her end with one of you either stomping off in anger or breaking down and crying, that was pretty mild."

"Any conversation with her still leaves a foul taste in my mouth, I'm afraid." Rarity closes her eyes and inhales deeply, like you've seen her do many times before -- it's a way of re-centering herself, calming down.

"No matter. We've got the weekend before us, and I shan't let her ruin a single moment of it. Let's just go home, darling."

You look down at her with a smile and stick your hand out.

"After you, hon."

==========

The remainder of the afternoon passes quickly -- the leaking overhang was a simple matter of reapplying some sealant, and with the combined work of Rarity, Fluttershy, and yourself, the remaining orders from the Boutique were finished within a few hours. You even had time for a little privacy with Rarity when Fluttershy left to take care of some personal matters at her cottage.

You helped her judge what would look best with the hat and saddles she bought, tedious as it may have been at times; she's nothing if not thorough. For all of your help and patience, you were nicely rewarded...and found out that the frilled, white saddle she bought didn't just look good with a dress, but also provided a nice surface to grab on to for a bit of extra leverage when things got hot and heavy.

All in all, not too bad of a day. The imminent onset of winter means shorter days, and by the time Fluttershy gets back it's already well past dusk. She sounded very relieved to be back; her incredibly uppity rabbit insisted on being fed exactly what he wanted. Fortunately, Fluttershy's dealt with his nonsense before, and she quickly put her hoof down.

You wonder why she puts up with him. If it were you, you'd punt the furry little bastard over the nearest hill and be done with him. But then, you don't spend your day talking to woodland critters.

Maybe you could throw Opal and Angel into a bag and ship them off to the other side of the world...that'd solve two problems at once. If only you could have a dog, like AJ...

Your daydreaming is interrupted by Fluttershy climbing up on the bed next to you, a book clutched in her mouth. She sets it down beside you and tucks her legs under her, smiling warmly at you.

"Doing a little reading?" you ask her.

"Mmmhmm, I borrowed it from Twilight's library a few days ago. It's really nothing special, but I have to admit that I've always enjoyed sappy romance novels." She laughs quietly as she opens the book, flipping to a bookmark about a quarter of the way through. "Rarity would probably poke fun at me if she knew I read them."

"Nah, she has fair share of that kind of thing. I don't know how she reads through them sometimes. They're just so...so..."

"Girly?" she suggests.

"Yeah, that's a good way to put it," you reply with a laugh of your own. "But to each his own, I suppose. Or her own, rather. I'll never understand what you girls find so interesting in those books."

"Oh, I don't know. I guess I'm just a romantic at heart, that's all. Nopony reads one of these and actually expects to meet somepony who's intelligent, muscular and rich. At least, I would hope so."

"Welp, two out of three ain't bad," you say jokingly, flexing the arm you're not resting on.

"No, it's not bad at all," she giggles. "If it's okay, I'm just going to read a little until Rarity gets back. She said she had something planned for us, but she hasn't said what. Did she mention it to you?"

"She did, actually," you reply, scratching your chin. "Not sure what it could be. Guess we'll see. But yeah, go ahead. I'm probably just gonna, I dunno, take a nap or something. Might as well."

"Okay, I'll be right here." She gives you a soft smile and a quick kiss before turning her attention to the book in front of her.

You put an arm around her waist and tuck your head against her shoulder, drifting off in a matter of moments...

...only to be awakened a few minutes later. Well, so much for a nap.

"Don't tell me you're too tired to attend my little get-together, darling." Rarity puts a foreleg over your ankle and nudges you awake, watching with a smile as you sit up and rub your eyes.

"Wha? Oh, hey baby. Literally just laid down." You glance over at the clock -- it's been ten minutes. Not even a power nap. "What's up? We were waiting for you to get back."

"I apologize for keeping you and Fluttershy waiting, but I had to drop by Sweet Apple Acres. Would you believe I've managed to get Applejack to join us for a drink? She may be bringing Rainbow Dash with her -- if she can find her, that is."

"Wait, so...you're taking us out to a bar?" It's not usually something Rarity does, but she's dabbled in it from time to time.

"That's correct, darling. I thought our recent bout of good fortune deserved a bit of celebration." Rarity turns and prods Fluttershy with a hoof, saying, "Of course, you're welcome to join us, Fluttershy. I know you're not much for alcohol, but we can always order you something else if you prefer."

Fluttershy bites her lip nervously as she answers.

"Oh, um...I don't know, Rarity...I thought I might just stay here and read."

"Please?" Rarity asks with a batting of her eyes, "Pleaaaase, Fluttershy? It would mean quite a lot to myself and my darling dearest if you did. You're one of us, after all! I wouldn't dream of leaving you out of the festivities...not to mention that our success has been due in no small part to your generous efforts. Come, you simply must join us. I promise you'll have fun."

"Umm...okay. I guess I could go. But just one, okay? I can't really handle my liquor too well..."

"Fabulous! You won't regret it, darling."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" you ask Rarity, remembering the last time you went out to a bar with her. "As I recall, you ended up trying to dance on the counter last time you challenged AJ to a drinking contest..."

Rarity blushes under her coat, glancing away with an embarrassed look.

"Yes, well...that was different. I've learned my lesson, and shall not be doing such a thing again! I suppose it goes without saying that any mare who lives with Granny Smith and her moonshine distillery isn't going to lose to somepony such as myself who usually dabbles in wine."

"Whatever you say, hon. If I have to carry you on my back again, you're never gonna hear the end of it. Just sayin'," you add with a chuckle.

"Warning duly noted, my dear. Now...since we have those issues out of the way, I'd say it's about time we head out. Applejack said she would meet us at the Prancing Mare, and it's a good fifteen minutes from here. Shall we?"

You grab your coin pouch from the dresser and slip your belt and shoes back on, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror.

"Lead the way, ladies."

==========

The Prancing Mare is a place you've only been to once, but you enjoyed it quite a bit. Compared to the higher-class places Rarity usually likes to go, the Mare reminds you of an Irish pub like you'd have gone to way back when -- dark, friendly, and small. There's hardly ever more than a few ponies inside at any one time, and the atmosphere lends itself well to sitting and enjoying a few drinks with good company. You make a mental note to tell Pipe about the place when you see him on Monday.

You hold open the door for the two mares at your side, following behind them as they step in. It's dimly lit, with just a few candles in glass holders scattered about on the tables set around, and a row of three similar candles lining the bar itself. A grey unicorn with two-toned dark blue and silver hair presides over the bar, pouring some kind of mixed drink for a couple seated on the bar stools.

Off to one side, you're surprised to see a small group of ponies talking to a pair of zebras -- the first zebras you've seen in several months. They notice you at the same time, giving you a quick once-over, but going back to their business as you nod in their direction.

"Quite nice to be back, I must admit." Rarity smiles as she looks around, craning her neck to spot her friends. "Ah, there she is!" She trots off happily with you and Fluttershy in tow, excusing herself past a couple of stallions who are carrying pint glasses in their mouths. They turn their heads to watch her as she passes, obviously interested in more than her polite manner. You give them a disapproving look as you pass, holding their eye contact for a few seconds, finally turning away as they shrug and go back to their drinks.

"Applejack! Oh, it's so good to see you, darling!" Rarity wraps her friend in a hug and looks her over. "And might I say, you look quite fit!"

"Well howdy, Rarity!" Applejack replies, returning the hug before straightening the stetson on her head. "Ah see ya brought some company with ya." She stands up from her seat and walks over, calling out to you. "Well shoot, don't just stand there, come give ol' AJ a hug!"

"How ya doin', AJ?" You throw an arm around her and squeeze her tight, smiling as she embraces Fluttershy after you. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Ain't that the truth? Been a few months now, Ah reckon. Wasn't expectin' y'all ta bring Fluttershy with ya, she ain't really the drinkin' type."

Fluttershy lowers her head and glances away with embarrassment.

"Oh, well, I wasn't sure about coming, but Rarity convinced me to. I can just have some juice or something, I guess..."

Applejack scoffs at the statement with a wave of her hoof.

"Nonsense, this here is a proper drinkin' establishment. We'll get ya somethin' with just a tiny bit of a kick to it, you'll be just fine." With her country accent, it sounds like 'jus fahn'. If you didn't know any better, you'd swear her accent was from Texas. The mannerisms and twang all match up perfectly.

"No need ta stand there, take a seat, y'all."

You pull up a slightly too-small chair and sit down in it, long since having learned to deal with furniture that's a few sizes too small for your frame. It's not too uncomfortable, at least. A few drinks, and you probably won't even notice it anymore.

"So Rarity asked you to come drinking with us?" you ask AJ. She nods with a slight smile.

"That's right. Said y'all had some big celebration or somethin' like that. Ah take it ya don't mind sharin', right?"

"Not at all, darling! As I told my darling dearest earlier, we've recently pulled in a two-hundred percent increase in profits from the Boutique! I would be remiss if I didn't mention Fluttershy, she's been an enormous help."

"Yeah, she's a great girl," you add, glancing over at Fluttershy. She blushes and ducks her head down, trying to avoid attention.

"Well ain't that somethin'? Congrats, y'all! Ah always knew that fancy dress place'a yours was on the right track." AJ raises her half-finished drink and salutes you with it, tipping it back between her hooves as she takes a swig, exhaling at the alcoholic bite.

"I tell ya what, that's some damn fine bourbon they got here!"

"Thank you, Applejack. It's been quite the uphill battle, so it's good to see things pay off in the end." Rarity tilts her head, looking around for something, before turning back to AJ.

"I don't mean to pry, but wasn't Rainbow Dash supposed to be here with you? Provided you managed to get a hold of her, that is."

AJ rolls her eyes and points a hoof in the direction of the small crowd of ponies in the corner, the same ones you'd seen talking with the zebras. Now that you're looking for her, she stands out -- the tri-colored top of her mane sticking out like a sore thumb.

"She's over with them folks at that table. We got here about ten minutes before you did, Ah reckon. Ah wanted ta wait for y'all ta get here, but Rainbow wasn't havin' none'a that. Patience ain't exactly her best virtue."

As if on cue, Dash looks up in your direction and waves, clenching her glass between her teeth as she flaps over and settles beside AJ in an empty chair.

"Hey, guys! When did you get here?"

"Just now, actually," you answer, watching her take a long pull from her drink.

"That's cool. Hope ya don't mind if I got started early."

"Somehow I doubt we could have stopped you anyway," Rarity says with a soft laugh.

"Hey, you know me. I don't really like waiting."

"So we've heard," you quip. She finishes the rest of her drink and sets it down against the table, laughing to herself as she belches quietly.

"Girl, Ah told ya about usin' yer manners!" AJ scolds her, pulling the glass away. "Ain't polite ta be belchin' at the table, even if it is a bar."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. It's a bar, AJ. Nopony's gonna care."

"So," you ask before AJ and Dash can get into it again, "you girls thirsty? First round's on me."

"I suppose we could use a drink, couldn't we?" Rarity answers. "Fluttershy?"

"Oh, um, I'll just have a wat--"

"Ah just told ya 'bout those drinks, darlin'," AJ interrupts. "Somethin' nice and easy ta drink for her, like...a rum and sparkle, maybe? Easy on the rum."

"Okay, if you say so..."

"Ah do say so. As for mahself and Rainbow, Ah'll take a hard cider, and Dash'll have the same."

"Pfft, that's sissy stuff, AJ," Rainbow retorts, pulling the glass back towards her. "I can drink whiskey and stuff just fine."

"Yeah, that's what ya said last time, too. Ah ain't lettin' ya get shit-faced after only two drinks, Ah ain't in the mood for foalsittin' tonight."

Rarity rests a hoof on your waist and smiles up at you.

"I'll have whatever you have, darling. You know more about spirits than I do...barring wine, of course."

"Of course. So, just to make sure...rum and sparkle~cola, two hard ciders, and, let's say...a pair of whiskey sours? You like those, right hon?"

"That sounds delightful, thank you."

"Alright, I'll be right back, ladies. Don't leave without me, now."

The bartender looks up as you approach, passing a bottle to a patron a few seats down. The couple you passed a few minutes earlier are busy necking with each other, and the bartender has to shoo them away with an annoyed look. You greet him with a nod and take a seat on a stool, listing off your drinks of choice. You're impressed to see him mixing them with a flair of showmanship, spinning a few bottles around in the air with a stream of blue magic before tilting out exactly the right amounts of each.

"Not bad," you say as you take a few coins from your pouch, sliding them in his direction for a tip. "You could give bartenders back where I come from a run for their money."

"Heh, thanks," he replies, sliding the coins into a jar. "Name's Barley, by the way." He's likely from out of town -- it sounds distinctly like a Boston accent. Even his name comes out with the 'ah' sound, a definite 'Bahley'. You wonder what pun-based name Equestria's Boston has. "Pretty sure I've seen you in here before."

"Just once," you admit. "I'm actually surprised you remember me."

"Well hell, we don't get many tall, bipedal huma-thingies coming in here, now do we?"

"I suppose not," you laugh.

"That group of ladies with you? Quite the lookers, I gotta say. I've seen Applejack and that rainbow gal a few times, but the white unicorn and that yellow pegasus are new. You all together?" Barley pops open a bottle of Sparkle~Cola and pours half of it into a highball glass filled with ice, adding just a bit of rum to it -- any more and you're pretty sure Fluttershy would be on the floor after a drink or two.

"Yeah, that we are. Just doing some celebrating, that's all."

"Ya don't say? Well whatever it's for, congratulations!"

"Thanks. It'll be a nice relief to sit back and relax, it's been a stressful month or so for us."

The bartender flips a pair of wooden steins onto the counter, filling them with frothing cider.

"Alotta ponies comin' through here with stress problems, I'll tell ya that much. Even get a few zebras or gryphons that are passing on through. That's why I opened this bar in the first place; I figured, hell, if I can help some ponies forget about their troubles for a while, I'll have done somethin' good, ya know? A lot better place than Manehattan, that damn city's overrun with dives and corner joints. Had to come out here to make a livin'. So far, so good."

A pair of old-fashioned glasses join the menagerie of drinks on the counter.

"Whiskey Sours, huh? Don't get many folks orderin' that particular drink. More of a big-city kind of thing."

"Always been a favorite of mine." You pull a few ten-bit coins from your pouch, waiting for the total. "My grandfather actually let me have one when I was sixteen or so; said if I was old enough to work, I was old enough to share a drink with him. Been my standby ever since."

"Ain't that somethin'? Sounds like your grandpa had pretty good taste."

Barley pushes the collected drinks towards you with a smile, going over the prices in his head.

"Alright, that'll come out to...rum in that one, two ciders, whiskey...that'll come out to twenty-six bits."

Compared to some places you've been, it's not too bad of a price. You slide him thirty bits in coins and start grabbing the drinks between your fingers, hoping you don't end up spilling any.

"Keep the change, man."

"Hey, thanks, pal. You and your lady friends enjoy those drinks."

Trying to keep five drinks of different sizes from tipping over proves to be quite the challenge, but you manage to get them over to the table without losing a drop.

"Alright..." you shake your hand a few times, working out the soreness from your knuckles. "Rum and Sparkle for Miss Fluttershy, ciders for the hard-workin' girl and her impatient friend..."

"Hey!" Dash objects, causing AJ to chuckle and hit her on the back with a hoof.

"...aaaand a couple of sours for myself and my beautiful lady."

They offer you a chorus of thank-yous as you pass their drinks out. Dash already has her drink up to her lips as you interrupt her.

"Hold your horses, Dash." You suppress a laugh at the terrible joke.

"Ha Ha. Ponies, horses, I get it," she says with a shake of her head.

"So, I suppose I should propose a toast." You raise your glass in the air, prompting the girls to do the same. "Let's see...how about..to good friends, good times, and good lovin'!" Even in the dim lightning, you can see Rarity blush as the five of you clink your glasses and steins together. You decide to push your luck and call her out on it. "That's right, I'm talking about you, honey." She blushes even deeper, trying to force her expression to one of indignation.

"Oh for goodness' sake, darling, I'm sure nopony wants to hear about that!"

"I do," Dash adds with a sly smile before taking a drink of her cider.

"Rainbow, you always wanna know about that kinda stuff. Mind yer business, girl!" AJ tilts back her own mug and takes a long pull, exhaling with a satisfied 'ahhhh'.

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, Applejack! We're all adults here. I'm sure Rarity could teach us a thing or two..."

Teach us? AJ's eyes widen briefly before she nudges Dash with an elbow.

"It's too early for ya ta be actin' the fool, watch what ya say!"

"Whatever."

Rarity floats the glass to her mouth in a field of blue magic, giving you a bemused look over the rim.

"You're simply impossible sometimes, darling, I swear."

"You know you love it." You finally taste your own drink, smacking your lips approvingly at the taste -- just sweet enough, but still emphasizing the whiskey. Not bad.

"You're lucky that I do," she smiles as she moves the glass to the side, leaning in to give you a kiss before returning to her drink, her lips tasting pleasantly of lime juice. "This is quite good, by the way. Bit of a kick to it, isn't there?"

"Just a bit. Good drink to take your time with, it takes a good three or four before you start feeling it." You put your arm around her and run your free hand through her mane, being careful to avoid messing with her curls. "What do you think, Fluttershy? It's not too strong, is it?"

"Oh, no, it's fine, thank you," she says with a soft smile.

"So, AJ," you ask her, "How have you been lately? I imagine you've been busy, what with winter coming up and all that."

"That's the damn truth," she says with a nod. "Harvest season is just about over, and thank Celestia for that; Big Mac and mahself have been bustin' our rumps from sun-up ta sun-down for the last month and a half. It's damn hard work, but it's gotta be done, else Ponyville's gonna be a might hungry come winter." She chugs her cider, slamming the empty stein down on the table. "Ya ever tried ta buck four hundred acres worth'a apple trees?"

"Can't say I have, no..." You're pretty sure you couldn't kick the apples from one tree, much less several thousand of them. You have to remind yourself frequently that ponies are stronger than they look -- AJ's gotta have some serious power in those legs of hers. Probably buck your head clean off your shoulders if you pissed her off.

"Well Ah'll tell ya, it ain't easy. You know how many assholes think Ah'm some stupid hick 'cause Ah speak with this here accent? Like farmin's easy or somethin'! Ah bet if Ah gave 'em a hundred acres and a pack'a seeds, they'd be dead before the year was up! Ain't as simple as diggin' a hole and pourin' some water. Ya gotta know about soil rotation, temperature variances, parasites, keepin' critters away, the optimum time ta harvest, when to plant the next crop, so-on and so-forth."

She grimaces at the thought, pushing her wooden stein towards the center of the table.

"Ah'll take another whenever y'all are ready."

"Well, I knew a few farmers when I was growing up, I know that shit can't be easy. If it's any consolation, you've definitely got my respect for all the hard work you do. I probably couldn't even do that kinda thing day in and day out." You slide her the rest of your drink, which she knocks back in one gulp. The girl can drink, that's for sure.

"Thanks, sugarcube. For the vote'a confidence and the drink, Ah mean. Ah can bitch about it, but Ah wouldn't wanna do anything else. Me and Mac, we got a good thing goin' with that farm. Ah keep tellin' him he needs ta go out and look for a mare, do somethin' besides walk around the farm all day, but he ain't hearin' none'a that." She laughs with a shake of her head, "That boy's strong as an ox, and 'bout as thick-headed as one, too."

You're surprised to see Dash bolt back to the table -- you weren't even aware she was gone.

"Hey, hey Applejack...what...what are you talkin' about?"

AJ cocks an eyebrow, and gives Dash a once-over, noting the slight wobble to her hovering.

"You know...just discussin' the farm and all that. The hay did you disappear off to, anyway? One second you were sittin' right here, and the next you're gone."

"Those ponies over there are from Las Pegasus," she says the last words in an excited whisper, chortling at herself. It's only then that you notice the glass clutched between her hooves.

"What in the world...that ain't a cider cup, sugar. You had another drink already?"

"Lighten up, AJ! They've heard of me, you know. I'm fff-famous. Heheh.."

"Yer drunk is what ya are. Damnit, girl, Ah thought Ah told ya ta hold off on the drinks for a while, didn't Ah? You know you can't hold yer liquor worth a flyin' feather!"

"Pffft, whatever. I can hold my liquor just--" she wobbles in mid-air, taking a second to steady herself, "--just fine, thank you."

Rarity jumps in, having seen this side of Dash at least once before...that you know of.

"Rainbow, darling, you should really slow down. We've only been here half an hour...it's quite hard to hold a nice conversation with friends when you're already three sheets to the wind, so to speak."

"Relax, Rarity. Hic! Hahaha..."

You glance over at Rarity, who has an increasingly annoyed look on her face.

"Perhaps I should rephrase that...sit." Dash's body is surrounded by blue magic, and she's unceremoniously yanked from the air and deposited onto the chair. While she's at it, Rarity pulls the half-empty glass from her friend's arms, putting it far out of reach.

"Hey! I was drinking that..."

"So we noticed. Now, you're going to sit here and hold polite conversation with your friends, whether you want to or not. And I suggest you don't attempt to run off again, because I assure you I have more control over my magic right now than you do over your wings, darling."

"Next round," AJ adds, "yer gettin' water. Or a soda, or somethin'."

Dash crosses her forelegs and puts on a grumpy pout, not too thrilled at being reprimanded.

"She'll get over it. How 'bout y'all? Rainbow tells me you've been havin' some troubles with a...Cash Mirror...or somethin'."

"Cashmere," Rarity corrects her. "Yes, I'm afraid so. It's been...well, it's been a very turbulent month since she's returned. It's quite a long story, I'm afraid..."

"Well, Ah ain't got nothin' but time, sugarcube. Why don't ya tell me all about it? Maybe ol' AJ can help ya...after Ah buy this round, anyways. Be back in a jiffy."

AJ takes off with a coin pouch in her mouth, letting you spend a few minutes talking with Rarity.

"She really is quite the hard worker," Rarity says as she finishes her drink. "In a lot of ways, she and I are very much alike. True, I may work in textiles and gems, and Applejack works with produce and farm equipment, but at the end of the day, we both have to know our jobs inside and out. I've nothing but the deepest respect for her."

Dash looks up from her slightly drunken stupor and eyes you.

"You know, controlling the weather isn't exactly...hic...a walk in the park! I bet you guys couldn't, like, create a thunderstorm or something. Much less create a thunderstorm that won't wreck half of Ponyville. That stuff takes a lot of work!"

She folds her forelegs together and rests her head on the table, looking a little more sullen than she did a few minutes ago.

"Nopony ever tells me I did a good job..."

Rarity sticks a hoof out and places it gently on Dash's head.

"Oh, darling, you needn't concern yourself with such things! I don't doubt your ability for a single second. After all, no other pegasus can create sonic rainbooms on demand, now can they?"

Dash taps the table with a hoof.

"...no, I guess not."

"And who was chosen as the head of the Cloudsdale water funneling team? Um, not to mention helping me overcome my fears and get enough wingpower to make sure it worked?" Fluttershy adds.

"...I was."

"You see, darling? We all think you're simply marvelous at what you do. Even if you do tend to imbibe your drinks a bit too quickly." Rarity gives her a reassuring smile and runs her hoof through Dash's multicolored mane.

"Yeah, I get it. I'm sorry, I get emotional when I drink. Not cool."

"Don't you worry about it, my dear. Try to enjoy yourself, won't you? Just at a moderate pace, that's all."

"Okay, point taken. But if you two start making out, I'm totally outta here."

Applejack returns with another round of drinks a moment later, balancing a tray on her head.

"Wow, I'm impressed," you say as you grab a drink for you and Rarity, then pass one to Fluttershy. "Thanks for the drinks, AJ."

"Ain't nothin', sugar. Ah've done this plenty'a times before." She grabs the last drink and sets it in front of Dash, pointing a hoof at her. "Now, Ah got ya another cider, Rainbow, because Ah can't very well have ya sittin' here without somethin' to enjoy, but ya gotta go through it slow, a'right? Promise me."

"I...I promise. Thanks, AJ."

"Think nothin' of it, darlin'. Now," she turns to face you and Rarity, "why don't ya tell me all about this here Cashmere woman?"

You and Rarity spend the better part of half an hour going over Rarity's history with her old friend, Cashmere's subsequent return, and the drama and worry she's put you through ever since. AJ listens intently through the whole thing, keeping her thoughts to herself, but making it clear that she's paying attention.

What you don't mention, of course, is Fluttershy's situation. Even though you have your suspicions about AJ and Dash's 'friendship', you don't bring it up...calling that into question would likely mean that Dash would wonder why Fluttershy has been spending so much time around the two of you. The last thing you wanna do is involve Fluttershy in any unnecessary drama.

Rarity finally finishes the story, giving AJ pause to consider what she's just heard.

"Hmmm....so, ya say she's promised ta basically ruin ya, right? But yer unsure of exactly how she'd go about doin' such a thing."

"Yeah, pretty much. We were actually hoping you could give us some insight on this. You've been on the farm your whole life, you must have some experience with conflict."

"That Ah do, sugarcube. Though if Ah'm honest, it's been a good while. Hay, the last time I can think of somethin' like yer situation happenin' was when those Flim Flam brothers showed up with their fancy-ass cider machine. Showed 'em what for, though."

After three drinks, you can feel the onset of a buzz coming. Apparently, so can Rarity. She glances up at you from time to time, and her eyes unfocus for just a second. You're not sure how long she's going to last. You hope AJ can dispense her advice before Rarity can't remember anything from tonight...

"Ah ain't never had an old friend come back seekin' vengeance, though. But if she's as bad as y'all say, Ah reckon Ah could help ya."

"That would be lovely, Applejack." Rarity looks up and blows a kiss at you, wobbling just a little.

"Hmm...so, let's say Cashmere ain't screwin' around no more. Gloves are off, she's goin' in swingin' from now on. What could she do ta put the spurs ta ya? Well, by my reckonin', she's got a few options. One: She could outright slander y'all's business and good names. Make up lies and spread them around town. Judgin' by how liked ya generally are in Ponyville, Rarity, Ah'd say that's probably not the best option. Lotta folks know ya 'round here, so yer probably safe from that."

"That's good to know, darling. Any...any avenue of approach that we can cut off to Cashmere would be marv..marvelous. Oh, my, I believe those drinks are starting to catch up with me..."

"Hey, focus, girl! Ah'm tryin' ta save ya a heap'a trouble."

Rarity shakes her head to clear the haze.

"Right, my apologies, Applejack. You were saying?"

"Like Ah was sayin', if slander ain't gonna work, then she's got a few options. She could either go after yer business directly, by trying ta undercut ya, but she stands to lose a lotta money that way. That, or she could simply try to gain and keep more customers than you. Any idea how she's been doin' on that front?"

"I couldn't really say," Rarity admits, "I haven't had the chance to find out such a thing, and the majority of my customers stay as my customers. I imagine she does decently, though. Otherwise she wouldn't have reached her current level of success."

"Well...there's always the less-than-legal avenues, sugarcube. You think she'd do somethin' like that ta get a leg up on ya?"

From what you've seen of Cashmere, you'd definitely say it's possible.

"I wouldn't rule it out," you tell her flatly. "Not in the least. Cashmere is an unrelenting bitch with a serious grudge...so yeah, I'd say it's possible that she could pull some under-handed bullshit. What'd you have in mind?"

"Honestly? She could go after a close acquaintance. Friend, family, somethin' like that. Smear their good name, try to out them as some sort of miscreant or criminal or some-such Maybe reveal a secret y'all rather keep hidden. Ah mean, hell, we all got our secrets, after all."

"And failing that?"

Applejack shrugs, admitting, "There ain't much but physical violence left after that, sugarcube. Ah'd really hope this Cashmere woman ain't one for physical violence."

"She can fuckin' try," you growl over the rim of your glass, less than enthused at the idea of the two-toned mare trying to physically harm you or Rarity. "But no, I don't see Cashmere as the violent type. Bitchy? Yes. Conniving? Absolutely. Physically violent? Eh, probably not."

Rarity nods in agreement.

"Yes, for all the things she may be, she is most certainly not a fighter. We can probably rule th-that one out, fortunately. And good thing, too! I would tear her to...pieces. Hahaha...pieces."

"But yeah, y'all just keep an eye out. Expect the unexpected. That sorta thing. Afraid all Ah can give ya is some vague ideas, not specifics."

AJ puts a hoof to her face as Rarity nearly stumbles out of her chair.

"Ah swear ta Celestia, am Ah the only one here who can hold her liquor?"

"Hey, I'm still sober. Mostly." You tip back the rest of your drink, pushing your glass away.

"Yeah, well, yer about twice my size, sugar. Ya ain't got no excuse if ya reach yer limit before Ah do. Heh."

"Fair enough. I'd get another round for us, but I think if we get another drink in Rarity she's gonna end up being carried home on my back. Again."

Rarity looks up at you and pokes your stomach with a hoof, a half-sober smile on her face.

"Oh come now, dar -hic!- darling. You know you like it when I ride you. Mmhmmhmm..."

"Whoa, easy there, Rarity," AJ says with a disbelieving laugh. "Probably ain't somethin' ya wanna be discussin' in public."

"DO IT." Dash lifts up from her seat, teetering in the air as she stares at the two of you. "Come on, let's hear the details!"

"Details? Rainbow, darling, you've no idea how wonderful it is some...sometimes. Did...did you know that he can do this thing where he takes two fingers and sticks--"

"OKAY," you interrupt before it can get too personal, "I think you've reached your limit, honey. Maybe we should call it a night."

"Pfft, you're -hic!- no fun, my dear. You are lucky that I, Rarity, the FASHIONISTA EXTRAORDINARE OF PONYVILLE, am such...such a...okay, perhaps you're right." She hides her face behind her hooves and laughs quietly. Oh, great, you tell yourself, now she's gonna be hungover in the morning.

"Yeah, I think it's time we part ways, ladies," you say as you gather the empty glasses in the middle of the table. "Been a lot of fun, though."

"That it has. Been real nice talkin' with y'all, we should do this again some time soon. Apologies 'bout Rainbow, she'll learn one day. Hopefully..." AJ tips her hat at you, climbing down from her chair and putting a hoof around Dash's neck. "Come on, darlin', let's get ya to the barn before ya fall asleep on the floor. Again."

Dash fidgets under AJ's grasp, but eventually gives up.

"Please, Applejack, I'm not that drunk. Just a little...feather-headed. Haha."

"Feather-brained, more like it," AJ mutters.

Rarity hops down and tilts to the side for a moment before regaining her balance.

"Come, my dear friends. Come over and give Miss Rarity a squeeze." Dash trots over and wraps her and Fluttershy in a tight embrace, scooting over to make room for AJ as they have a big group hug. It'd be touching if two of them weren't mostly drunk.

"Don't just stand there, darling," she says as she looks over her shoulder at you, "this is your night of celebration as well. You mustn't stand there like a wallflower."

You give them a warm smile and embrace them all, putting an arm around Rarity and Fluttershy.

"Ah dunno 'bout y'all, but Ah had a mighty fine time tonight. Thanks for comin', girls. And gent, of course. It's good ta see y'all."

"Most definitely, darling. Thank you for your advice, Applejack. I'm sure it will be invaluable."

"Think nothin' of it. Y'all just let me know what's happenin' with her, a'right? If she gives ya too much trouble, Ah'll put little miss Cash in her place, you can count on that one." AJ props Dash up with a foreleg, supporting her to the best of her ability. "Come on, Rainbow. Ah can't get ya a cloud or nothin', but the guest room should be a'right for now."

You wait for Dash and AJ to walk off, then turn your attention to Rarity.

"You alright to walk, baby?"

"I believe so, yes. Some cool air should help clear my mind a bit, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, we'll see. What about you, Fluttershy?"

"Oh, I'm just fine, thank you. I had a very nice time. Though I am..." she gives a deep yawn and scratches her side, "...I am getting pretty tired. Bed sounds good right now."

"That's for sure. Let's just get home, ladies."

You put an arm around each of their necks, and walk out into the cool night air feeling satisfied, reassured...and just a little bit drunk.

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By the time you finally get home, the alcohol in your system has finally taken a hold of you. Focusing on things becomes a little harder, and you have to fumble with your keys to find the right one. You swear at the wrong key as you jam it into the lock, wondering why it's not working, before realizing it's the wrong size. Finally, the door lock clacks open and you push your way inside, having enough of a state of mind to remove your shoes in the entrance way.

"Goodness, but it's good to be back," Rarity says with a yawn.

"No kidding. Ugh, I'm gonna regret this in the morning. Hope we're stocked on coffee, hon."

"If we're not, then I'm going to cry. I will literally cry! Hahaha..."

You click off the light as you walk past the light switch, following behind the two mares on the way up to the bedroom. The closer you get, the better sleep is sounding. Just you in a nice, comfortable bed, wedged between a couple of beautiful mares. Yeah, that definitely sounds good.

You fall onto the bed with a sigh of relief, fairly sure that you could fall asleep right here and now, even without removing any clothes.

"Oh, man, that's sooo much better," you say groggily, rubbing your head against the sheets.

Rarity climbs up beside you and throws her forelegs around you, wasting no time as she presses her body against yours and kisses you passionately. Fluttershy lays beside you and just watches you quietly; you catch her rubbing her head out of the corner of your eye. She probably hasn't been to a bar in a long time.

"I'm so glad...we went out...for those drinks," Rarity says between breaths, smiling as she pulls back. "Goodness, but it felt good to unwind. Wouldn't you agree, darling?"

"Definitely, baby. That was fun! Though I think that alcohol did a number on you, heheh."

"Perhaps. It does feel like I'm rather...disjointed, at the moment. I really can't complain, though. I feel like I could...oh..." She doesn't finish her sentence, instead grabbing you and pulling you back in to kiss her, grinding her body against you as she exhales with a voice dripping with desire.

You notice Fluttershy blush nervously and glance away from you.

"Honey, I don't mean to interrupt, but...you gotta remember that Fluttershy's here. So, you know...maybe take it a little easier for now?" At least the logical part of your brain is still functional...even if the baser side of you wants to rip your clothes off and do filthy, unspeakable things to Rarity. She'd very much enjoy it, but still...

Rarity clears her throat and looks over at her friend.

"Ah, yes...my apologies, Fluttershy. I forget that such a thing might make you uncomfortable."

"Oh, it's okay," she replies, "I, umm, I should probably go in the other room. I'll leave you to your privacy..."

"Hold on, darling. Before you do...I just wanted to thank you for all of the hard work you've put into this store lately, even with your...current...current job at the cottage. You've been nothing but helpful since the day you joined us, and I'm proud to call you my best friend. I love you more than I can put into words. So, I'm not going to put it into words. Instead, I shall simply do this..."

Rarity puts a foreleg behind Fluttershy's head and pulls her in, running her free hoof through Fluttershy's long, pink hair as she kisses her. Fluttershy's eyes widen for a moment, but she quickly relents and accepts the show of affection, closing her eyes and using the liquid courage coursing through her body to put her own foreleg behind Rarity's back, yanking her closer as she slowly builds up the nerve to slip her tongue into Rarity's mouth.

"A little aggressive are we, my dear? I must say, I quite enjoy this side of you."

Fluttershy smiles with a look you haven't seen from her before -- one that you've only seen coming from Rarity. The unmistakable look of passion and a deep caring born of love. It's very sweet...and, you have to admit, pretty damn hot. Rarity notices you looking over at them and bites her lip, smiling as she steps over to your chest with a wobble of her legs.

"Don't think I've for -hic!- forgotten about you, darling. Oh, no no no no! In fact, I think we should do something to ease that tension..."

Between the alcohol clouding your mind and the endorphins flooding your system, you can't find the words to object. Fluttershy looks at you, still breathing heavily, and you motion her over. A surge of desire washes over you as you pull her down on top of you, kissing her neck and shoulder, listening to the small gasps she lets out as you do. You can idly feel Rarity tugging uselessly at your belt with her teeth, and it only makes you want to press on. All you can think about is the feeling of Fluttershy's lips against yours, the soft coat covering her body as it presses against your skin.

You want to go further, your body is screaming at you to go further, all you have to do is...

STOP. Something inside you snaps you out of your stupor, suddenly bringing the reality of your situation crashing down on you. This isn't right, your mind tells you, they're both drunk. You're drunk. It would be meaningless. You'll only regret it later.

"What's wrong?" Fluttershy asks you as you sit up, putting a hand to your head to clear what remains of the haze. Temporarily, at least.

"I'm sorry, we can't do this. Not now, not like this. I wouldn't feel right about it. You understand, don't you, honey?"

You look down at Rarity, still face-down against the crotch of your pants.

"Honey? You okay?"

You nudge her shoulder and she mutters something before burying her face in your pants again, snoring quietly. You can't help but laugh -- she didn't just fall asleep, she passed the hell out.

"You see what I mean, Fluttershy? We're not in any condition to do something so...final. You know?"

She nods her head and bites her lip nervously, feeling a little ashamed for her actions.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Like I said, I don't usually drink very much..."

"It's alright, I think we all have some clouded judgment right now. At least we're able to see that. If anything, I should apologize for not thinking straight. I wouldn't necessarily mind if you became closer to us, but this might be too quick." You smile and place an arm around her, exhaling deeply as you calm yourself down. You take a few minutes to simply sit in silence with her, letting Fluttershy rest her head on your shoulder.

"I guess Rarity had a little too much," she says with a soft giggle.

"No kidding. Hold on a sec..."

You reach down between your legs and gently nudge Rarity's shoulder, trying to wake her as gently as possible.

"Rarity? Hey, wake up for me, baby."

She stirs awake with a deep breath, looking around confusedly.

"Hmm? What...what's happening?"

"You passed out, honey."

"I did? What was I doing?" She looks down at the drool mark on your pants, jerking her head back with a start. "Oh goodness, what was I doing? The last thing I recall is walking upstairs...are you alright?"

"I'm fine, baby," you say with a laugh, helping her sit back up. "Don't worry about it, I think we had too much to drink tonight."

"Oh! Fluttershy! Are you feeling okay, darling?"

"I'm okay, Rarity," she replies. "Umm, we should probably just get some sleep..."

"Sleep? Yes, sleep sounds quite lovely." Rarity steps toward the head of the bed before noticing your clothes. "You're still wearing those? Come now, you know you don't sleep like that. And those pants are dirty." She focuses her magic, albeit in a half-asleep state, managing to drag your pants and boxers down half way before deciding it's good enough and flopping onto her pillow. You pull them off the rest of the way yourself and crawl to your favorite pillow, pulling the sheets and blankets up over you and the mares on either side of you.

Rarity winces at the light from the nightstand, clicking it off with an annoyed grunt and a burst of magic.

"That's better," she says with a deep yawn. "Good night, darling. I had a wonderful time."

You decide to not mention her moment with Fluttershy, figuring that she'll likely forget it in the morning anyway.

"Good night, baby. Sleep tight."

I hope I don't have to explain this in the morning, you think to yourself, this is gonna be one hell of a weird discussion.

With the remaining alcohol in your system still flowing through you, you lay your head down and focus on nothing in particular, hoping to ease the inevitable hangover when you wake up.

It can wait until morning.

Chapter Twelve: In Vino Bellezza

You could have sworn your jacket was boxed up in the closet. Where else could it have gone? You distinctly remember putting it away last year, right alongside your knit cap and gloves...and yet, there's an empty space there now. If you can't find your jacket, things are going to be unpleasant, to say the least. Not enough time to have Rarity make a new one, either, especially on such short notice.

You call out to Rarity, who's busy sorting through cold-weather gear with Fluttershy in the hallway.

"Hey, baby? Have you seen my jacket anywhere?"

"Have you tried the box in the closet?" she yells back.

"Yeah, it's gone! But all of my other stuff is still here for whatever reason!"

"I'm sure it'll turn up somewhere, darling! I'll keep an eye out for you!"

You grumble and go back to the storage box, pulling out what remains -- a dark red and gray knit cap, a pair of thick, black gloves, and a red scarf. At least it's something. They join a folded set of clothing sitting at the bottom of a backpack -- though it's less of a backpack and more of a drawstring bag with shoulder straps. At least it fits.

Most of the morning has been spent digging winter clothing out of boxes and drawers, all in preparation for something that was literally decided upon without any previous planning -- a trip up to the Frostvalley Meadows area.

When you woke up this morning, the onset of a mild hangover throbbing away at your temples, taking a trip wasn't even something you'd have remotely considered. Given the events of last night, and the drunken threesome that nearly took place, you spent a good couple of hours downstairs by yourself while the girls slept, drinking an ungodly amount of coffee in an effort to ease the headache away. It didn't work -- you ended up with a throbbing headache and a jittery caffeine rush. You're pretty sure you would have worn a hole in the floor if you paced back and forth any longer.

When they finally woke up, you were relieved to find that they didn't seem to remember most of what happened after you got home. That, or they've simply chosen to not speak about it.

Rarity was delighted when you presented them with some breakfast after they'd had the chance to regain their bearings; nothing too fancy, just a couple of omelets and some spiced home fries.

While you were eating breakfast, Rarity brought up the idea of taking a day trip somewhere. It would help set your minds at ease for what is sure to be a busy week, she said, what with the Hearth's Warming Eve celebration just a month away, not to mention the inevitable rush at your construction job to complete as many buildings as quickly as possible before snow starts falling. Her suggestion was a short trip up to the Frostvalley Meadows area, which sits at the base of the Swayback mountains. The name sounded familiar -- it was the same place that she'd mentioned as making the bottle of wine you all uncorked in celebration of finishing the half-off sale day. Apparently they have a few small cottages they rent out for a modest price, and it comes with a free wine tasting and tour of the vineyard...though you're not sure exactly how many grapes you're likely to find in nearly freezing temperatures.

Still, it sounded like a nice little escape, and the relatively short distance meant that you could be back in the early morning, just in time to head off to work. Even if it involves waking up earlier than you'd prefer.

As a result, it's been a mad dash to recover the packed-away winter clothing for yourself and Rarity. At least it's been easy for Fluttershy; as a pegasus, she's practically immune to temperature variations, except for extreme hot or cold. Even so, Rarity insisted on giving her an extra scarf and set of snow boots. They went into a pair of saddlebags...saddlebags that are otherwise filled to the brim with Rarity's winter outfits. You tried to tell her that three jackets, a sweater, four scarves, two sets of snow boots, three hats, and a pair of leggings just might be a bit excessive for less than twenty-four hours, but you knew it was pretty much a losing battle from the moment you mentioned it. I simply can't go without a matching ensemble, she said. Oh well. She's carrying it anyway, and she somehow managed to squeeze it all into a pair of moderately-sized saddlebags.

Which brings you to your current situation. Somehow, you've managed to lose your red jacket over the course of less than a year. If you didn't know any better, you'd swear it just walked out on its own. You push the box away with a quiet swear and shove it back into the corner of the closet, then step out into the hallway to see how the girls are doing. At least they've had better luck than you have.

"Did you find it, dear?" Rarity asks as she levitates a hat onto her head -- a small, fuzzy, round little number with off-white wool wrapped around it.

"No, and I looked freakin' everywhere for it..."

"Hmm...have you tried Sweetie's guest room? We may have put it in the extra closet and forgotten about it."

You give a shrug and step into the spare room, flicking on the light. Sweetie Belle hasn't been by in weeks, but Rarity keeps her room immaculately clean and tidy just in case. Several drawings and art projects dot the walls, little gifts from Sweetie to her big sister. Hanging over the bed is a tacked-up set of cursive letters spelling out Sweetie's name, made from stitched-together bits of fabric on a gold background. Rarity made it for her several years ago, when Sweetie was still just a young foal, and it's been up there ever since.

Off to one side of the room is a set of sliding double doors, which you pull open in the hopes of finding your long-lost jacket. Not that you haven't had to face the cold before -- Celestia knows you had to put up with many a freezing hour standing in formation during basic training at all hours of the night -- it's just that you'd rather not put yourself through it again if you can avoid it.

The closet is mostly empty, just a few old dresses of Rarity's and some stacked boxes of old memorabilia. Tucked away in the corner, though, is something that catches your eye. Something red. Something definitely not made to fit a pony.

"Oh, thank god. Finally!" You pull out the jacket and sigh with relief, eagerly putting it on to see if it still fits. It's just a tiny bit tighter around your chest and stomach than it used to be...maybe Rarity was right about going by Sugarcube Corner so much...

"Hey, honey, check it out! You were right, it was in the closet in here."

"Fabulous!" she exclaims. "Bring it out so we can take a look, won't you?"

You close the closet back up and flick off the light, stepping into the hallway.

"What do you think? Still looks good, right?"

"I'm surprised it still fits you, darling! I wasn't sure if it would still be properly sized after a year. You understand. Turn around for me so I can check for any damage."

You do so, brushing the dust off your shoulders and chest as you turn. You're a little alarmed when you hear Rarity gasp. That can't be good...

"Something up, babe? Is it ripped or something? I didn't get a chance to look at the back of it."

"Oh, no...it's not...not ripped or anything." You can hear her hiding a laugh behind your back, and even Fluttershy sounds like she's doing the same. Yep, this is definitely bad.

"What? What's so funny?" You crane your head around to try and get a look over your shoulder, but you can't see anything obvious.

"I do believe your jacket may now be the property of Sweetie Belle!" Rarity bursts out laughing, having to cover her mouth with a foreleg. "Though I must say, darling, you look simply fabulous with rhinestones!"

"The hell...?" You whip off your jacket and turn it around...and notice two large, cursive letters written out in small, purple and blue gems: 'SB'.

"Oh for cryin' out loud! Come on!"

Your reaction only makes them laugh harder, though you can't find anything but annoyance at the current situation.

...okay, maybe it is a little funny. But come on, that was your favorite jacket! Hell, that was your only jacket! And now you're gonna be forced to walk around for god-knows-how-long with Sweetie's initials emblazoned into your back. Wonderful.

"Oh come now, darling! It's not that bad! I must say, I'm rather impressed with Sweetie's ability to arrange them so neatly!"

"It's very, um...sparkly." Fluttershy adds with a giggle.

Sparkly. That's great. Just great!

You stuff the 'sparkly' jacket into your backpack while mumbling to yourself in annoyance, hoping you won't have to actually use it.

"You've been needing a new jacket anyway, dear. Now you simply have a better excuse, hmm?"

"Yeah, thrilled to have an excuse. Just thrilled. I gotta wear this out in public now? No way, hon. Not happening."

Rarity waves a dismissive hoof as she floats the last of her clothing into her saddlebags.

"At least it's not too terribly cold out at the moment. You should be fine with a long-sleeve shirt. Once we start getting higher in elevation, however...well, at least the vineyard and surrounding area should be relatively quiet. Don't fret it, darling."

You sling the backpack around you and pull on the straps, making sure it's tight. Although it's supposed to be an uneventful taxi wagon ride up to the winery -- and thankfully not a pegasus taxi -- there's still a bit of a walk to the location itself. The last thing you need is to have the straps chafing.

"I'm ready whenever you girls are."

"We'll be just a moment, I want to make sure we've brought everything necessary." Rarity checks over the contents of her saddlebags, going through a mental checklist. It's mostly clothing, but half of one bag has a moderate selection of food tucked away. That way, she says, you can have everything ready to prepare dinner later on. You're hoping the vineyard has some fresh items available, but you can make do with what you've got. At least the cabin has full electrical appliances, even if you're going to have to rely on a fireplace for warmth. Rarity assures you it won't be as bad as you think; you're willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she's the only one who's been up to the place before.

"I have to admit that I'm a little excited," Fluttershy says with a soft smile, "I've never been around Frostvalley Meadows. I've seen it from Cloudsdale a few times, and it always looked very nice. Very green in the spring, though I've never seen it in the winter. I imagine it's probably snowing decently up that way. At least, that's what I'd assume. The weather team tries to keep that area at least partially covered with snow during the winter so that the animals will know to keep hibernating."

"So do we have everything? I'd prefer to get there before it gets dark, or it's gonna be freezing before we can even start up that fireplace." Patience. Not exactly one of your virtues.

Rarity finishes looking through her pink saddlebags and levitates them across her back, clasping them shut with a soft 'click'.

"I believe so, yes. We'll lock up the Boutique and make our way to the taxi center...shouldn't be more than a fifteen minute walk, if we hurry. Hopefully there's one available to take us all that way."

You make your way downstairs with the two mares in tow, giving the Boutique a once-over to make sure all of the lights are out and the appliances are turned off.

"I realize this is short notice, but I think we'll have a marvelous time. I'm relatively sure that there will be a cottage available; not many ponies know that Ruby and Cabernet even offer such a service. Besides, it will make for a nice change of scenery, don't you think? We haven't seen snow in quite some time."

"Could be nice, yeah. At least we don't have to shovel our way out of it like we did after that blizzard last year. That was a pain and a half."

"I thought you might enjoy that part," she replies with a grin. "Now, let's not delay, hmm? Hopefully we can make it there by midday."

==========

Frostvalley Meadows.

It certainly lives up to its name; less than half-way there you were forced to throw on your (now fabulous) jacket, lest the freezing cold turn you into a large popsicle. You helped Rarity into her extensive winter outfit, thankful that the passenger wagon had some spare room so you could stretch your arms out without bumping into anything. To say that she was well-prepared would be putting it lightly -- her full ensemble consisted of a large, white, two-piece jacket that fully covered her all the way down to her hind legs (complete with a fuzzy collar around her neck), black leggings, bright red elbow gloves tucked into the arms of her jacket, and a matching set of black snow boots. As always, she finished it off with a hat -- the fuzzy hat she was trying on earlier.

If you had to describe it in one word, it would be 'classy'. It reminds you of the winter fashions worn by the glamorous movie starlets of the forties.

"How do I look?" she asks as she bounces a curl of purple hair with a hoof.

"Like you're ready to step into movie screen," you reply with a smile.

"Always a flatterer," she giggles quietly. Rarity nestles her head against your shoulder and sighs with relief, enjoying the cold air and the beautiful scenery. You have to hand it to her, it really is stunning up here. There's a layer of snow, a few inches deep at most, just as you'd expected, but the bare branches of the trees at lower altitudes have given way to vast expanses of evergreens and towering pine trees. Running alongside the unpaved road is a small stream, maybe a few feet wide; it quietly babbles as you travel along with it.

"I have to admit, you were absolutely right, baby." You run your fingers through the lengths of hair not covered by her hat.

"Hmm? About what, darling?"

"It's amazing up here. Really beautiful. Doesn't hurt that I've got a couple of equally gorgeous mares resting against me," you add with a quiet laugh. Fluttershy is still passed out against your other arm, having fallen asleep nearly half an hour ago. The cold doesn't seem to bother her in the least. You haven't seen her shiver or fidget even once.

"Aww, thank you, dear." She leans up and gives you a kiss before nuzzling back against your arm. "It is quite nice up here, isn't it? The last time I was up here was for a business trip. I'd been hoping to obtain a few bottles of wine for a get-together with some of Ponyville's more well-known business ponies, and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the owners of the winery were simply marvelous ponies in their own right. I wonder if they'll remember me..."

"Is that the same trip you got that nine-ninety-seven wine from?"

She nods, continuing, "Indeed it is! Ever since that day, I've been wanting to take a full trip up this way to enjoy the scenery. Now that you're in my life, I believe I have the perfect excuse to do so. After all, what's better than sharing something with the one you love?"

"Nothing that I can think of," you answer, wrapping your arm around her waist and squeezing her against you.

"Really? Nothing? Are you sure about that...?" She asks with a wry grin, gently biting one of your fingertips and flicking her tongue over it.

"Well...maybe one thing." You hope the pair of stallions pulling the wagon aren't watching her flirt with you.

"Hmmhmm, I thought so. You know, this provides us with a unique opportunity. I've always wanted to be...intimate...near the warmth of a fireplace. Shame the Boutique doesn't have one." Rarity lowers her voice just above a whisper and leans in closer. "Perhaps we can make the most of our situation tonight, hmm?"

"I think I'd like that," you reply, running your hand down her jacket and slipping it into her lower leggings. You can't quite reach anything sensitive, but you're pretty sure you got your point across.

"We'll call it a date then, darling." She gives you another kiss, longer and slower this time, pulling back with a loving smile sooner than you'd have hoped for. "It's still a ways to the vineyard, dear. Why don't you just close your eyes and catch a nap? I believe Fluttershy has had the right idea for some time now."

You can't argue with the idea. You glance up at the two earth ponies pulling the passenger wagon, who are busy talking amongst themselves as they make their way up the winding road.

Not finding much else to do, you shut your eyes and lay your head against Rarity's, the gentle bumping of the wagon lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

==========

"Rise and shine, darling." You feel a pair of hooves gently nudging your shoulder, causing you to wake up with a slight jump. "My apologies, dear, I didn't mean to startle you. We're finally here."

You stretch your arms out and yawn, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up. The wagon has stopped, the two stallions up front excitedly talking with Fluttershy as she hovers just in front of them, gesturing wildly. Probably telling them a story of one of her adventures.

You take a look at your surroundings through half-closed eyes, squinting against the midday sun. The dense pine forest has opened up to a large, circular, snow-covered farm area with dozens of tiers of growing space. Innumerable short, wooden posts are spaced out along the tiers, lengths of wire stretched between them, many of them covered in dark red grapes and shriveled leaves. They don't look dead, just...frozen.

A large building -- you'd guess it to be the processing and storage building -- sits nestled in the center, right alongside a smaller home. Plumes of white smoke waft up from the chimney, and you can see the silhouettes of a pair of ponies in the windows.

Finally, off to one side, a row of three small, rustic-looking cottages are spaced out in a line. Two of them are obviously occupied, but a third sits dormant. Good to see that the trip wasn't for nothing.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" Rarity asks, stepping down from the wagon.

"Yeah it is. I wasn't expecting it to be so...big."

You step down and grab your backpack, then help Rarity secure her saddlebags to her back.

"It would seem they've expanded since I was last here! There were only two cabins then, and maybe half as much growing space. Farmland. Whatever they call it. The owners must have been quite successful! Oh, maybe they can give us some pointers!" she adds with a soft laugh.

"You folks enjoy your trip?" one of the stallions asks, temporarily unhitching himself from the yoke.

"That we did, my good sir," Rarity answers with a polite nod. "It was quite the pleasant journey. Do you gentlestallions get out this way often?"

"Once in a while. Not many ponies know about this place, it seems. Nice change of scenery, you know? Beats trips into the Everfree Forest again, I can tell ya that! At least we get hazard pay for that, though."

Any job with an occupational hazard of 'eaten by hydra and/or other mythical creature' probably isn't something to be taken lightly.

"Anyway, just wanted to see if you folks needed any help with your bags or something. It's complimentary."

"I appreciate the offer, but I think we can manage. It's just a one day trip, so we packed light."

"Relatively..." you add quietly. Bringing enough winter clothing for four ponies isn't really 'packing light'.

"Alright, just making sure. You folks sure were quiet on the way up here, usually we get passengers who just can't stop talking. Not that my brother and I really care, mind you, it's just nice to have a change of pace. You understand." The unhitched pony gives a look at the wagon wheels and undercarriage, lightly kicking them with a leg to make sure they're still tight.

Now that you give the two ponies -- brothers, apparently -- a better look, they seem vaguely familiar. One of them has an off-white coat with tan hair, and the other has a pure white coat with orange hair. And they both have yellow eyes. Almost like...

"Sorry if this seems like an odd question, but do you guys know a stallion who works construction? Looks a lot like you?"

The still-hitched pony looks over his shoulder at his brother, arching an eyebrow.

"Wait, you mean Fix? Yeah, he's our older brother by a few years. You know him?"

"Well I'll be damned! Yeah, I work with him. He's a good guy. Never knew he had any brothers, actually."

"Well, it's complicated," the hitched pony says, kicking a hoof at the partially-frozen dirt. "We don't see him much, he's kinda been doing his own thing since before we finished Talent School. But yeah, that's cool that you know him. Tell him we said hi, would you?"

"Yeah, sure thing," you tell them. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry or anything."

"Nah, don't worry about it. You and your mare friends here just have a good time. You three are friends, right?"

Friends? Friends with benefits, maybe...

"That we are, darling," Rarity interjects before you can say something you'll end up regretting. "We've known each other for quite a while. We're very close."

Understatements, another of Rarity's talents.

"That's cool, even if you're a weird-lookin' creature, tall guy." The unhitched brother jabs at you with an elbow and laughs. The hitched brother shakes his head and sighs at the joke.

"You're one to talk, you ugly bum."

"We look almost exactly the same, ya feather-brain!"

"Maybe, but you're still the ugly one."

They both laugh, the unhitched brother working his way around the wagon to the yoke.

"Alright, we'll just collect the payment and be on our way. It'll be a flat sixty bits, if you don't mind."

You fish through your coin pouch for the appropriate amount, adding ten extra bits for a tip. You're about to hand him the amount, but realize that you're not sure what to do with it.

"Uhh...do you want me to, like, leave it in the wagon, or...?"

"Coin pouch," he points to a small bag hanging from the yoke near the passenger wagon's front as he slips the collar back around his neck. "Just drop it in there."

"Ah, right. I left you some extra for the pleasant trip, you guys are the smoothest taxi ride I've had in a long time."

"Thanks, pal!" The hitched one bumps his brother's hoof with his own, smiling at a little extra income. "We'll leave you to your business. You folks have a good time, alright? If you ever need a ride in the future, feel free to ask for us. I'm Pathfinder, and this is Flat Out. We're usually around during the day."

"Definitely. Thanks again, guys." Rarity and Fluttershy wave as the brothers pull their wagon around, the brighter-coated one -- Flat Out -- rearing up with a shout before they rush off. You watch the wagon take off down the road, only turning away once it goes out of sight.

"Such nice stallions," Rarity says, adjusting her hat.

"They were very friendly!" Fluttershy stretches her wings out before tucking them back against her sides. "They were telling me about the time they escaped a manticore, they've been through a lot of dangerous places. I, um, told them that we helped a manticore who was in trouble...they were a little surprised."

She grabs a pink and green scarf from a saddlebag, wrapping it around her neck with a satisfied smile. It's the only piece of winter clothing she's put on so far -- pegasi must have one hell of an immunity to weather, considering how wrapped-up you and Rarity are.

Which reminds you, you're glad the brothers never got a chance to see your back...

With the wagon gone, you're struck by how incredibly quiet it is up here. It's an almost absolute silence, with just the soft breeze blowing through the trees and the crunch of snow under foot. Or hoof. 'Serene' would be the word you'd use to describe it. Even though Ponyville is a relatively quiet place to begin with, this is on a whole other level.

"Quite the sight, isn't it?" you ask, your breath coming out as a cloud of vapor.

"Quite the sight indeed, darling. What do you think, Fluttershy?"

"It's very nice, yes." Fluttershy points a hoof at the house sitting in the center of the vineyard. "Is that where the owners live? We should probably go talk to them if we want that cabin."

"Right. Does everyone have their belongings?"

You pat your backpack, confident that you're not missing anything.

"Everything feels like it's here, hon."

"Fabulous! I already know Fluttershy and myself have our things, so let's not waste any more time, shall we?"

Rarity and Fluttershy walk just in front of you, Rarity's booted hoof prints making a path for you to follow. They excitedly point to things around the area and laugh as they share a story, one you're only half paying attention to, the other half of your mind preoccupied by how strikingly similar the forest reminds you of your old home and the summers you spent up north with your grandparents. Take away the vineyard, and it would be an exact match.

"--cited to be here! Why, if I can secure some sort of distribution deal with them, and obtain a vendor's license, I could offer wine at the Boutique!"

"Wait," you interrupt, "you're gonna turn the Boutique into a fashion-store-slash-wine-shop?"

"It's just a thought, darling." Rarity shrugs and keeps walking, probably working out how to make such a thing feasible even as you speak. She'd probably make it work, knowing her. Still, it's probably just a spur-of-the-moment thing, a little idea she'll come up with and then forget about soon after.

Maybe.

The three of you approach the snow-frosted house in the center of the vineyard, the large, red door decorated with painted grape clusters and vines over white, ornate letters reading 'Fiddler's Run Winery'.

"Should we just walk in? Or do we knock?" You're pretty sure it's a business, but it's also clearly a home...

"Better to play it on the safe side, darling."

Rarity knocks three times on the door, waiting for a reply. When there is none, she knocks again, but louder. That seems to do it.

"Come in!" a mare's voice shouts from inside. You push the door open and allow the girls to step in first, shutting the door behind you as you follow them. You take a look around and let out a low whistle at the sight.

The interior is cozy and small-ish, with a vaulted ceiling decorated with fake vines and grape clusters. The entire place is painted a wine-red color, and there's a pleasant, subtle smell of fruit permeating the air.

"Oh, my! Would you look at all those bottles?" Rarity points a hoof at a wine rack that takes up two entire walls, with a set of stairs leading down to what you presume to be a wine cellar for the more expensive selections.

"There must be dozens of wines here! How wonderful!"

You can feel your coin pouch getting lighter already.

Off to one side is a low-set counter with a register set out, a wine-red earth pony occupying herself with some unseen task.

"Welcome to Fiddler's Run Winery! What can I do for you dears?"

Rarity's eyes light up as she sees the mare, happily trotting over with you and Fluttershy in tow.

"Ruby! Oh, it's been so long! How have you been, darling?"

Ruby eyes her inquisitively, trying to place a name to the mare who so obviously recognizes her.

"You must forgive me if I can't quite place your name, dearie...you seem very familiar, though." She strikes you as a classy mare, probably in her forties, judging by the small wrinkles just below her eyes. Her wine-red coat is complimented by her bright magenta eyes and mane, the latter held in place with a small, white headband that reaches from ear to ear. On her flank is a cutie mark of a pair of crossed wine glasses, each glass filled partially with red wine. About what you were expecting, actually. As cutie marks go, it seems to match her chosen profession very closely. She's also just a tiny bit chubby, like Mrs. Cake. To top it all off, her voice sounds distinctly northern.

"Oh, think nothing of it. It has been a few years, after all. It was in mid Spring's Bounty, I purchased a few bottles of wine for a get-together. I believe you said you wanted to attend, but were unfortunately too busy with your winery. Does that ring any bells?"

"Hmmm...a bit, but I'll be a hay seed if I can remember. Just a moment." Ruby turns and yells behind her. "Cab! There's a few customers here you might remember! Don't sit back there like a bump on a log, dearie!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'!" a stallion's voice replies.

"Sorry, Cab's a bit of a grump sometimes."

A slightly older pegasus steps in from the back, a clipboard clenched in his mouth.

"Customers, you say? Well I'll be. It's been a while since we had more than one or two folks sho--"

His eyes widen as he takes a look at you, nearly dropping the clipboard.

"Nice to meet you, sir," you say with a nod, hoping to put him at ease. He quickly recovers his senses and places the clipboard on a box, nodding in return.

"R-Right. Sorry about that, son. Never seen your type around here before. I'll be a gryphon's uncle!"

"Don't worry about it," you reply with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. A year and a half, and it's still hard to introduce yourself to new ponies. Probably always will be. At least he didn't try to call the guards on you. That's happened more than once...

Ruby taps him on the head with a hoof.

"Don't stare, Cab. He's still a customer, after all."

"Right, my apologies. What can I do for you folks?" From the looks of him, you'd put him in his early fifties. A bit of an age divide, but nothing dramatic...provided you can accurately place pony ages, that is. It's hit or miss.

He's slightly thick, like his wife, but he's much more muscular, almost buff. For a pegasus, he looks like he does a lot of manual labor.

"Do you recognize this mare, Cab?" his wife asks. "I feel just awful that I can't remember her name. She say she's been here before."

"You can't remember because you're going senile, you old hag." He laughs and nudges Ruby, who rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm the old one. You've looked in a mirror lately, right?"

"I'm not old, honey. I've still got it." He runs a hoof through his seafoam-green mane, streaked gray with age. If anything, you'd say it makes him look more refined. It matches his light-green eyes, too. Even his coat is still a solid color -- a dark charcoal, but still with a hint of dark green -- not flecked with patches of gray that usually come in around that time. Like his wife, he has a fitting cutie mark: a wine cask, with a stream of liquid flowing out of the front.

"Sorry, folks. The missus here can be a hoof-full sometimes, heh heh. Now, lemme get a look at you, young lady."

He eyes Rarity as he runs a hoof over his chin, adding an 'a-ha!' when he recognizes her.

"Miss...Rarity? Is that right?"

"That's right! Oh, I'm quite surprised you remember my name, Mister Cabernet!"

"Of course! I couldn't forget a face as pretty as yours, madam," he says with a wink and a smile.

Rarity blushes and glances down at the ground, flattered by the compliment. The old stallion's still got it, alright.

Ruby simply face-hoofs.

"I'll be damned if I can remember exactly when it was, but I definitely remember seeing you in here before. Never seen a curled mane and tail like yours, before or since. It's quite distinctive."

"Rarity, that's right." Ruby smiles politely as she place the name. "My apologies. What can I do for you, dearie? You looking to purchase some more wine? We've got quite the selection, just pulled a small batch from an aging cask yesterday! Do you like Pinot Grigio?"

"Oh, I'm a fan of quite a few of your wines," Rarity answers with a polite smile of her own, "but I'm actually here in the hopes that I could purchase one of your fine guest cabins for the day. We plan to be out by early morning, but in the mean time it would be nice to enjoy the peace and quiet of the wonderful vineyard you call home. If that's alright, that is."

"A cabin, hmm? Give me a just a moment, I'll look through the guest ledger. I think we can accommodate you, though."

Ruby pulls a green, leather-bound book from under the counter, flipping it open and looking through a list of names and dates.

"If there's no cabin available, you can always join us. I'll kick Ruby out for you, Miss Rarity, heh heh!"

The wine-red mare kicks a hind leg back, connecting just hard enough with Cabernet's stomach to get a slight 'oof!' out of him.

"Just kidding, of course, hon."

"Of course," she monotones. "Let's see here...cabin one is occupied, as is cabin two...but cabin three is currently empty, and it's not reserved until tomorrow. Perfect!"

"Cabin three will be just fine," you tell her, pulling out your coin pouch. "Mind if we get some details before we take it?"

"Not at all. The standard fee for a cabin is fifty bits, and that includes full amenities. You get full electrical lighting, but there's also some lanterns if you prefer that. There's also a fireplace with some wood already in it, but if you need more you'll either have to pay for it or take an axe and chop some yourself. There's a pile of it sitting behind the cabins, should you feel the need. You'd be surprised how many folks seem to enjoy chopping wood. Therapeutic, or rustic, or some-such. At least, that's what they tell me."

"Also good for the muscles," Cabernet adds with a smile, flexing his forelegs. "Maybe impress a girl, uh...whatever you are. You're sure a tall one, son."

"Human," you correct him. "Couldn't hurt, I'm sure." You don't bother telling him about your relationship, figuring it's not worth the effort.

"Cab, if you keep interrupting, then Celestia help me, I'm going to go insane."

"I'd say you reached that point a long time ago, hon. Married me after all!"

"Yes, against my better judgment, dearie." She laughs and playfully pokes him with a hoof. "Like I was saying...you can go with the standard rate, or for twenty bits more you can get the deluxe package. That includes a free wine tasting of our most popular vintages, as well as a communal dinner with the other cabin occupants and ourselves. That's around seven o'clock, if you're wondering."

Rarity looks up at you with expectant eyes, clearly set on the seventy bit rate. It's more than you were planning, but...well, those big, blue eyes are hard to resist.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I can pay half if you like!"

"And, um, I can pitch in, too..." Fluttershy unhooks one of her saddlebags with a wing, preparing to reach in for some money. No matter how many times you see her do it, the whole 'flexible wing' thing still strikes you as odd. Useful, for sure, but odd.

"Nah, don't worry about it, ladies. I can pay for it. We'll just go out for lunch or something some time. How's that sound?"

"That sounds very nice, thank you," Fluttershy smiles warmly. "That's kind of you to offer."

"Quite nice indeed, darling. We'll make it up to you."

"Right," you set the appropriate amount of coins on the table, "we'll take the seventy bit package. Sounds like a good way to spend the day, or what's left of it."

"Thank you, dearie. Give us just a moment and we'll get your key."

Ruby and Cabernet step into the back, leaving you alone with Rarity and Fluttershy.

"They seem nice enough," you tell them as you stuff your coin pouch back into your pocket. "I'm surprised they remember you, hon."

"As am I! You see? I told you they were simply wonderful. Such a sweet couple, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah, that pegasus guy is quite the ladies man, haha."

"He's certainly the charmer, isn't he?"

"And he's surprisingly...buff. I don't think I've ever seen a pegasus with his build. He must do a lot of work in the vineyard....which is also surprising, since most pegasi I've seen don't do a lot of ground work. Present company excluded, of course." You smile down at Fluttershy, who offers her own in return.

"So, a complimentary wine tasting and dinner, huh? I'm cool with that. Hell, that extra twenty would probably be the cost of just the dinner anywhere else."

"Speaking of which, my dear, it's beginning to look like the food we brought was unnecessary...no matter, we can always take it back home and use it tomorrow."

You lower your voice and bend down slightly, trying to keep from being heard.

"You think they suspect anything about us, babe?"

"About us? I'm not sure what you could--oh, I see. It's possible, of course, but considering how Cabernet reacted when he saw you, I doubt it, darling. Perhaps they're just good at keeping things civil."

"Maybe."

The pair of ponies walk back to the counter, a small, silver key clasped in the mare's mouth.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, it seems Cab forgot to put the key back this morning. And he calls me senile!"

"Yeah, yeah, very funny, hon."

"Here's the key for you, cabin three will be to your right when you exit. There's a small path out that way, it should still be easy to see even with a light coating of snow that seems to be sticking to the ground for the last week. Just follow it and take the right-most path once it branches off. Shouldn't take you but a few minutes at most. Oh! And if you'd like to come to the wine tasting and tour tonight, it starts at six. We'll meet in the side room, just down the hall there and to your left. Dinner is at seven, in the same room. If you've any special requests or needs, feel free to let us know, and we'll do our best to accommodate you. Any questions?"

"I believe that will do nicely, thank you." Rarity nods and floats the key into your hand, giggling quietly as Cabernet shakes his head at the casual display of magic.

"You unicorns and your fancy magic, I swear. Must be pretty useful."

"It certainly has its moments, sir."

"Ah, no need to call me 'sir', young lady. I ain't that old. Just call me Cab."

"You're old enough for two sirs, Cab," his wife teases.

"Horsefeathers! I may not be a twenty-somethin' pup any more, but I can still more than pull my weight around, hon."

"Right, enjoy your stay. Cab and I are always around if you need us. Tonight's actually the start of Ice Wine harvest!"

That explains the frozen grapes. Guess they weren't dead after all.

"We've got some help coming in over the next few days, but we might be able to get you a fresh batch tonight. Doesn't need to be aged like regular wine. Oh, but I've talked your ears off for long enough! Go on, let us know how that cabin is. We'll see you later tonight. Thanks for staying with us, dearies."

"The pleasure is all ours," Rarity says with a curt nod.

Something pops into your head as you're about to leave.

"Oh, I wanted to ask...what's with the name? Fiddler's Run? It sounds like there's something more to it."

"Oh, that? It's an old folk tale, dearie. Fiddler's Run is supposed to be where the spirits of two ponies meet before they're born. Those who do are said to be destined to be life-long lovers and soul-mates. Such a beautiful idea, don't you think? We spent weeks trying to figure out a name for this place, but I think we're quite happy with our decision."

"After all," Cabernet adds, "what's better at bringing folks together than wine? Heh heh. But we've kept you long enough, and I'm sure you don't want to hear an old stallion wax poetic any longer. So shoo, be on your way, kids."

You give them a polite nod and a smile, telling them "It was very nice to meet both of you."

Your turn to leave, hoping they don't know enough about you to make fun of the 'SB' across your back.

"Have a good time..." Cabernet calls out as you open the door, "...lovebirds."

You stop in your tracks, your face flushing red, but Rarity simply laughs and nudges you out the door.

"Don't be so bashful, darling! Come, come, I'm eager to see what this cabin is like."

The snow-covered walkway leads to a dirt path that snakes around to the right, passing rows of frost-speckled grapes and harvesting equipment. Two cabins off to your left emit a soft glow from their windows, plumes of smoke rising from their chimneys.

It's no more than a three or four minute walk in total. You have to brush a layer of snow off the door handle, and the key slips out of your hand once as you try to stuff it in the lock, but you get inside without too much trouble.

"Oh, goodness! What a wonderful little abode!"

The interior isn't too large -- about the size of a modest apartment -- but it's nicely furnished. A pair of reclining chairs sit in the corner off to your left, facing a book shelf and coffee table adorned with a wreath of pine branches. Off to your right is a small kitchen area with basic appliances, with a short hallway leading to the only bedroom and a modest bathroom. Finally, and most importantly, a rustic fireplace sits right in the middle of the cabin, stocked with a few logs for firewood. You immediately set upon the fireplace and throw open the ash guard, hoping that your meager book of matches will be enough to light it.

"Excellent thinking, darling. It is quite a bit cold, isn't it?"

"Yeah, no kidding. With any luck I should be able to..." the first match snaps in half as you attempt to strike it, "...come on, ya damn thing...work with me here..." You strike another match, this one burning brightly, but failing to light the firewood. "Stupid matches...friggin' not working..." With a third and final attempt, the flame finally takes hold and crackles to life.

"Finally!"

"Fabulous, darling! That should keep us quite toasty for a while, wouldn't you say?" Rarity slips her saddlebags off, helping Fluttershy out of hers in turn.

"For a while. Definitely gonna have to chop some wood, though. Two logs won't cut it for the entire night."

Fluttershy happily trots around the area, looking at the collections of miniature pony figurines and winter decorations.

"It's very nice in here, Rarity. Thank you for taking me up here with you two, I truly appreciate it." She pokes a chair with a hoof, smiling as it rocks back and forth.

"Of course we would take you, my dear! I wouldn't dream of having it any other way."

"So, we've got a few hours until the wine tasting starts, right? Any ideas on what to do?"

"I don't know about you, darling, but I plan on exploring the master bedroom! I bet it looks absolutely gorgeous!" Rarity floats her hat over to a coat rack, slipping out her long coat and leggings in a matter of moments. They sit neatly hung or folded next to the door.

"Care to join me, Fluttershy?"

"Sure, Rarity," the pegasus says with a nod. You close the ash guard on the fireplace again and remove your red, sadly-bejeweled jacket, already able to feel the warmth of the fireplace spreading through the cabin. It really is a beautiful little place. You're already regretting only being able to stay for the night -- you could get used to a place like this, as much as you love the Boutique. Something about the smell of a fireplace and the feel of the frost-tinted windows just seems...right.

"Darling, you simply must come in here and see this! It's simply majestic!" Rarity announces excitedly from down the hall.

"Be right there, hon!" you call back. You kick off your boots and walk down the short hallway to the door-less bedroom, passing a pair of winter landscape paintings hanging from the wall.

Rarity and Fluttershy are excitedly talking to each other as you step in. You're immediately struck by how 'cozy' the room feels; there's a glowing lantern in the corner, casting an orange light over the walls and floor, and big, thick curtains hang down over a single, large window

"Isn't it fabulous?" Rarity asks, smiling from ear to ear. "I knew it would be an adorable little place to stay, but I'd no idea it would be this nice."

"It's certainly a nice place, yeah. I wasn't expecting so much...stuff...in one room."

The 'stuff' consists of a large chest at the foot of the bed, a nightstand off to one side of the headboard, a small bookshelf, and a three-tiered curio stand littered with trinkets and decorative figures. You would have been happy with an empty room and a bed -- everything else is simply a nice extra addition.

Best of all, and arguably most importantly, the bed is big. Really big. A king size, at least...and covered with the thickest, fluffiest blankets and pillows you've ever seen; a dark red blanket sewn with gold thread, over top of a pair of flannel sheets and a second, thinner blanket. Even the pillows are huge, easily big enough for two ponies each.

"Now this is what we need at home, baby." You fall onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, feeling your body sink into the blankets.

"Do we, now? I shall have to see for myself, in that case. Do make room, darling."

"There's plenty of it," you say, patting a spot next to you. Rarity climbs up on the bed with a small hop, spreading her legs out as she rubs her back against the fabric.

"Oh, my...this is quite comfortable..."

"Told you."

"Fluttershy, darling, you simply must join us. It's like lying on a bed of clouds...though I suppose you could attest as to what it actually feels like to lie upon a bed of clouds, couldn't you? Hmmhmm."

Fluttershy stares at you from the foot of the bed, a long length of hair covering part of one eye.

"Oh, well, I suppose I could come up there if you want me to." She lifts herself into the air with a quick flap of her wings, landing softly on all fours against the blanket. You see her raise her eyebrows as she feels it against her coat and skin, lying on her stomach beside you with her long, pink tail hanging over the side of the bed.

"It's not a cloud, but it's very close!" she says with a giggle. "Ruby and Cabernet must be very trusting ponies if they put such expensive things in these cabins..."

"They do strike me as the trusting type, yes. Though I imagine those who can afford to stay here regularly aren't too concerned with affording things like expensive blankets."

Rarity nuzzles up against you, throwing a pair of legs over your chest and thighs. She exhales deeply, a look of blissful content on her face.

"I'm glad we could make this trip on such short notice, my dears. Even with my optimistic outlook of things to come, I must admit to being quite concerned with the near future. She-who-shall-not-be-named notwithstanding, it would appear we've all got a busy week ahead of us."

"That we do," you reply. You run a hand through her long, soft mane as she talks, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment with the two mares you care deeply about, especially the one who is still unaware of her status as your future wife...provided Aegis can finish that necklace. It feels like it's been dragging on forever. And it's certainly not any less expensive.

"That's exactly why I thought this little trip would do us some good. Going for a few...well, more than a few...drinks with Applejack and Rainbow Dash is always fun, but that's more of a social gathering. This? This is far more intimate and meaningful. Wouldn't you agree?"

Fluttershy nods and smiles warmly, tucking her head between your arm and chest. Sandwiched between two beautiful women...not a situation to complain about, that's for sure.

"This is the first time I've ever been to a place like this, Rarity. Um, with others. In this kind of situation...you know what I mean."

Rarity laughs softly with her friend, sticking a hoof out and holding it against Fluttershy's.

"I'm glad you could share it with us, darling. I know things have been rather strange since this whole thing started taking place, but I think we've handled it rather well so far. I think I speak for both of us when I say that we've grown quite fond of you, my wonderful man to a greater degree." She looks up at you and smiles. "It's been quite the journey, wouldn't you say, my love?"

"Absolutely, hon." You turn your head to look at Fluttershy, her teal eyes staring back at you. "To say I was nervous at first would have been putting it lightly, but ever since you moved in with us I've slowly come to the realization that I was just worrying over nothing. Rarity cares for you as a friend and as something more, and I love her immensely. She wouldn't have brought you into our lives if she thought you would cause a rift. I see that now. I've always trusted her to do the right thing, and she's never let me down before."

She grins with adorable embarrassment, glancing away for just a moment.

"I know I've said it before, but I really want to thank both of you for being so kind. I'll admit that our situation is a little, um...unique...but I've been very happy since joining you. Honestly." You feel her run a hoof up and down your arm as she speaks. "It seems like that night on the couch, after the sale day, was so long ago. Or maybe it's just me," she adds with a quiet laugh. "But yes, I can't imagine being anywhere else right now. You've shown me affection like I'd only previously hoped for, and all because you didn't want me feeling upset."

Fluttershy bites her lip and blushes lightly under her yellow coat.

"I, um...I hope this isn't too forward, but...I think I love both of you. Not just as good friends -- I still consider you to be my best friend, and I always will, Rarity -- but as somepony, and someone, I genuinely care about."

She blushes even harder, burying her face into the pit of your arm.

"Yeah, I love you. Hmmhmm..."

"Awww, that's very sweet of you, darling!" Rarity gives her a big smile and runs a hoof through her hair. "I'm absolutely overjoyed to you hear you say such a thing. We love you as well! That I promise you from the bottom of my heart."

"I feel a lot better now," she says with a relieved laugh. "I wasn't sure how you'd react..."

"We weren't going to be upset, if that's what you thought, my dear."

"Oh, no! I didn't think you'd be upset, just...well, um, I'm not sure how I thought you'd react, actually. Maybe...surprised?"

"Darling, you've slept in our bed several times a week for the last month and a half. I think we're beyond being 'surprised' by now." Rarity giggles quietly and glances up at you, wanting to make sure that there's nothing clouding your mind still. "Something on your mind, darling?"

"Not really, babe. Just taking it all in, I guess. Nothing to worry yourself about, trust me." You grasp Fluttershy's hoof in your hand, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I'm still not quite at the same level with you that I am with Rarity, Fluttershy, but I'm slowly getting there. Like I said back when we were talking on the couch during that rainy day: it's just going to take some time. So while there's still a little bit more for me to get used to, I really think I've become close to you as well."

You run your hand up her foreleg and rest it on her shoulder, playing your fingers through her soft coat.

"How's that sound?"

"That sounds just fine. Thank you for being honest with me, I know it's taken a long time to get to this point, and I truly appreciate it." She laughs softly and rubs her nose against yours, saying, "I can see why Rarity loves you so much, you have a good heart."

She looks away for a moment as she chews on her lip, thinking something over.

"Um, I feel embarrassed to ask, but...would you...would you be okay with kissing me? It's nothing serious, of course, just, um...I think it would be nice. You don't have to."

"Are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't mind, but...you know. It feels kind of strange still..."

"Go on, darling," Rarity says just above a whisper, kissing your hand. "There's no need to be bashful. As long as she's been with us, I don't think a kiss would be unwelcome in the least. Just try to relax."

"Alright," you say with a nod and a light smile, "I think I can do that. We'll just see if we feel something, okay?"

"Okay," Fluttershy smiles in return and pushes herself up on a foreleg.

You run your hand along Fluttershy's cheek, feeling her press into your touch. She exhales softly, smiling nervously and glancing away now and then, but slowly closes her eyes and leans in. Her soft lips press against your own, cautiously, as she makes sure you won't reject her. You give a slight push to encourage her, and she opens her mouth slightly as she tilts her head and kisses you more sincerely. She's incredibly gentle and warm in her approach, and for the first time since she started joining you and Rarity -- a time that seems so far behind you -- you truly feel at ease with her being this intimate. You're not nervous or worried in the least, and no one is suffering from too much alcohol; it's just you, the woman you love, and the mare you've grown increasingly close to. It feels genuine and welcome.

She sighs quietly as you slip your tongue between her lips, slowly letting her get used to the sensation. It doesn't take long before she relents completely, opening her mouth as she lovingly kisses you. You open your eyes temporarily and are surprised to see her wings starting to slowly spread out, but you dismiss it as the pegasus equivalent of a nervous reaction. You chance things a little bit and run a hand down her side, grasping her flank gently as she inhales sharply at the feeling. You're relieved to hear her laugh breathlessly right before she tilts her head up to let you kiss down her neck; you can feel her body shudder at the touch of your lips against her skin.

With a final, passionate kiss, you slowly pull away from her, biting her lip gently and tugging as you do.

She opens her eyes and blushes bright red, burying her face in her hooves.

"Oh, my...that was really nice. You're good at that..."

"Thanks," you say with a quiet laugh of your own, "you're pretty good at it too. I enjoyed that."

"Oh, me too...wow. I think I may have got into it a little much there at the end."

Rarity brushes a hoof through your hair and smiles warmly at you.

"That was quite beautiful to watch, darling. To see you feeling so close to Fluttershy warms my heart to no end. You see? I told you you'd come around. She's a wonderful mare. You needn't feel worried in the least."

You pull Rarity closer and kiss her foreleg, wondering how you could have doubted her at all.

"Once again, you were right, baby. Thanks for helping to put my mind at ease over this last month or so. You're amazing."

"It was my pleasure, my love. Perhaps now I needn't worry about you being uncomfortable, hmm?"

"I think we can put that awkwardness behind us, yeah. Mostly, anyway. Small steps and all that." You lift your head up and give her a soft kiss for emphasis. "But now I feel like I need to balance things out and do the same for you, hon." She laughs with you and runs a hoof down your chest, stopping at your belt buckle.

"There will be plenty of time for that tonight, my dear. We've still a fireplace to take advantage of, after all..."

"I'm looking forward to that, baby. Believe me. So," you say to the two mares at your sides, "that still doesn't answer my original question."

"What question?" Fluttershy asks.

"The question of what we're gonna do for the next two hours."

"Ah, of course," Rarity answers. "I was thinking we could take advantage of the gorgeous scenery and fresh air, and do a bit of walking about. I do believe I saw a few paths leading off to different areas from the main vineyard. Perhaps we can go for a nature walk?"

You also make a note to chop some firewood for the night. If nothing else, it'll keep you occupied until the wine tasting and dinner begins.

"A little cool mountain air with two beautiful girls? I think I'm up for that."

You give them both a quick kiss on the cheek and push yourself out of bed, quickly feeling more in the mood for a nice, quiet time with the two best mares you could have ever hoped to know.

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Red wine, white wine, Pinot Noir, Chianti...at first, you could tell the difference. Small, subtle differences, but they were there. After almost an hour of them, though...well, the notes of fruit and hints of spice begin to elude you. Now it just tastes like wine. Really good wine, but wine nonetheless. At least it's not enough to feel anything more than a slight buzz from.

"What do you think, darling? Do you prefer the nine-ninety-four Grigio, or the ninety-eight Merlot?" Rarity swishes a small amount of deep red wine around in her glass, expertly smelling the bouquet of...whatever it's supposed to be. IT SMELLS LIKE WINE.

"Huh? Oh, um...I honestly can't say. Maybe you have more of a nose for this sort of thing than I do, hon."

"Nonsense, dear, all it takes is a little time and experience. I must say, I quite like the Merlot -- it has a vaguely citrus-y aroma."

"Uh-huh. All I know is we'd better get some food soon, or I'm going to eat this glass."

She scoffs at the remark, floating her glass over to you.

"I'm going to culture you if it kills me, darling. Now, take the glass. Go on."

You do so, setting your other glass down on a small table next to you.

"What you want to do is tilt it slightly toward you, and sniff it lightly from just above the rim. While you're doing so, try to detect the different bouquets...think of what you can remember of things like chocolate, fruits, spices, that sort of thing. Try to bring up those memories."

Rarity watches with an expectant eye as you follow her instructions. It still smells like wine, but slowly, ever so slowly, you start to pull out and identify the barely-there aromas.

"Anything?"

"Umm...kind of an orange-y smell to it, I think. And something like...oh...a kind of spice, maybe? Like nutmeg or cinnamon. Or something."

You take a sip of the wine, letting it wash over your tongue instead of straight-up swallowing it.

"Yeah...definitely nutmeg. My grandma used to put it on her ice cream; this tastes just like that, in a small way."

Rarity smiles broadly at your revelation, satisfied at both herself for helping you learn something new, and at you for not being so stubborn.

"Fabulous! There, you see? It's not so difficult."

"Yeah, yeah..." you hide a laugh behind your wine glass, taking another taste. Between sips you glance around the room, watching the other groups talk to each other; cabin one's occupants are an elderly couple, who are laughing and swapping stories with the vineyard's owners.

Cabin two, you've come to learn, is actually holding a group of six ponies, mostly stallions, who have come up here to learn the ins and outs of wine making in the hopes of opening their own place one day. They're a nice-enough bunch, consisting of two brothers, their older sister, and a few friends. The sister -- a sky-blue unicorn with a light purple mane -- has been chatting up Fluttershy for the better part of half an hour.

You had a chance to talk with Fluttershy during your trek up and around the various trails leading from the vineyard to the surrounding mountains, including one that ended in a spectacular view of a small lake nestled away between two hills. She asked if you were still okay with her actions earlier -- especially since you hadn't mentioned it again. You reassured her that you were, and that she needn't worry about it. At any point previous to today, that would have been a little white lie to make her feel better. Now, though, you can say it sincerely and without hesitation. It's taken some time, but the moment of intimacy you shared with her has finally felt natural. You're not sure if you'd take that final step just yet, but a kiss was acceptable.

She even brought up last night, and the alcohol-induced lust that nearly pushed you over the edge. You'd been trying to avoid talking about it, hoping it had been completely forgotten, but Fluttershy wasn't nearly as tipsy as Rarity ended up being. So when she acted the way she did, it wasn't so much a drunken urge as it was her own feelings...albeit feelings that were given a tug by some liquid bravery. She apologized profusely for it, but you told her it wasn't something she should dwell on -- at least she was still sober enough to realize that it would have been a mistake to continue. That's why you enjoyed sharing that moment with her earlier far more than the previous night.

Fluttershy occasionally looks away from the pony she's talking to and waves to you and Rarity, smiling as you wave in return.

Ruby taps her wine glass with a small spoon, calling out to the gathered ponies. And you, you're sure.

"May I have your attention, everypony?" The conversations slowly die down, Ruby giving you a polite smile. "Thank you. Would I be correct in assuming that you're all enjoying yourselves?"

You nod in response, raising your glass slightly. The ponies give a chorus of replies, a mix of polite confirmations and joyous -- and likely slightly drunk -- cheers.

"Wonderful! I'm so glad you're all having a good time. When Cab and I opened this winery nearly twenty years ago, we knew we wanted to share it with others. The gorgeous scenery, the fresh mountain air, the exquisite grapes that we use to produce our wines...all of it. We've been having these little get-togethers every weekend for nearly ten years now, and I've yet to grow tired of it."

"That's because you don't have to hear your own speeches," Cabernet quips, causing the gathered ponies to laugh.

"I only give them so I don't have to hear you for a few minutes, my dear!" Ruby prods her husband with a hoof and a smile, adding, "One might even call it the only peace I get these days!"

"Celestia knows I can't even remember what the word means anymore!"

You can't help but laugh at their back-and-forth; you can only hope that you and Rarity have the same playful relationship when you're their age.

"Oh, but I'm sure you all haven't come here to listen to a married couple go at it like...well, a married couple! You're here for some fine wine and some fine food. We've already got one covered, so how about we bring out the food, hmm? I think you'll quite enjoy it."

On cue, a unicorn and a pegasus walk out from the kitchen area with large trays strapped to their backs, numerous covered platters dotting each one. They start setting the plates out at each seat, slowly making their way around the large, rectangular table.

"Allow me to introduce our son, Ramisco. He's turning out to be quite the chef!"

"Hello," the pegasus says with a nod. "You can just call me Rami, everypony else does."

"The stallion with him is his instructor, Caprese, a wonderful chef who has been with us for many years now."

"Buongiorno, my friends." He bows his head politely, levitating several platters at once into place. "We've a fine selection of dishes for you tonight, ending with a special treat: the first batch of ice wine produced this year! Paired with a fine dessert, of course."

Caprese floats the last of the dishes over and calls out to his apprentice, who has taken off to the back area.

"Ramisco!"

"Yes, Chef?"

"Bring out the wine bottles, won't you? I think our guests should get to see them before tasting them later. After all, you eat with your eyes first!"

"Right away, Chef!"

"Grazie, my boy! He's quite the talented young stallion, you know. A bit thick-headed at times, but talented."

"That's our son, alright," Cab says with a laugh.

"So, esteemed guests, I shall not keep you from these magnificent dishes any longer. Please, please, be seated. Dinner is served! Buon appetito, my friends."

==========

"I never want to see another bottle of wine again. Bleh." You flop down on one of the recliners facing the fireplace, absolutely full from dinner. First there were the appetizers of olive-oil-laced mozzarella and tomatoes, then the side salads, then the main course of thick, hearty tomato soup with brioche, and finally the four-grape gelato with glasses of that sweet, tangy ice wine. And for only twenty bits more? Hell, you may as well have stolen the food!

"Baby, do me a favor, would you?"

"And what's that, darling?" She climbs up beside you and lays back against your chest, being careful to avoid your stomach.

"Wake me up in the morning, after my food coma has passed."

"I've a better idea: you wake me." She lets out a deep breath, both of you too full to move. "It would seem Fluttershy was the only one to pace herself...perhaps I should have followed her lead. But good heavens, that food was absolutely superb."

You look around for the pegasus, but she's nowhere in sight; she's probably headed off to the bathroom to fix her mane. She's almost as fussy about it as Rarity. Almost.

"I've enjoyed this little trip quite a bit more than I'd even imagined, my love. We should really do this again some time."

"I think I'd like that, hon. I'd like that quite a bit."

You tilt your head down and give her a warm kiss, taking her hoof in your hand as she lays against you and watches the fireplace crackle.

It's only a few minutes until you hear the sound of hoof-falls on the bare floor.

"I really want to thank you for today," Fluttershy says, trotting over happily. "I've had a great time with both of you. Hopefully I can make it up to you soon."

Rarity waves her over and you scoot aside as far as you can, letting Fluttershy join the two of you.

"There's nothing to 'make up' to us, my dear! Simply being here is all the repayment we need."

"I know you mean that, but still, maybe some time soon I can take us somewhere or get us something nice. Um, I'm not really sure where or what just yet, but I promise I will."

"You have anything going on tomorrow? Rarity said you were going to be pretty busy," you ask her. She nods and starts listing off the details with a hoof.

"Oh my, yes! I have to bring extra supplies to the larger animals for their hibernations, stock up on winter food for the snow birds, fly a shipment of medicine in from the Caretakers Guild...yeah, lots of things," she giggles. "But that's for tomorrow."

Fluttershy gives you and Rarity a quick kiss before hopping back down. "I should head off to bed, it's been a long day."

"Have a good night, darling! You go on without us, we're going to be out here for a bit."

"Okay, I'll see you in a while. Good night!" Fluttershy walks off, leaving you alone with Rarity in the warm glow of the fireplace. Neither of you say anything for several minutes, simply rocking back and forth in the recliner and occasionally sharing a kiss. It's a shame you have to go back to work tomorrow -- you'd love to stay here for another couple of days.

Rarity finally breaks the silence, running a hoof up and down your chest as she speaks.

"You know, darling...when Fluttershy asked you to kiss her earlier, I was honestly surprised that you did. I would have sworn that you weren't quite at that point yet."

"I thought the same thing, hon. When she asked me, though...I don't know...I guess it just felt like I was comfortable enough with her to finally take that step. Maybe I just wanted to see how things would go."

"I understand, dear. Now that you have...how do you feel?"

"I'm...fine with it, I think. I don't know how I thought it could have been 'bad', per se, but the thought was there. This whole time I've had lips only for you, so to speak," you add with a chuckle. "But yeah, I've been warming up to her, slowly but surely. Today was just a way of cementing that, I think. Doesn't hurt that she's pretty good at it."

"That it doesn't," Rarity laughs. "She's quite the loving mare, isn't she? Once you get past that shy exterior, anyway. I hate to say it, darling, but I told you so."

"Yeah, yeah, that you did, baby. No need to rub it in." You rub your hand through her mane, just waiting for her to object.

"You're lucky we've nowhere else to go tonight, or such a crime against beauty would be punishable."

"What, you gonna tie me up or somethin'?"

"Tie you up? Hmm...perhaps. I must admit, the thought of such a thing is rather...exciting. Hmmhmm." She licks her lips and runs a hoof down your chest and between your legs, smiling as you react to her touch.

"Oh yeah? How 'exciting' are we talking here?"

"Quite exciting, darling. Exciting enough that I think I may have to wait a while until I no longer feel like a bloated grape." She lets out a quiet belch for emphasis. How lady-like!

"Oh, my! I do apologize, darling. I think I'm going to have to visit the spa this week at some point and do a bit of hot-room yoga. Sweating this food away is probably in my best interest, lest I take on the figure of a pear."

"Hot-room yoga? Oh god, that sounds horrible just thinking about it..."

"It's not that bad, dear! I've always believed in putting forth effort to obtain your desired results, and it still rings true as much in beauty as it does in business. Besides, I doubt you'd complain if I learned to be more...limber?" She raises her eyebrows at you with a wry smile.

No. No, you certainly wouldn't complain in the least.

"Point taken," you reply with a laugh.

"Speaking of hot, I should really remove this jacket, shouldn't I? It's getting quite warm in here." Rarity starts unbuttoning her long, fuzzy jacket, but you stop her by grasping the front of it gently.

"Allow me, baby."

"Really, now? By all means, good sir, do go ahead."

It's funny...even though ponies are usually naked anyway, something about removing clothes from her still turns you on immensely. God knows those stockings and garter belts do a number on you.

"I thought you were too tired for this, baby..."

"Yes, well, it's amazing how quickly one can change her mind when she's faced with the prospect of body-shaking ecstasy...."

You slowly work your way down the four large, black buttons lining the front of her jacket, smiling as she matches you by doing the same to your shirt with her magic. You slide the now-open jacket down around her elbows, gliding a hand down her chest and playing against her most sensitive areas with your palm.

"I've got an idea, darling," she says in her most seductive voice.

"What's that, baby?" You smile as you feel her unbutton and unzip your pants, lifting your legs so she can slide them down.

"Let's leave the jacket on for now."

She grinds her body against you and bites her lip, looking deep into your eyes with a look of loving desire.

"I think I like that idea." You pull her against you and feel her starting to mount your increasingly excited self, not wasting any time with foreplay.

Assertive Rarity is your favorite Rarity. Well, one of your favorites...

"I can catch up on sleep tomorrow, anyway."

Chapter Thirteen: Slander

It's hard to believe two weeks have passed since that first, nervous night with Rarity, sitting in the taxi on the way to Manehattan with a thousand thoughts and emotions racing through your head. Two weeks since you shared your first dinner, two weeks since you worked up the courage to put an arm around her on the way home, relieved that she didn't push you away or tell you stop.

Two weeks since she said goodnight and thanked you for a wonderful time, then gave you a warm, caring kiss on the cheek. You watched her walk into the Boutique and close the door, and for the first time since you'd arrived in Equestria, you felt absolutely content. Things had gone better than you could have possibly hoped for, and you thanked every deity -- both pony and human -- you could think of for it.

She asked if you'd like to go on a second date the very next day -- an offer you were more than happy to accept. You even made reservations for the day after, not caring about being tired after work; she was free for that night, and that's all that mattered to you. It ended up being less formal than the first date, a simple dinner at a local restaurant that Rarity had recommended, followed by a quiet, relaxing couple of hours on a small hill overlooking Ponyville. There you laid in the grass and watched the stars on a beautiful, clear night, sharing stories about old lives and fond old memories. Mostly she listened to you talk about where you came from, laughing about the absurd things you'd done as a witless teenager or a dopey, love-struck guy who didn't know what he wanted from life. Through it all she stayed relatively quiet, content to simply lay beside you and delight in the stories of a place that seemed so distant and alien to her, yet somehow felt very familiar to things she'd gone through in her own life.

After that second night, you were hooked -- getting closer to the gorgeous unicorn, getting to know her, was all you could think about. Work seemed to crawl by, the minutes felt like hours when you were away from her, and your every free moment was spent thinking of things to talk with her about or places you could take her. It felt like you were that nervous, enamored eighteen year old all over again, and you knew that you probably looked like a fool for having that familiar glow about you, but you didn't care. All that mattered was finding ways to spend time with Rarity, even if it was just walking with her to pick up some fabrics from a supplier.

A few dates later and you've become a welcome sight in her life, not even needing a reason to drop by anymore, other than "I'd love to see you for a while".

Still, tonight is something you've been looking forward to for a few days: The first time Rarity has offered to make you a home-cooked meal, using nothing more than her own skill. You even stopped by Roseluck's flower stall, ordering a bouquet of a flowers similar to the ones you showed up with on your very first date -- albeit with a few more tulips, Rarity's favorite. Tucked into the bouquet is a small note, written out on a whim: "P.S: Please refrain from eating immediately". Hopefully, it'll bring a smile to her face.

You give yourself a once-over before approaching the Boutique, the orange glow of street lanterns discoloring your clean, white dress shirt and black slacks. It's not as formal as the full-on suit she'd surprised you with on your first date, but in the following days she was insistent upon giving you as close to a full wardrobe as she could manage, even going so far as to refuse payment for the clothing. You promised you'd make it up to her, but she said your company was payment enough.

You shake your head and laugh as you straighten out your shirt. How did you get so damn lucky?

Finding your outfit up to snuff, you approach the big, purple door of the Carousel Boutique and knock sharply, fidgeting with your belt as you wait for the reply. You don't have to wait long.

"Good evening, darling!" she says with a big smile as she opens the door, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you. "My, don't you look handsome?"

"Hi, Rarity," you answer with a warm smile of your own, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long."

"Waiting? Oh, don't be ridiculous, of course not! I've been so caught up in the day's activities that time has simply flown by. Now that you're here, I do hope it will do us the courtesy of going by more slowly, hmm?"

"I certainly hope so, I've been waiting to see you all day! Oh, here, I got these for you." You hand her the bouquet, watching as she floats the flowers from your hand and smells them with a deep inhale.

"These are simply fabulous, darling. Thank you so much! And what's this?" She floats the note out from the flowers and reads it aloud. " 'P.S: Please refrain from eating immediately'? Oh, my!" Rarity covers her mouth with a foreleg and laughs at the memory, blushing slightly.

"I suppose eating the flowers you'd so graciously bought for me was a bit unexpected, wasn't it?"

"Just a little, yeah," you laugh.

"Don't you worry, I shall not be eating these tonight! Perhaps tomorrow, though."

"You do what you want with 'em, Rarity, they're all yours." She lifts your hand with a hoof and kisses it gently, smiling up at you with what you're sure is the same growing affection you feel any time you're with her.

"Thank you again, darling. These will make a beautiful centerpiece for our dinner, wouldn't you agree?" Her eyes suddenly go wide as she lets out a small gasp. "Our dinner. My sauce! Oh goodness, my sauce! I'd completely forgotten about it! Please, come in and make yourself comfortable, my dear! I've a culinary emergency to attend to!"

She rushes off with a half-laugh of worry and embarrassment as you close the door behind you, eliciting a chuckle at her sudden moment of adorable panic. You kick your shoes off, not wanting to mess up the impeccably clean floor, and walk around the circular layout of the Boutique, past the business area and into the kitchen. The smell of something spicy and sweet meets your nose as you round the corner. Rarity is busily stirring a sauce pan with a large, wooden spoon, fussing to herself about the mystery sauce. You take a seat on one of the bar stools set up behind the counter, watching in amusement as she levitates shakers of herbs and spices. You give a quiet laugh as she flattens her ears in embarrassment, giving a quick look over her shoulder.

"I swear I'm not usually so forgetful! Perhaps it's been too long since I made a meal for someone besides myself."

"Happens to the best of us, don't worry."

"Perhaps, but it still doesn't make me feel any less ridiculous. You see? You're already making me forget about other things in lieu of thinking about spending time with you! Probably worth it, I'd say," she adds with a smile.

"What can I say? I have that effect on, uh...mares."

"I can't very well argue that one." Rarity taps the spoon against the pan a few times and sets it aside, walking over to you and standing on her hind legs to give you a soft kiss. "My apologies for rushing off, darling. This sauce is the lynchpin of my entire dinner! And to think I almost burned it. How silly of me."

You give her a comforting hug and a kiss of your own, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Trust me, I've had my share of culinary disasters. You should have seen the first time I tried to make an omelet...I think it ended up being less of an 'omelet' and more of a 'burnt tire', heh heh."

"A burnt what?" she asks with a curious look.

"Tire. You know, like a wagon wheel, but...I suppose you don't have cars. Right. Nevermind." A few months in Equestria, and the technological divide still slips your mind from time to time.

"Oh, I'm sure your culinary talents aren't that bad! Everyone makes mistakes."

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong, I consider myself to be pretty decent in the kitchen. Just sayin', no one's impervious to, say...forgetting about a sauce on the stove." You give her a playful wink and she laughs softly in response.

"I suppose not, hm-hmm."

"So, what's in the pan? Whatever it is, it smells pretty good."

"Ah ah, that would be telling!" She points a hoof to the circular table just off to your right, the usual four chairs stripped down to just two. A pair of white, lit candles are gently burning away in their holders, with an empty vase sitting between them. "You shall see when we sit down for dinner, darling. I may not be a world-renowned chef, but I think I can create a fine meal none-the-less."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine, don't worry about it! We could eat microwave burritos and I wouldn't care." She gives you a puzzled look in response. Oh, right. No microwaves. Sigh.

"Microw--nevermind. Point is, as long as we get to spend time together, the food doesn't matter! Not that I'm saying it'll be bad, it's just that, um...you get what I'm saying, right? God, I'm such a dork."

"Don't fret, darling," she says with a reassuring laugh, "I understand perfectly. You may be a 'dork', as you put it, but you're a dork I enjoy spending my time with."

"Haha, thanks. Same here, Rarity. I think about seeing you all day...doesn't matter if I'm at work or sitting around Twi's place. I don't regret a single moment we've spent together these last couple of weeks." You run a hand through her long, curly mane and offer her a heartfelt smile.

"Nor do I, my dear. I'm happy to say that our time together has been enjoyable even beyond my expectations. And to think, it's all because you quite literally popped into existence in front of me one day! Who would have guessed?" She briefly closes her eyes and smiles as you play your fingers through her hair. "And you're lucky that feels good, or you'd be in for quite the verbal reprisal for messing up my mane."

"I'll consider myself lucky," you chuckle. You place your thumb and forefinger under her chin, tilting her head slightly up to look into those big, azure eyes you've come to know so well. "I'm glad we found each other, Rarity. You're an amazing woman."

"A sentiment I share completely and earnestly, darling. You've been absolutely wonderful to me, and I couldn't imagine being anywhere else right now." She places a hoof on your cheek and kisses you gently, pulling away with a smile.

"Now, we've several hours to enjoy the company of one another, but for now there is a lovely dinner awaiting us." Rarity walks back to her pans and motions over her shoulder to the flowers resting on the counter.

"Do be a dear and place those in that vase, won't you? They'll look lovely next to the candles."

You do so, gently placing them in the water-filled blue vase. It suddenly strikes you that the vase was here before you even brought the flowers over...

"You knew I was bringing flowers, didn't you?" you ask her.

"Perhaps..." She flicks her tail playfully as she replies.

"Am I that predictable?"

"Hm-hmm, sometimes 'predictable' isn't such a bad thing, darling. I figured you might bring some, since we're not eating out anywhere. Change of scenery and all that. It was just a guess. Otherwise, the vase looks quite lovely on its own."

You shake your head and laugh. Of course you're predictable.

"We've been dating two weeks and you already know me too well, Rarity."

"What can I say? I've always been quite good at reading ponies. I suppose that extends to people as well, hmm? Speaking of which..." a soda bottle floats toward you, which you grasp from the air, "...I thought you might enjoy a drink!"

You turn the bottle over in your hand, reading the label: Sparkle~Cola Cherry Fusion. It's ice cold. Come to think of it, a drink would be good right about now.

"Cherry Fusion, huh? Must be a new one." You pop the cap off and take a long pull, letting out a breath of satisfaction at the taste of it. "Not bad! Thanks, baby."

The word slips out of your mouth before you have a chance to process it, a hold-over from past relationships. You hadn't meant to use it so soon...

"What was that, darling?" she asks as she looks over her shoulder. Maybe she thought she misheard it. No point in trying to hide it, you suppose.

"I said, uh...thanks. For the drink. Baby. Heh..."

"'Baby'? Hmmm..." Rarity taps a hoof on her chin, probably more for show than anything. Still, you hope you haven't overstepped your boundaries so soon.

"I rather like the sound of that," she finally says with a sincere smile. "I suppose if I can liberally throw around 'darling', your own usage of a term of endearment would only be fair. Besides, I think it's simply adorable! To think, I've my own pet name now." She giggles and turns back to her meal, leaving you feeling more than a little relieved that she was okay with it. Sometimes you still have to remind yourself that she's not nearly as formal in person as she is when speaking with business acquaintances and high-class socialites. Still refined, of course, and wonderfully so, but snobby? Definitely not.

"I was out at the market earlier today -- you know the one, on Mane -- and a beverage vendor was exclaiming his new product. I thought I'd pick up a few for you, I know how you love them. Goodness knows you drain my ice box of them whenever you're over!"

"I suppose I do, yeah," you laugh, taking another drink. It reminds you of a cherry Coke, but with a more subtle, natural cherry flavor. It's pretty damn good. "Remind me that I owe you for a pack of soda some time."

"Oh, think nothing of it, my dear! 'tis but a small gesture. I swear, I've never met someone with so voracious a thirst as you!"

"Must be the weather," you joke.

"Yes, the weather. I'm so sure that's it." With a final flip of some sort of vegetable, Rarity removes the pan from the stove top and sets it aside on a rack, floating a pair of dinner plates over as she does so. "I believe my piece de resistance is finally ready! Please, take a seat, darling. I'll have our dinner ready in just a moment."

"Come on, you can tell me what you made. It smells delicious. You know you want to..." You take a seat at the dinner table, pleased to find that it's actually quite comfortable despite being about a size too small.

"Oh, very well, I suppose there's no harm in it. Rarity floats two plates over to the table, setting them down in front of you and herself. "Voila! Rarity's specialty is served!"

Sitting before you are two large, stuffed pastry shells, covered in a red sauce.

"Oh, I know this...this is, umm...cannelloni, right?"

"That's right! I must admit, I'm surprised you knew that."

"Grew up in an Italian family. What's in it?"

"It's actually a recipe I picked up quite a while ago, but I've never made before now. It's cannelloni shells stuffed with roasted eggplant, then filled with ricotta cheese, diced olives and shallots."

You let out a low whistle at her previously-unknown cooking skill. And you thought you were pretty decent...

"Oh, and my sauce, of course! Nothing too complicated, just a simple tomato-basil sauce with garlic and diced bell peppers. Fortunately it didn't burn."

"A gorgeous, refined lady AND a world-class chef?" you say as you put a dramatic hand over your chest. "You are a woman after my own heart."

Rarity blushes and giggles at your compliment, waving a dismissive hoof.

"Oh come now, it's just a simple pasta dish, hm-hmm."

"Simple? I'm pretty sure if I tried to make something like that it'd end up catching on fire." You pick up your fork and cut into the large, stuffed pasta shell, adding, "My mother would be ecstatic if she knew about you, baby. Well, once she got over the 'pony' part, that is."

"I'll take that as a compliment! I've always fancied myself a bit of a connoisseur of fine dining, even if it is only rarely." Rarity levitates a bottle of wine over to you, filling up your glass with a dark red liquid. "This is a nice Chianti I purchased a few months ago, I thought we might enjoy it with dinner."

You swirl the wine around in the glass, by no means a wine aficionado, but able to tell a good wine from a bad one. This is definitely a good one. Rarity fills her own glass and sets the bottle back down, squeezing the cork back in.

"I propose a toast," you say as you lift your glass. "I'll make it nice and simple: To us." You smile and clink your glass against Rarity's.

"To us, darling. May we share many more wonderful dinners together."

You're surprised by the wine as you take a sip; it's a bit dry, but it bursts with flavor. It's way better than any wine you've ever had. Maybe Equestrian wineries are onto something.

The stuffed cannelloni is equally amazing, you soon find out. You've never been one for vegetarian dishes, but the taste of the roasted eggplant with the cheese mixture and sauce is incredible.

"Oh, man," you say with a half-full mouth. "Are you kidding me? This is delicious."

"Why thank you! Perhaps I should cook meals like this more often, hmm?"

"I wouldn't complain," you laugh. "Maybe we can, like, alternate or something. I've never really cooked vegetarian dishes, but I can probably modify the ones I do know easily enough. I cooked at home all the time, way back when. Even made something for Twilight once or twice."

"Did you now?" she asks between bites, daintily cutting off exactly-sized bites with a levitating fork. "I wasn't aware Twilight was much for cooking."

"She's not. In fact, the two times that I did, she ended up passing out face-first in a stack of books!" You chuckle as you remember having to pick her up and help put her into bed, even while she mumbled about her studies.

"That sounds like her, alright," Rarity giggles. "That girl's work ethic is quite strong...or would it be study ethic...?"

"I'm pretty sure they're one in the same, in her case."

"I'd say that's quite likely, without a doubt." Rarity takes another bite and swirls the wine around in her glass, taking a small sip before setting it back down. You glance up at her and notice her expression; she's obviously got something on her mind. Doesn't matter if it's a human or a pony, that look is universal.

"Something up?" you ask cautiously.

"Hmm? Oh. I'm sorry, I was just thinking. Would you...mind if I asked you a question, darling? About us?"

"Of course not. You know you can ask me anything, Rarity. Something bothering you?"

She shakes her head.

"Not exactly, no. It's not so much a concern as it is curiosity. Forgive me if this sounds like a silly question, but...we've been seeing each other, romantically, for two weeks now. I want you to be honest with me -- have you enjoyed it?"

"Have I enjoyed it?" you ask rhetorically. "I would like to think so! I mean, seeing you has been the highlight of my new life here. I look forward to it every single day. I like to think I've expressed that fairly well, but if you have any concerns with it..."

"Oh, no, no, there's no concern! Not with you, at any rate It's just that...well, I realize that I can come across as rather high-maintenance at times. Perhaps even aloof. It's something I try to marginalize, but you must understand -- for the majority of my life I've been brought up to be a proper lady. When I was a young filly my parents sent me to the finest boarding school they could afford. They 'wanted me to have everything they never could', as they put it. I'm afraid that with my refinement and culture came a tendency to...how do I put this...exaggerate things."

"You mean be dramatic," you add.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Make no mistake, I am quite happy with being a proper lady. I believe that a bit of class goes a long way towards helping one in life -- I think the success of the Boutique is evidence of that. All I'm really trying to say, my dear, is that I sometimes worry that it can be rather...off-putting."

You set your glass down and work the issue over in your head, trying to figure out the best way to give your answer.

"Well...I can't speak for everyone else, but in the time that I've known you, I've absolutely fallen for who you are. I like that you're a classy, sophisticated lady. I like that you care about your looks, and your business. I don't think it's off-putting in the least, Rarity. Not one bit. Heck," you laugh, "I've seen you in the midst of a dramatic moment, and I think it's adorable."

"Adorable? I don't think I've ever heard it described as such," she says with a quiet laugh.

"I just call it like I see it. And that refined accent of yours? Sexy as hell. I just melt every time I hear it."

"Oh, stop," she giggles as she glances away. "You'd be surprised how many ponies think it's a foreign accent. Would you believe I've actually had somepony ask me if I was from Whinnyshire? My way of speaking is practiced and refined...it's not something that is inherited, like a regional accent, it's something that's learned. I must admit, when I was but a foal I thought it sounded ridiculous, but it's really become second nature."

"I, for one, am glad you have it. You know who you remind me of?"

"Who's that?"

"Back where I came from, there was this gorgeous, classy movie star, back in the fifties. Her name was Audrey Hepburn. You're so much like her; the accent, the looks, the sultry demeanor, all of it. Trust me, it's a high compliment. She's considered to be one of the most beautiful women ever."

"She sounds like she was a lovely woman," Rarity says, smiling warmly.

"She even used 'darling' all the time. Sound familiar?"

"Perhaps...darling," she says breathily.

"I thought so. You see? I think it's amazing who you are, I wouldn't change one single detail about you. So to answer your question: Yes, I have enjoyed every single second I've been with you, Rarity. I think...I think you're really the best thing that's ever happened to me. I mean that."

"I'm very glad to hear that, my dear. I feel silly for bringing such a thing up in the first place..."

"Hey," you stick your hand out, resting it on the table, "back on our first date, when I was feeling insecure and worried about how I stood out like a sore thumb, not wanting to make you embarrassed to be with me, you helped me out. Comforted me. I suppose I'm just returning the favor."

"I suppose you are. I do feel better, it was simply something I wanted to ask you, darling. Now that that's behind us, I don't have to feel self-conscious about it any more. So, thank you."

Rarity reaches across the table and rests her hoof in your hand, which you grasp gently, giving her a heart-felt smile.

"Any time, Rarity. I meant every word I said. I, um...I've never really felt this kind of connection with someone before, even with past relationships. There was always something there, yeah, but this feels...genuine, I guess is the word. Like I've found the one girl who really accepts me for who I am, flaws and all. A soul mate." You shake your head, continuing with a laugh, "God, that was such a cliched thing to say."

"I think it was beautiful," Rarity says in response. "I must say, I feel the same way, darling. You've been a welcome beacon in my life ever since you quite literally appeared before me. I realize our relationship is unconventional, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I would very much like to see you more often...if you think you can make time, that is. I understand work keeps us both busy."

"I think I could do that," you say with a smile. "I...I hope this isn't too forward, Rarity, but..." you let out a deep exhale as you rub your thumb over the soft coat of her foreleg, "...I think I love you. I've been wanting to say it for a while now, but I didn't want to rush things, you know? I guess it feels like the right time to say it. So yeah," you look into her deep, blue eyes, feeling the nervous butterflies gradually leaving, "I love you, Rarity."

For a moment she doesn't say anything, simply looking back at you, but she soon hops down from her chair and walks over to your side. You scoot your chair back enough to let her climb up with you, and she straddles your lap with a leg on either side of you. She runs a hoof over your cheek, running it back over your ear and behind your head.

"I love you, too." She finally says into your ear, just above a whisper. She places her forehead against yours and smiles warmly, then leans in and presses her soft lips against your own in a long, lingering kiss. You place an arm around her back and gently pull her against you, slowly slipping your tongue between her lips, grasping her more firmly as she returns the favor. You feel her forelegs drape over your shoulders and tug you toward her, her actions becoming quicker and more passionate. With a final, long kiss she pulls back from you, her breathing heavy and her voice dripping with affection. "I love you, too, darling. I love you so much."

You play a hand through her hair, placing a kiss on her horn.

"I'm so happy to hear that, you have no idea."

"I think I have some idea. If I'm honest, I've had the same feeling for quite some time now. To finally be able to say it...goodness, it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my chest. Thank you for being honest with me, my love."

"I feel so relieved right now," you laugh, kissing her again as she responds with her own. "I think I'd like to see you as much as I can. Definitely."

"I look forward to it, darling." She gently kisses both of your cheeks. "For now, I suppose we should finish our meal. It would be a shame to let it get cold, wouldn't you agree?"

"As good as you can make it? I'd say it'd be a real shame."

"I'm glad we agree," she laughs quietly. "You're quite the good kisser, if I may be so bold. Here's hoping we share such experiences for many months and years to come."

You wrap both of your arms around her and hug her tightly, kissing her cheek in return.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. You can count on that."

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No one should have to get up at five in the morning. No one. Human or pony, man or woman. Especially when five A.M. comes after only six hours of sleep. Why hasn't anyone invented disposable alarm clocks? At least you'd feel better if you could smash the ever-loving crap out of the damnable ringing menace.

"It's too early to be this early!" Rarity complains in a half-asleep stupor, shoving a pillow over her and Fluttershy's heads. You grumble something incoherent to yourself and blindly grope for the alarm, finding it after what feels like an eternity. You slam your hand down on the button and finally shut it up. Sure enough, it's five o'clock. The sun hasn't even come up yet. Extra sleep is not on the agenda today -- it's going to take a good hour to get back home (though you can at least sleep on the way back), and then you'll have another hour to eat, get ready for work, and head out.

Fluttershy stretches and yawns, giving you a tired smile as she looks around the room.

"Good morning," she says a little too cheerfully for your current state of mind.

"Mornin'," you reply with your face buried in a pillow. She went to bed at least two hours before you and Rarity did. At least someone got their eight hours...

"Rarity? It's time to get up. We, um, need to get ready." Fluttershy gently nudges the grumpy unicorn, getting a groan of annoyance in return. "I know you must be tired, but we'll miss the taxi if we don't make it on time."

"Yes, yes, I'm awake, Fluttershy," Rarity throws her forelegs up as she speaks, letting them fall limply against her chest. "Oh, goodness...for the second morning in a row I find myself regretting drinking so much alcohol. I do believe that's quite enough for a while."

You lean over and give Rarity a kiss, slowly raising yourself to a sitting position.

"I can pack your bags, honey. You can sleep for a little while more if you like."

"I appreciate the offer, darling, but I really should just wake up and stay awake. Else I'm going to look a complete mess by the time we leave." She groggily looks around, squinting against the light of a lantern you flick on. "Where's...where's my comb? My hair is just not ready and...my comb..."

"Your comb can wait, baby. You should probably wake up first."

"But my curls, they're all frazzled from last night...you just had to pull on them, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you liked it. I know you did."

"I would respond with something witty, but I'm afraid I'm much too tired to care at the moment." She lifts a foreleg in the air, waving it in your direction. "Help me up, darling." You grasp it and pull her up, watching in amusement as she scratches her side and fusses with her mane.

"Would anyone mind if I take a quick shower?"

You glance over at the clock -- you still have to drop off the key, and be out front for the taxi in half an hour.

"Well...yeah, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Just don't take too long, hon."

"Ten minutes at most, I promise." Rarity hops down from the bed and trots down around the corner to the small bathroom, levitating a comb from her bag as she does. Ten minutes. Hopefully.

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Of course it wasn't ten minutes. It's never ten minutes. You had to almost drag her from the mirror after just under half an hour, already wrapped up in your winter gear and feeling more than a little impatient. Fortunately, Rarity was able to get dressed far faster than she was able to comb her hair (though not to her exacting standards), and you just barely made it out the door as the taxi pulled up, a different pair of earth ponies pulling it along, both of them wearing thick jackets. You wave to them as they look in your direction; at least they won't leave without you.

"Good, they see us. Let's go drop this key off."

"I'll go tell them we'll be just a moment," Fluttershy says, flapping into the cold air and flying off in their direction.

It's much colder out than it was last night, and it even looks like more snow has fallen while you slept. You rub your gloved hands together, exhaling at the freezing bite of the air on your face. Your breath comes out as a cloud of vapor -- you could almost see it turn to ice. Just a little cold...

"Goodness, but it's chilly out!" Wrapped up in her thick, fuzzy ensemble, Rarity's mercifully resistant to most of it. "Let's not waste any time, darling! I'm sure Ruby and Cabernet's cabin will be much warmer inside!"

You can hardly argue. You quickly trudge through the ankle-deep snow, suddenly very envious of Fluttershy's immunity to cold.

"If only...I could...fly!" Make that two of you who are currently envious.

You glance at the other cabins as you pass by them, noticing that they appear empty. Or maybe the occupants are simply sane and aren't waking up at the ass-crack of dawn. At least the scenery is nice -- the fresh snow is glinting with the slowly rising sun, now just barely peeking over the horizon. You have to admit, it's been a fun place to visit. Freezing, but fun.

You knock on the wine-red door of the main building, hoping the owners are awake at this hour.

"Come in!"

Ruby and Cabernet are already up, busy tending to some sort of ledger or financial book. Cab is counting a decently-sized stack of bits on a table in the corner. He gives you a wave as you and Rarity walk in, followed shortly after by Fluttershy.

"Mornin', kids. Off so soon, are ya?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Rarity answers, levitating the key from your hand and placing it on the counter. "I'm afraid we must be off, we've a busy day ahead of us."

"We really enjoyed your hospitality. And your cabin." You nod to the two ponies behind the counter. "You folks have been very kind. Great place you've got up here."

Ruby smiles and takes the key from the counter, placing it on a small shelf.

"Well thank you, dearie! We'd love to have you back, you've been simply ideal guests! It was so...fascinating...to hear about your world last night at dinner. I'm sure you probably get tired of telling the same stories to everypony, but I, for one, enjoyed hearing them."

"Nah, I don't mind telling 'em. It was in good company. And the food was amazing. Your son's got some serious culinary talent." You notice Rarity quickly trotting off around the corner, but go back to your conversation for fear of coming across as rude. "Uh, hey, if you're ever in Ponyville, drop by the Carousel Boutique. We'd love to repay the favor. Rarity's quite the cook."

"We don't often head out that way, but it's not unheard of. Next time we're out there, we'll definitely come by, thank you! Isn't that right, Cab?" Cabernet doesn't move, busily muttering to himself with a pencil in his mouth. "Cab? CAB!"

"Huh? Wha? What was that, honey?" He drops the pencil, letting it clatter against the table.

"Don't be rude, Cab! I was telling our guests here that we'd gladly stop by and see them the next time we're in Ponyville." Ruby puts a hoof to her face and sighs. "I'm sorry, dearie, my husband can be a little...preoccupied at times."

"No harm done," you laugh.

Cab lifts himself from the chair with a flap of his wings, trotting over to the counter. No matter how many times you see him, it still strikes you just how built he is for a pegasus. He could give Pipe a run for his money.

"Sorry about that, youngin'. These ears of mine ain't what they used to be."

"Your ears aren't the only thing that ain't what they used to be..." Ruby mutters under her breath. You feel your cheeks flush, not sure how you should be reacting to such a comment. You want to laugh, but it's probably best not to react.

"Hey! My body is working just fine, woman! You keep that up and our tall friend here is gonna revoke that invitation." He leans up against the counter and nudges you with an elbow. "Never get married, son. It'll only end in tears. Or servitude. Or both. Ha HA!"

Ruby rolls her eyes and pushes him back down with a hoof.

"Anywho, as I was sayin', you folks come by any time you like. Our busiest months tend to be in late winter and early autumn, so if you plan on coming up during that time you might want to book a cabin ahead of time."

You glance up at the clock on the wall, hoping the taxi won't get impatient and leave without you. Where did Rarity take off to?

"Oh, silly me, I completely forgot to ask! How did you enjoy the cabin? Was everything comfortable?"

Fluttershy steps up to the counter, a small wreath of pine branches clutched in her mouth. A small, red bow adorns the top of it. A souvenir, you'd guess.

"It was very nice, thank you. Your beds are really comfortable, Miss Ruby. I enjoyed my time here very much. Oh, and your wine is wonderful!"

"Well thank you, miss! Those beds are very expensive, made by hoof in New Olneigh!"

"Yeah, very expensive," Cab adds, "and just waiting to be stolen. I told you, dear, you're too trusting. One of these days, somepony's gonna waltz right on out with your fancy-flank beds!"

"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud, Cab! We've had those things for the better part of a year now, and nopony's up and taken 'em just yet!"

Fluttershy nudges the souvenir gently.

"Um, how much is this wreath? I think it would look very nice at home...as long as it lasts, that is."

"Don't you worry about it lasting, dearie! That wreath is made from the branches of the Everfern tree -- they're magical, you see. They'll stay green for years to come! Isn't that something?"

"Oh, my, I didn't know such a thing existed!"

"They're somewhat rare, even around these parts, but if you know where to look it's not too hard to find 'em. Cab and I make little wreaths and such like that one all the time, they're great sellers. Speaking of which, that little beauty will be ten bits, if you don't mind."

Ten bits seems like an awfully low price for something that's supposedly so rare, but you can't very well argue about it.

Fluttershy lifts the flap of her saddlebag with a wing, pulling out a small coin pouch, which she fishes through and pulls out ten-bit piece from. Flexible wings. Still weird.

"Ha! Well I'll be!" Cab says with a wide grin. "I told ya I wasn't the only pegasus who could do that, hon!" Cab takes the coin from Fluttershy, tucking it into a drawer under the counter. "See, those non-pegasi don't understand some things about us, little lady. She still wonders how I can work on the ice wine harvest without a jacket or anything like that. I keep tellin' her, 'honey, pegasi ain't bothered by the cold', but she just thinks I'm tryin' to show her up, heh heh."

Rarity finally returns, and it's exactly as you'd figured -- she's floating a trio of bottles in the air, her azure-blue magic field glinting off the dark green glass. You brace yourself for the inevitable cost. Cab glances over at her with a chuckle, pointing at the bottles levitating beside her.

"Looks like your little lady found a few things that caught her fancy, huh?"

"Oh, it's just a few things," Rarity states dismissively, "a couple of bottles that seemed like good purchases. I must say, your wine is fairly priced for such quality."

You try to read the labels as they gently bob up and down -- there's a 994 Cabernet, an 01 Blanc, and some other wine you can't read, thinner than the others.

"Would you be a dear and ring these up for me, Madame Ruby? I'm afraid we really must be on our way, or the gentlestallions out front may just leave without us."

"Of course, dearie! Let's see here...an oh-one Blanc, very nice...a nine-ninety-four Cabernet, excellent choice..."

"What?" The pegasus asks, looking up from a book.

"Not you, Cab, the wine."

"Oh. Right."

"Aaaand...oh, that's one of our ice wine bottles! You'll be the first to buy a bottle of this season's harvest."

Rarity smiles politely and levitates the bottles to the counter, where Ruby marks them all with a wax stamp.

"The one we tried last night was simply fabulous, I just had to take some home."

"Alrighty, that'll come out to forty-six bits." The wine-red earth pony sweeps the appropriate coins across the counter once Rarity sets them down, dumping them into a register. "Well we appreciate your business, Miss Rarity. It's been nice to see you again, promise us you'll come by some time?"

"I shall certainly endeavor to do so, Ruby. Thank you again for your hospitality, I think we've all enjoyed our time here."

You nod and smile, feeling yourself become more impatient. Polite banter is nice and all, but it's still a long way until you're home.

"Until next time, Miss Ruby. Mister Cabernet." Rarity bows her head slightly, grabbing the bottles off the counter with a burst of magic and tucking them into either side of her saddlebags.

"You kids take care now, ya hear?" Cabernet calls out to you as you walk out. "And remember: Never argue with the lady, she'll always win! Haha!"

You open the door for the mares at your side, closing it behind you as you step outside. One of the taxi stallions is impatiently tapping a hoof; probably best not to take any more time. You grab your backpack and make sure Rarity's saddlebags are secure, tucking a scarf between two of the bottles to keep them from clinking together.

"My apologies for keeping you waiting, good sirs," Rarity stays as she approaches the taxi. "It's been quite the frantic morning, I'm afraid."

"Don't worry about it," the one on the right answers. "Climb on in and we can take off. Ponyville, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," you answer, stepping in behind Rarity and Fluttershy. You're suddenly struck by the fact that the taxi isn't enclosed...and the weather is just above freezing at the moment. This could be a problem.

"How long do you think it'll take?"

"Depending on road conditions? 'Bout an hour. Took us longer than that to get up here, but it's downhill most of the way to town, so it'll be smoother sailing." He glances over his shoulder, making sure you're all seated and secured. "You all set back there?"

"We're ready, thank you," Fluttershy answers.

"Alright then, here we go. I know it's early, so if you wanna catch a nap on the way, we'll wake you when we're there."

The taxi wagon jerks to a start, moving slowly at first as the stallions controlling it build up momentum, but soon starts rolling along at a brisk pace. Unfortunately, so does the resulting wind. Even with your warm (and fabulous) jacket and matching winter gear, the cold is making your teeth chatter.

"Hey...b-b-baby?" you ask, hoping for some warmth.

"Yes, darling?" Rarity doesn't seem nearly as cold. It's not too surprising -- between her thick jacket and her natural coat, she probably doesn't feel it. As much, anyway.

"I'm f-freezing my ass off here, heheh..."

"Oh, you poor thing! You look as if you're going to turn into an icicle at any moment! That simply will not do." Rarity opens up a saddlebag sitting on the floor of the taxi, rummaging through it and pulling out an extra jacket of hers. It's bright pink and blue, but you really couldn't care less right now.

She drapes it over your chest and arms, wrapping her forelegs around you and tucking her head into your shoulder. Fluttershy takes notice of your not-so-quiet chattering and unwraps the scarf from around her neck, placing it behind your head and tying it around you.

"You can use this," she says with a warm smile. "I don't mind at all."

"Y-You sure? I mean, it's your only bit of weather p-p-protection..."

"Oh, it's okay, I don't notice the cold at all. Promise."

Rarity places a gloved hoof on your cheek.

"How's that, my dear? Any warmer?"

"That helps, yeah," you answer once you manage to get a hold of your shaking. "Thanks, hon. And thank you too, Fluttershy. I must look ridiculous," you laugh.

"You just look very, um...colorful," Fluttershy giggles.

"I'd say pink is quite fetching on you!" Rarity adds, poking your side. "Perhaps you should just try to get some sleep, hmm? We'll be home before you know it."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that. Or try to, anyway."

You feel Fluttershy put her forelegs around you as well, and she gently kisses your neck. "I know I already said it, but thank you for a wonderful experience. The trip, I mean. But the kiss was good, too." She kisses your neck again, throwing in a small lick at the end of it, before gently biting between your neck and shoulder. You gasp in surprise, your mind suddenly taken off the cold.

"I guess you were right after all, Rarity," she laughs. "Sorry, hm-hmm."

"I told you, darling. He's sensitive there."

You have to let out a deep breath to calm yourself down.

"Come on, ladies, that's not fair! Oh man, gonna get me all worked up here, sheesh."

"Just having a bit of fun, my love. Look at it this way: You're certainly feeling warmer now, aren't you?"

You really couldn't argue that one.

"I thought so. As I was saying before, try to get some sleep. I think Fluttershy and myself are going to do the same."

"Alright, fine. But I still say that wasn't fair." You give her a quick kiss before settling back and closing your eyes.

"Perhaps. I'll make it up to you later, darling. You'll not be lacking for warmth then, of that I can assure you."

You lay your head against Fluttershy's -- aware of the fact that Rarity's horn is at the perfect angle to poke you if you tried to use her head instead -- and enjoy the feeling of her long, soft hair against your cheek. Despite the cold, despite the bumpy road, and despite part of your mind still kicking in protest at not getting a finish from Fluttershy's tease, you manage to drift off, wrapped in a rainbow of colors and the comforting warmth of the beautiful mares at your side.

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Correction: No one should have to get up at five in the morning, sleep for an hour, and then get up again. Especially when it means that you have eight hours of work ahead of you before you can get back in bed. The fact that you haven't managed to escape the snow by returning home isn't helping things -- there's already a thin layer of it on the ground, and with the work load picking up this week, you're really not looking forward to it.

"Oh, come now, darling! There's no use in complaining about it. After all, the weather team isn't going to delay their plans just so you can avoid being a little cold." Rarity is busily strapping on her saddlebags as she speaks, the taxi drivers pulling off down the road and out of view.

"Yeah, I know. I can still gripe about it!" You sling your backpack around one shoulder and brush the wayward snow from it. Just under an hour to get home, possibly take a hot shower, grab something to eat, get ready for work, and head out. It's gonna be down to the wire, most likely.

"The pegasi are just doing their jobs," Fluttershy chimes in. "After all, if they didn't start the winter's snowfall, all of the animals around Ponyville wouldn't know whether they should hibernate or store food. Not to mention the holidays! Hearth's Warming Eve is only a month away. You, um, didn't get to experience that last year, did you?"

You think back to last year, late in the month of Frostfall, and the sudden spike in workload your crew had to take on. It was for a good cause -- a school being built in Stalliongrad -- but it kept you away for over a week, including Hearth's Warming Eve, the pony equivalent of Christmas. You don't intend to miss it this year.

"Sadly, no," you reply. "It was complicated...but hey, I'm here this year, and as far as I know we're not going anywhere for work. That means I'll get to spend it with you girls. Hopefully."

Rarity puts a hoof against your thigh and smiles up at you.

"I certainly do hope so, my love. With the holiday coming up so soon, I'm going to be dreadfully busy until the celebration is over. I'd say it's the busiest such event outside of the Gala! It should net us a tidy profit, but I'm certainly going to be earning it, to say nothing of the custom fitting and accessorizing."

"I'll still be here to help," Fluttershy offers. "Um, if you don't mind, that is. I know it can get a little busy..."

Rarity steps over and kisses her on the cheek, running a hoof through her hair.

"You've been an enormous help thus far, darling. Of course you're welcome to help out. After all, that's exactly what you've been doing this last month, isn't it? Helping around the store?"

"I guess I have," she replies bashfully. "When I'm not helping at the cottage, anyway. It's a good thing winter is slow for me, or I'd fear for Angel's nerves!"

"Speaking of which, how has he been holding up? I imagine it can be quite stressful for the little dear, what with this temper and such."

"He, um...he has his days. He's a big boy now, and I think it's good that he learns to do these things for himself, but still...he does have a bit of a temper at times. Oh, but his heart is in the right place, of course! I make sure to see him at some point every day."

"Well, ill-tempered bunnies aside," you add, "we should get back to the Boutique. I've still got quite a bit to do, and not much time to do it."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take so much time..." Fluttershy looks up at you apologetically. The sudden urge to pick her up and squeeze her like a plushie suddenly returns. She's too adorable for her own good!

"Don't worry about it," you say, placing a hand on her back with a reassuring smile. "I'd suggest grabbing breakfast somewhere, but with our day being what it is, we should probably just get back."

"Okay," she smiles back.

"Right, then. After you, ladies."

Rarity and Fluttershy fall in beside each other, immediately starting to talk about something you can't even relate to, a memory from several years ago that soon has them laughing with one another. You follow a few steps behind, watching the multitude of pegasi zipping by overhead as they build up the cloud cover. You've seen them doing something similar before -- heavier snow is coming, and soon. Work is gonna be a nightmare, unless they just end up cancelling it early.

It takes just under fifteen minutes to make the walk back to the corner of Mane and Withers, where Elegant Expectations sits currently shrouded in darkness, only a small desk lamp near the back providing any sort of illumination. You hate having to walk by it every day to and from work; even if you wanted to, you couldn't avoid it. It's a constant reminder of the stress and complications brought upon you and Rarity on a nearly daily basis..

Cashmere manages to catch a glimpse of you as you walk by, and she waves a hoof with a wry smile from behind the counter. You've met some pretty infuriating people in your time -- human and pony --, but the creamy-yellow unicorn with shockingly red hair may just take the proverbial cake. Why can't she just...leave? You give a half-hearted wave back, cringing inwardly as she blows a kiss in your direction.

"Was that who I think it was?" Rarity asks, not bothering to turn and face her friend-turned-rival.

"Yep, the one and only."

"Wonderful. Perhaps she'll do us the favor of making herself scarce for this week."

If only it were that easy.

"Somehow I doubt it, honey."

"Sadly, I'm afraid you're right," she says with a deep sigh. "Be that as it may, we'll take her challenges as they come. We've weathered her childish games before, and shall do so again."

The tall, rounded shape of the Boutique is finally in view as you make you way down the curved street. You wish you could have spent a while longer up at the cabin, but it's still good to be home.

"Oh, finally!" Rarity exclaims joyfully. "I was beginning to think we'd somehow managed to cross the entirety of Ponyville twice! Poor Opal, she must be dreadfully upset with me. I left her enough food and water to last the day, but you know how she can get."

Only too well. You'd still say that shipping her half way across the world is the best solution.

"How much time do you have, my dear?"

"Uhh...according to my watch, about forty-five minutes."

"I see. If you'd like to take a shower, I can prepare a quick breakfast for us. Perhaps you'd like to help me out, Fluttershy?"

"Oh, um...I don't really cook very often..." she answers nervously.

"Think nothing of it, darling! I know you've the talent, somewhere deep inside that adorable head of yours. I do remember our first dinner together, after all. There's nothing to fear."

"Okay, I guess I could, you know...give it a try."

"Fabulous! Now, if we have breakfast ready within, say, twenty minutes, then it leaves enough time to make last-minute adjustments to..." Rarity trails off, cocking her head awkwardly as she stops and stares at the Boutique.

"Darling, are you...are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

From this distance it's hard to make out, but something is definitely odd. Adorning the front and visible sides of the Boutique is some sort of poster, tacked up again and again. There must be dozens of them...

"What the hell...? Fluttershy, can you make out what it says?" You start walking toward the now-covered facade of your home, Rarity quickly joining you.

You hear Fluttershy gasp, her superior pegasus eyesight obviously catching something you've missed.

"Oh, no..." she says quietly.

"What? What do they say?"

"You, um...you should probably see them for yourselves...oh, my..."

You take off in a jog to the front door, arriving just ahead of Rarity and the now-hovering Fluttershy. The posters are much easier to read now...but you suddenly wish they weren't.

You rip one of them off from the front door, holding it in your hand. There, in black and white, is a picture. Not just any picture, but a picture of you and Rarity, her forelegs wrapped around your bare torso as your head is buried in her neck in the throes of passion. Rarity's jacket is hanging from her elbows and drapes over your legs, barely concealing the fact that you're currently -- or were currently -- very intimate with her.

A picture of your most private moment. Taken from a window.

Last night.

As if the invasion of privacy wasn't enough, each poster has a word scrawled across it in messy, angry writing. The one in your hand has the word "WHORE" written out over Rarity's head.

"What the fuck..." You stare at the picture in disbelief, not entirely sure that you're really seeing what your eyes claim to be seeing. The posters scream at you in an unknown voice: 'Slut, tramp, liar!!!' Many of them have the writing over your own head: 'Prick!', one of them reads. 'Fucking asshole!'

Rarity pulls a picture from the door with a burst of magic, floating it in front of her, before gasping loudly and dropping it at her hooves.

"This...this is us!" she says disbelievingly, a hoof hovering just in front of her mouth. "Oh Goddesses...someone took this of us last night! Who could do such a thing?!"

Fluttershy kicks the offending picture away, her eyes already starting to glisten with oncoming tears.

"This is awful..."

Rarity looks up at you with desperate eyes, eager to find an answer that you probably can't provide.

"I-I can't recall a single pony who knew we were even there! Besides the other guests, and the owners...but why would they..."

You bend down and embrace Rarity as tight as you can, letting her cry her eyes out on your shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby..." you try to comfort her. "It's okay..."

"But...but it's not okay!" she sobs as she pulls back from your shoulder, her blue eyeshadow starting to smudge and run down her cheeks. "Someone went out of their way to catch us in such an intimate act! Is there no such thing as privacy these days?!"

Fluttershy lands gently next to you and nuzzles her cheek against Rarity's, ignoring the marks left by her running makeup.

"I'm so sorry, Rarity. Some ponies can be terrible."

"I mean, this trip was just...spur of the moment! I hadn't told a single soul about it!"

"Me either," you add. "That means someone followed us...someone hated us enough to follow us, and then spent the entire day and night just...waiting!"You run your fingers through her long hair and kiss her forehead, trying to stave off your own tears. You feel violated, but more than that, you feel like a failure for letting this happen to the woman you love. Maybe you missed someone at dinner, or someone else knew about it, or...

"It's as if they want the entirety of Ponyville to see! This...this is our lives they're interfering with!" She stomps a hoof on the ground, raising her voice to a desperate, sobbing yell. "What gives them the right to do such a thing?! What could possibly make it okay to take something so wonderful and twist it into such a barbaric, disgusting display of hatred?! I...I just...we can't...why would..."

Rarity breaks down and cries into your shoulder again, harder than you've heard in a long time.You do your best to comfort and reassure her, but it feels hopeless; this isn't just an attack against her business, this is an attack against her personal life. Against your personal life. Something that should be off-limits to anyone with even a modicum of decency.

You look down at the picture resting on the ground, taking it in your hand with another feeling of astonishment at the absurdity and perversion of it all. Someone, somewhere, went out of their way to catch you in the midst of making love, and used it to gain their petty revenge.

You crumple the poster in your hand and angrily toss it away. The more you think about it, the more incensed you feel yourself becoming; they want to fuck with your life, do they? They want to ruin the relationship you've worked so hard at building and maintaining?!

"This is not going to go unanswered," you say between gritted teeth. A list of possible suspects races through your mind, but you can't be one-hundred percent sure. "God damnit! Of all the bullshit someone could pull..."

Rarity places her hooves on your shoulders and looks into your eyes, blinking away tears.

"Who...who could have done this?"

"I don't know," you say with a deep exhale. "But I'm going to find out. Someone's gonna fucking pay for this."

"Darling, please...I'm just as upset about this as you are, but you must think of your prior--"

"My priorities are to you!" you interrupt. "Someone did this, and that means I've failed you! Some protector I am...no, whoever it was is going to regret this."

"Stop it! You're scaring me! Just listen to yourself!" Rarity narrows her eyes as she speaks, leaning in closer to you. "You've not failed anyone, do you understand me? And you especially haven't failed me! How could we have possibly known something like this would happen? And suppose we do find out who this is...what are you going to do, storm off in their direction and demand blood?!"

"I never said I would--"

"Ah ah! I am by no means happy with this situation. Not one bit. I feel violated and disgusted and a thousand other things I can't begin to describe! But I am not going to let you make some rash decision! Do you understand me?"

You want to protest, to remain angry until you can find the pony responsible, but you feel the anger leaving you just as quickly as it arose.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." You finally break down and let the tears flow, holding Rarity against you for comfort. "I just...to think that someone could do this to you...it's sickening. And when I think of someone holding such an intense hatred against you, I just feel...so angry. God, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, darling," Rarity answers, running a hoof through your hair. "Nopony's perfect, after all."

Fluttershy wraps her wings around you and Rarity and gently rocks back and forth, quietly humming a soothing song. You pull back after a long moment and wipe your eyes, feeling very thankful for the pegasus mare's affection.

"I'm sorry, Fluttershy. I'm not usually like this..."

"It's okay," she whispers, kissing your cheek.

"I suppose Rarity is right. I have to think of my priorities. And that's to you and her, first and foremost. Everything else is secondary." You sniff back your remaining tears and place a hand on the side of her head, touching her soft hair with your fingertips. "I'm not thinking clearly...what should I do? I really don't know what to do right now..."

"Well, um...I think you should carry on like any other day, honestly. Whoever did this vile act is just trying to disrupt your lives. So I'd say, the best thing to do would be to simply...push past it. Don't skip work or anything like that, just try to maintain normalcy."

You'd completely forgotten about work. You glance at your wrist watch, reading just after seven; less than half an hour. It's gonna be a long day.

"And if I'm honest, all you'll be accomplishing by staying home and brooding over it will be further making yourself upset. That's not good for you or Rarity."

"Or for you," you say with a half-laugh, sniffing hard. "You're one of us, after all. I, um...while I'm thinking of it, I just want to apologize."

"Apologize? For what?" she asks with a look of concern.

"For being so...distant, I guess is the word. You've been with us for a good while now, and I really feel like I've been overlooking you."

"Oh, no, it's okay, I understand. Rarity is your true love, and--"

"No, it's not okay. I love Rarity with my entire heart and soul," you put an arm around Rarity, who kisses your hand, "but that doesn't mean that it's right to pass you over like I have been. You're wonderful and charming and all of those things, and I promise to spend more time with you when I can. Promise. Okay?"

"Okay," she smiles warmly.

"Good. But, uh, I guess for the time being, we should get this filth off the walls."

"I'd say that's a marvelous idea," Rarity says. "Though I'm not sure that leaves us much time for breakfast, darling."

"I can stand to be a few minutes late, I think. I doubt Pipe will complain much when he finds out why."

"If you say so, my love. I just don't want you getting in trouble."

"Don't worry, baby. He's an understanding guy."

You look up at the multitude of posters covering the lower portion of the Boutique, and immediately tear one off.

"That's one down. Let's get this over with."

Rarity places a hoof against her eyelid, pulling it back with a look of disgust.

"Goodness, my eyeshadow. What a mess."

"You're still sexy, hon, don't worry," you joke. A bit of laughter feels good right now, even if every picture you rip down brings nothing but disgust.

"Always a flatterer," she laughs quietly. Her horn flares with blue magic, and three posters are torn from the wall at once. "This shouldn't take too long, I believe. Once we're nearly done, I suppose I could head inside and start breakfast with Fluttershy's assistance. If that's alright with you, darling."

"Be my guest," you reply, grabbing two more and disposing of them. You stomp on them with the heel of your boot and swear quietly. "Feels like it's gonna be a long eight hours. For all of us, no doubt."

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Fluttershy and I are expecting an increase in business starting today, which is cause for enough worry, to say nothing of our...stalker." She spits out the last word, crumpling three more posters into a ball and dumping them at her hooves.

"Once I get home, though...there's gonna be some answers. Whoever did this, they're god damned well gonna answer to us."

You stare at the vulgar writing and sneer, ripping it from the wall.

"God damned well."

Chapter Fourteen: Wearing the Inside Out

Prompt.

If the guys at work could describe you in one word, 'prompt' would probably be it. In a little over a year and a half of work with Pipe Wrench and his crew, you've never been late, not by a single second. Most of it likely came from old habits; being where you were told to be, when you were told to be there, was standard operating procedure in the Army. God help you if you showed up late.

Maybe you're on time so often due to genuinely enjoying your job, getting to work outside and build something with your own two hands. It beats sitting at a computer all day and running stress tests on the same structural schematic over and over again.

So when you show up fifteen minutes late, Pipe is understandably confused. You take no small relief in the fact that he doesn't seem upset, so much as surprised.

"Mornin', Pipe." You nod to the thickly-built earth pony as you don your bright yellow hardhat.

"Hey, there ya are! I was startin' to wonder if you were gonna show up, pal. Ain't like you to be late." Pipe is busy looking over blueprints for a large, condominium-style housing complex. Just from a quick glance you can tell that they're very much the 'traditional' style of Ponyvillian home, with thatched roofs and painted crossbucks across the fronts. Pretty, but not so easy to put together reliably.

"Yeah, sorry...it's been kind of a rough morning." You rub your neck nervously as the scene from less than an hour ago plays out in your head once more. Of all the disgusting acts someone could commit...

Pipe rubs his stubbly chin and looks up at you; it's obvious he can tell something's up, but Pipe's never been one to pry.

"Look...whatever it is that's botherin' ya, pal, you know you can always talk to me about it. I understand personal stuff gets in the way of work sometimes. I ain't gonna stand here and lecture ya on being on time and shit, you've always been a pretty punctual kind of guy, just...don't let whatever it is you're dealin' with get to ya, a'right? I need you focused on the job."

"Don't worry about it," you say dismissively. It's not that you don't want to tell him about the posters covering your home, it just feels like salt in the wound right now. Maybe in a while.

"Come on, ya can't tell me to 'not worry about it'. You know what happens when ponies...or people...get distracted." He points a hoof at the side of your head, where a still-healing scar now forms a jagged line over your left ear. "That right there is all the proof ya ever need, ya know?"

"Like I can forget. Probably gonna be there for the rest of my life. Dumbass nearly killed me." Slate is pretty high up on your list of suspects, but without some kind of proof you can't very well go running off and looking for him. Besides, he's not the only one with the motivation to be a complete asshole. That'll have to wait until after work, though.

"Yeah, the prick...hey, look on the bright side: Far as I know, he ain't never gonna work construction again. I made sure all the foremen from here to fuckin' Las Pegasus know about him."

"Good lookin' out." You motion toward the blueprints laid out on the long, rectangular table in front of him. "So, yeah, I should probably start earning my pay. Where do you need me today?"

"Hmm," Pipe pulls out a sheet of paper from a drawer, looking over a list of names, "looks like Fix and a new guy are workin' over on the south side of the site. Ya think ya can help 'em with some framework?"

"Fix and a new guy? Pipe, I love ya like a brother, but you gotta excuse me if I'm not so thrilled at the prospect of working with 'a new guy'. The last one didn't work out so well."

Pipe wives a dismissive hoof and tucks the list of names back into a drawer.

"Yeah, I get ya, pal, but trust me on this one. Don't worry; after what's-his-name's little fuck-up, I made good and damn sure that the new guys check out. He's a good guy, this one. No need to worry about him, a'right? He's one'a them fancy-ass unicorns, been a real boon to the work effort, or so his old foreman told me. Goes by the name'a Whip-Smart ."

"Haven't had a unicorn here in a while. What's he like?"

The big, brown earth pony shrugs his shoulders at you.

"Honestly? Guy kinda annoys me. That's not to say he ain't a good worker -- he gets his shit done -- but I dunno...just one'a them personalities that rubs me the wrong way. Not in a 'nearly kill my buddy' kind of way, though. You'll just...you'll see when ya meet him."

You're not entirely convinced, but there's not much you can do about it.

"If you say so, Pipe. But if he ends up being like Slate, you're never gonna hear the end of it."

"Yeah, yeah. If ya wanna bitch at me all day, there's already a line, startin' with the missus, heh heh! But yeah, you don't gotta worry about him, just his demeanor. He's kinda...high-falutin', if ya know what I mean." Pipe taps the hardhat on his head with a hoof, then makes sure his orange and black work vest is secure. "Alright, we've wasted enough time talkin'. I wanna get at least a quarter of this work load done by today, before the weather decides to turn to shit even further. Damn pegasi and their schedules, I tell ya..."

He's not kidding; it's still snowing, albeit just a light flurry that melts as it hits the ground, but you've no doubt it's going to intensify later.

"Alright, I'll see ya for lunch, Pipe." You bump his hoof with your fist and give a final check to your tool belt, then head off to join Fix and the mystery unicorn. Hopefully he doesn't have an attitude problem like Slate did...

You take a moment to gather your thoughts as you pass by the nearly-finished buildings on the north side of the complex. Just a few weeks ago, there was an empty lot there. Now it's the site of a couple of very nice future homes for some lucky ponies. And I helped build them, you think to yourself, smiling lightly. Getting to see the fruits of your labor is a definite perk of this job.

The mostly-completed northern side gives way to the significantly newer southern side, where three groups of ponies are busily working on the framework and scaffolding of a trio of condominiums. You spot the white coat and brown tail of Quick Fix as he carefully steps between a pair of crossbeams.

"Hey, Fix!" you call out to him. He turns at you and gives a wave before going back to his task.

"Mornin'. Was wondering if you were gonna show up at all. You feeling under the weather or something?"

"It's complicated," you say simply. "But I'm here now, so yeah...anyway, Pipe says you guys are doing some framework today?"

"Do me a favor and mark along the measure, would you?"

Fix sets a tapemeasure down on one end of a beam, pulling it the rest of the way with his teeth. You take out your pencil and make a series of hash marks along the length of the beam.

"Thanksh. But yeah, pretty mush. It'sh been...quite a bishy...mornin'...ptoo! Blech. Somepony forgot to remove the red chalk marks from this thing. Hate when that happens."

"Wouldn't be surprised if it was Haul. That guy always forgets to clean his tools after he borrows 'em."

"No kidding." Fix looks around for a moment before scratching his head in confusion. "I think we gotta cut these things down a bit, but I'll be damned if I can remember where that hacksaw went..."

You manage to find the missing tool after just a few seconds, returning with it in your hand. "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of 'em." Fix steadies the twin beams while you cut into them with a steady back-and-forth motion. It's a harder wood than you'd have thought, and you grunt with exertion as the saw's handle bites into your palm. At this rate, you're gonna be sweating up a storm by lunch time, despite the cold weather. Maybe a long-sleeved shirt wasn't a good idea after all.

"So where...is this...unicorn...who's supposed to...be helping us..."

"Oh, you mean Whip-Smart? He's off on the other side of the complex. Said he spotted a 'structurally incongruous mistake' with one of the outer walls on his way here." He laughs, adding, "So much for breaking the stereotype of the hoity-toity unicorn, huh?"

"Guess so. Sounds like...he might..." With a final shove you slice through the beams, leaning against the sawhorse to catch your breath. "...might actually be like Pipe said. Phew! I don't know who the genius was who thought of using such hard wood for something as simple as a support beam, but god damn."

"He doesn't strike me as a bad guy," Fix says with a shrug. "Kinda full of himself, sure, but he has a good head on his shoulders. You're probably a little wary of new guys after Slate, huh?"

To put it lightly. "Yeah, you could say that. I mean, besides you, of course. You've been here, what...a week now?"

"Just about."

"You're a pretty stand-up kinda stallion, I haven't regretted working with you. You planning on being here a while?" Quick Fix, while quieter than a lot of ponies you've worked this job with, has grown on you pretty quickly. He never really complains, he works hard, and he mostly keeps to himself. In a way, he reminds you of yourself, albeit smaller and more...pony-like. Even better, chatting him up gives you the chance to take your mind off the sickening attempt at slander someone obviously spent a lot of time working at.

He nods, readjusting the white hardhat on his head. "Sure. I mean, I've had a couple of jobs over the last few years, but none of them really stuck with me. I'm still not entirely convinced that I'm fully cut out for this construction thing, but it's been good to me so far. Started out a few months back, in Stalliongrad. That's where I met Slate, actually. Always had an attitude problem, even back then."

He looks around, and adds quietly, "Not to mention the fact that he really seemed to hate your guts because you're with that unicorn. What's her name?"

"Rarity," you reply.

"Yeah, Rarity. She's a real pretty one, no doubt about it. But being that obsessive over it? Freakin' creepy, if you ask me."

"You'll get no argument here. How'd you guys end up coming out to Ponyville, anyway? I'd always heard Stalliongrad was a pretty good place."

"Oh, it is," he says. You pick up the surprisingly heavy support beams and fit them together carefully, taking a long nail from your tool belt and hammering the two pieces together so that they meet at an angle.

"A little bigger than Ponyville, pretty similar feel to it, albeit a bit more industrialized. After that freak tornado dropped on us a few months ago, though, we were suddenly flooded with volunteers to help rebuild. I was out of work at the time and decided to pitch in, help set things right, that kinda thing. We ended up having way more volunteers than spots for workers, so some of us ended up getting shunted off to other places. Slate and I were sent to Ponyville."

"You didn't mind moving from home?" you ask.

"Not really. It's rare that I stay in one town for longer than a year or two. I move pretty frequently for work...just happens that the jobs I've taken have always wanted me to move here, or relocate there. Hoping to stay here for a while, though. I kinda like Ponyville. You folks are really...how do I put it...really friendly, even by pony standards. It feels like a small town, but with the amenities of a larger one. Does that make any sense?"

You nod, knowing full well what that's like. You've lived a few places like that yourself...before Ponyville, that is.

"Yeah, I understand what you mean. I've become pretty fond of this place, even if I stick out like a sore thumb." Fix gives your handy work a once-over before raising his right foreleg in the air -- the pony equivalent of a thumbs-up.

"Lookin' good so far. Now we just gotta do it, oh...eleven more times?"

"Can't wait," you say dryly. "You have any family out this way? If you're okay with talking about that, I mean. Don't wanna pry or anything."

"Nah, don't worry about it, I don't mind." Fix trots over to a pile of similar wooden beams and slides a few onto his back, carefully balancing them as he walks them over to the sawhorse. "Same deal?"

"Sure thing."

"Cool. But yeah, most of my family is back in Stalliongrad. Got a couple of brothers out here..." he places the tape measure back in his mouth -- but not before cleaning it of any remaining chalk dust. "Don't shee 'em mush, zho. It'sh kinda complica'ed. Alwaysh had muh work, and zhey had..." he spits the tape measure out, "...had theirs. Last I heard, they opened their own taxi service or something like that."

You struggle to remember the names of the stallions who pulled you and your more delicate companions up to Frostvalley. They looked very similar to fix, complete with amber eyes.

"Would their names happen to be...Pathfinder and Flat...Flat something or other?"

"Flat Out," he says with a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, that's them. I gotta say, I'm more than a little surprised that you know them. You do know them, right?"

"Sort of." You explain to Fix how you and the mares headed up to the vineyard, pulled by a pair of white-coated earth ponies who could almost be identical twins. Or triplets, rather.

"Well I'll be damned...heh. Shows how long it's been, huh? But yes, Flat Out and Pathfinder are my younger brothers by a couple of years. Funny that you'd run into them. How are they?"

You shrug, saying, "I couldn't tell you, I just talked to 'em for a few minutes. They seem happy with their job, though. They wanted me to tell you that they say 'hi'."

Quick Fix's ears flatten out as he glances away.

"They did? Huh...feel kinda like an ass. You gotta understand, we've never really been close. Well, I've never really been close. Those two are like peas in a pod, though. Our mom's always berating me for not keeping contact with them. Guess I don't really have an excuse now that I'm living here, huh?"

You don't say anything back, simply giving him a shrug and a sympathetic half-smile. You'd like to offer something sagely, but you can't find the words.

"Sorry, I don't mean to involve you in my personal stuff."

"No worries," you reply. "We've all got our proverbial skeletons and all that. God knows I've got enough of my own. Difference is, those old issues I have can never be resolved. Far as everyone back in my old life knows, I'm dead. Those old wounds may be gone for them, but I gotta live with 'em for the rest of my life."

Sagely? Probably not. But it's something.

"Shit, I'm sorry to hear that. Guess you've got a point."

"I dunno, man. I'm just a guy who's trying to live his life, and all this ridiculous horse shit keeps popping up around me. Uh, pardon the phrasing."

"I'm a pony, not a horse," he laughs. "No offense taken. But yeah, maybe Ponyville can be the start of something good. Who knows? Keep a steady job, meet some friends, find a mare...maybe start a family and live in a house with a picket fence. All that happy horse shit." He chuckles with you and jabs you with a hoof. "If you'll pardon the phrasing."

"I'll let it slide this once. I think you'll be a fine addition to our team, Fix. You're a good guy."

"Hey, thanks, bud. Same to you, even if you are a weird-looking human."

"Says the white earth pony," you reply with a smirk.

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, at least I'm unique."

"You're a regular fuckin' special snowflake, Fix."

"You know it," he laughs. "Hey, would you look at that? Another set of cross beams already done. We'll have this whole frame done by lunch!"

"Or so one can certainly hope," an unfamiliar voice replies. You turn your head to look for the source and spot an unfamiliar unicorn walking up behind you.

"I must say, your progress thus far has been rather remarkable."

You cock an eyebrow at the pony making his way toward you. His brick-red coat and white mane with silver streaks certainly makes him stand out from most of the other, more earth-toned ponies.

"Ah, but where are my manners? The name's Whip-Smart, or simply Whip for short. Although if you'd prefer to refer to me as 'Smart', I wouldn't complain too terribly, hm-hmm."

"Uh, yeah...nice to meet you, Whip." You stick out your fist and wait for him to return the favor with a hoof, but he simply stares curiously at your hand.

"So you're this mysterious 'human' I've heard so much about, hmm? Fascinating. Fully opposable digits must be quite useful, if past experience with gryphons has taught me anything." He finally sticks his hoof out, bumping it against your closed fist. "Pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Yeah, same. You don't seem too surprised by my appearance," you remark. Certainly it's a much more muted reaction than you're used to getting.

"Should I be? I've heard much about you, albeit with some rumors mixed in. One does not simply disappear into the crowd when one is nearly twice the size of most of a town's residents!" He laughs quietly, the small, frameless glasses with square lenses perched on his nose bouncing with the motion.

"You'd be surprised; a lot of ponies don't even pay me attention anymore. Still get the occasional gawker and all that, but nothing I can really do about it."

"So I imagine; I suppose it comes with time. BUT! I have taken up enough of our time as is; there is a heavy workload for us today, and the foreman will be quite livid if he finds us simply chatting it up instead of doing our jobs." You only now notice his eyes -- silver, like the streaks in his mane. Silver...just like a certain other pony you know. Could it be...?

"Hey, uh, Whip-Smart."

"Yes?" He looks at you over the top of his spectacles, floating a screwdriver from a tool belt slung around his torso.

"This is a long shot, but...do you happen to know an older unicorn stallion, probably in his fifties, by the name of Aegis? Runs a jewelry store downtown?"

The red-coated unicorn cocks an eyebrow, then smiles.

"Indeed I do! That would happen to be my dear father. I'm quite surprised you know of him. Furthermore, I'm quite surprised you even made such a connection!"

You're just meeting all kinds of relatives lately. Small world. Or maybe it's just a matter of most towns in Equestria being situated so close to each other.

"It was the eyes, never seen silver outside of your family." You point to your own eyes for emphasis. "He's actually working on...something...for me." No use in blabbing about your engagement necklace to everyone you see, lest one of them can't keep his mouth shut. "He's a great guy, really interesting history. He said he had a few sons, but never mentioned your names. I thought you helped out at the shop?"

Whip levitates another pair of wooden beams over to the sawhorse, straining slightly at the weight before setting them down. You and Fix grab either end and work the tape measure over them once again.

"We do, but it's mostly a part-time affair. Father keeps himself quite busy with the jewelry shop, and my brother is often out of town on business. I do drop by from time to time to help out, however. Last I'd heard, he was working on a magical gem! How marvelous. You should see him, it's like he's fallen in love with his job all over again. I think it was something the old stallion had missed over the years."

Fix sets a nail in place with a hoof, swapping places with you as you pull out a hammer and drive the nail home. He turns toward Whip, asking, "So how'd you get into construction, anyway? Don't take this the wrong way, but you sound a little too...proper...to be hauling lumber and such. I thought unicorns usually avoided manual labor."

Whip waves a hoof and chuckles, magically holding the crossbeams in place while he talks.

"None taken, I assure you. Yes, it's true that most unicorns would rather focus on the intellectual than the physical, but that's mostly due to societal pressures and traditionalist thinking. Simply put, it's what a unicorn is 'expected' to do. Not that there's anything wrong with focusing on one over the other, if it makes one happy. However, I've always held the belief that doing so limits one's potential. My father is a great example of this; as a unicorn he could have easily been accepted into the Arcane Ministries, but he chose to go with the Royal Guard instead, as a sword-and-shield defender. After he was injured in the line of duty, he retired his arms and armor and settled down here, in Ponyville, with the help of my dear mother, and opened his current business. I actually get my coat and mane from her, and my eyes and horn from my father."

"And you got into construction for a similar reason?"

"Quite so, yes. I was never with the Royal Guard, nor did I sustain combat-related injuries, but something about sitting around all day never never really appealed to me. Thus, I bounced from profession to profession for a few years before settling on construction. If I'm honest, I quite enjoy it. There's a certain satisfaction that comes with knowing you helped create something permanent." He chuckles, adding, "And I must say, the look on a physically stronger earth pony's face when you manage to do something he can't is priceless. Especially when said earth pony underestimates you because of your refined demeanor! Present company excluded, of course."

Whip turns around to find something, and only then do you notice his cutie mark -- a unicorn horn within a trio of horseshoes.

"Hey, Whip."

"Yes?"

"That symbol, your cutie mark...I've never seen that before. What is it?"

"Ah, that," he says as he turns back and glances at it. "That would be an old Equestrian symbol for intellect, dating back to the first era. Quite a unique thing, wouldn't you say?"

His specialty is intellect?

"So, what...you're really, really good at being smart or something?"

"Oh, no," he laughs, "it's nothing like that! I simply have a knack for remembering things. I can, for example, remember the names of every single pony I've worked with since I graduated Talent School, or the schematics for every building I've worked on. Comes in quite useful, if I do say so. You can see how it would be a valuable asset in this line of work."

No doubt about it -- he's like a male Rarity, down to the demeanor, albeit less obsessed with fashion. As far as you know. A bit full of himself -- just a tiny bit -- but he seems like a decent enough coworker, and his penchant for remembering details could be pretty handy.

"One more thing: Do you happen to know a pegasus by the name of Slate? Grey pegasus, maroon mane and eyes?"

The brick-red unicorn rubs his chin in thought.

"Slate...I don't believe so, no. Should I?"

"No, just wonderin'," you respond with a shake of your head. "He was a real asshole in the short time he worked here, you can ask Fix about it. He might not be done with it, either."

"Hmm. How unfortunate. Well, if ever I see this 'Slate' fellow I shall let you know. Is he prone to bouts of physical violence?"

Does almost killing you with rebar count?

"Kind of. Gave me this gash right here, courtesy of a length of iron he dropped." You point to the scar above your ear, causing Whip to cringe at the sight.

"How barbaric. Well, rest assured, I am no stranger to defending myself if need be. Father made sure to teach us self-defense from a young age. It helps to be well rounded and what-not, wouldn't you agree?"

"Couldn't hurt." You check your wrist watch and are surprised to find that it's been nearly ten minutes since you finished your last task. Pipe may be a good guy, but if he finds the three of you standing around and doing nothing...

"Let's get back to work, or it's gonna be our heads. But, you know, nice talking with you, Whip. Welcome to the team."

"Likewise, and thank you."

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The rest of the work day passes fairly quickly, all things considered. Fix and Whip-Smart managed to keep your mind off things most of the time, and the increasingly cold weather ensured that you weren't going to be worrying about Cashmere or Slate or whoever it was so long as the wind blew. You're going to have to start taking a jacket with you, at this rate.

As soon as that whistle blew to end the day, however...all bets were off. With a final wave to the guys, your mind shifted from work to less pleasant tasks -- namely, finding out who was responsible for attempting to embarrass you and Rarity. You hope she hasn't been beating herself up over it all day.

You quickly walk across Ponyville back to the boutique, arriving just as Rarity switches the sign to 'closed'. She looks bedraggled and worn out, no doubt from a busy day.

"You think you can make time for one more customer?" you call out as you approach your uniquely-shaped home. Rarity looks up and smiles warmly despite her apparent exhaustion, her eyes lighting up as she sees you.

"I believe I can find it somewhere within me," she answers back, trotting over to you and standing on her hind legs to give you a loving kiss. "I missed you, my love."

"I missed you too, baby." You run your hand through her mane and nuzzle her cheek with your own, relieved to be home again. "How'd the day go?"

She waves a hoof, motioning toward the Boutique.

"All things considered, I suppose it wasn't too terribly worrisome. We were absolutely slammed with orders starting around eleven, and it didn't stop until just an hour ago. I don't think I've done so much running about in quite some time. Fluttershy has helped me out quite a bit through the day, but she's had to repeatedly head down to her cottage to look after...whatever it is she looks after. Woodland creatures and such, one would imagine. She should be back shortly."

She embraces you tightly and rests her head against your chest.

"I've missed you so much."

"A lot on your mind today?" you ask. She nods softly, rubbing her cheek against your shirt.

"I'm afraid so, darling. Work has been hectic, but thankfully so. Still, I can't help but picture those vile posters displayed all over the walls this morning. Try as I might, they still rise to the forefront of my thoughts every so often. Celestia knows I wish they wouldn't."

"I know what you mean, hon. We kept busy at the job site, but I couldn't very well go telling everyone about our situation, you know?"

She looks up at you with her big, azure eyes, but the glow that's usually there is replaced by shades of worry.

"I would certainly hope not. Something so private should remain private. Our...stalker...would do well to remember such things." She glances away and bites her lip before looking back at you. "I don't suppose you found out anything about that, did you?"

You shake your head, replying simply, "Afraid not."

"Then I suppose we're still at square one, aren't we? That's somewhat disheartening to hear."

"Hey, honey," You tilt her chin up with you hand, "we'll find whoever did this, okay? There's always suspect number one." You jerk your head down the street, toward the partially visible facade of Elegant Expectations. "And if it's not her, we'll just go from there."

A sour look crosses Rarity's face as she considers the possibility of her former friend doing something so low.

"I must admit, I really hope it's not her, darling. She may be conniving and ruthless, but I've a hard time picturing her as some sort of...perverse slanderer."

"To be honest, I kinda do, too, but you never know. Either way, we'll get to the bottom of this. Promise." You caress her cheek with your palm, and she smiles despite the issue at hand.

"I sincerely hope so. I'm in no hurry to see a repeat of such malicious actions, no matter who it's from. I just want to live a happy, content life with my loving man and life-long friend." She laughs gently, adding, "I'd rather take a hundred complications from our rather unique situation over one instance of our current worries."

"You and me both, Rarity," you reply.

"Such things can wait for now, however. Cashmere won't be going anywhere for the next few hours, so we've ample time to get you out of those dirty clothes and into something more fitting. And clean."

"Couldn't very well argue that, hon." The front of your shirt is covered in dried sweat and damp dirt, your forearms flecked with wood shavings, and your palms blackened by grease...some of which is now staining Rarity's face. For once, she doesn't seem to mind.

"You could probably do with a shower yourself."

"I suppose a bit of a clean-up is in order, isn't it?"

You rub a fingertip over her nose, leaving a black mark along its path.

"Probably a good idea."

Rarity giggles and gives you another kiss, this one more passionate and lingering.

"I think a shower sounds wonderful, darling. Perhaps you'll join me?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you reply with a wink and a smile. "I'm just happy to be back with you. It's been a long day."

"A feeling I very much share." Rarity drops back down to all fours and walks inside, checking to make sure the sign still reads properly. "It's good to have you home, darling. Let's get you looking like a proper gentleman again."

==========

By the time you get cleaned up and enjoy a nice, quiet dinner with Rarity and Fluttershy it's already well past six. The sun sets early this time of year -- or rather, Celestia lowers it early -- and it's nearly dark out, with just a hint of sunlight peaking over the distant Swayback mountains. With it comes a corresponding drop in temperature, which unfortunately means you're forced to don your Sweetie-branded jacket before stepping outside.

Your destination is just down the street: Cashmere's store. She has the motivation to slander you and Rarity, not to mention the financial means. Even if it wasn't her directly, you really wouldn't put it beyond her to hire someone to do it in her place. Rarity insisted on coming along with you, taking one of the posters with her in a small saddlebag. You invited Fluttershy, but you doubted she'd want to get involved. Sure enough, she decided to stay back at the Boutique and clean the place up a little.

"My, but it is getting rather cold out," Rarity says as the two of you close and lock the front door. She's wearing a different jacket than the one in the photo; she feels like the other one has been 'tainted'. Knowing her, it'll only last until she washes it. She loves that jacket far too much to be done with it forever.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say we brought the weather from Frostvalley back with us." The light flurries of the afternoon have subsided for the moment, leaving a very thin coating of snow over most everything. It actually looks pretty nice; you missed snow in Ponyville, even though it means more problems for work.

"If only the cold were the least of our worries!" She sighs deeply and looks up at you with a hint of sadness. "I truly hope this is not Cashmere's doing. I've been disappointed in her for quite some time, but this...this just goes above and beyond what I've come to expect from her."

"I guess we'll find out soon enough, honey. I don't know about you, but I just want to get it over with."

She nods in agreement, fixing the fluffy hat on her head.

"Very much so. I suppose I'm ready if you are."

It's only a short walk down to Elegant Expectations, but it feels much longer -- the possibilities race through your head. It could be Cashmere, you think to yourself. Or it could be Slate. Or Cashmere working with Slate. Or One of Fix's brothers...they knew you were there...or another guest at the vineyard...

"Darling," Rarity asks quietly as you pass by a lit street lantern, "suppose we do find the culprit. What then? Do we haul them off to the guards? We've no proof of who did it. All the poster shows is the two of us making love, with some vulgar language scrawled over it. It's hardly enough to indicate a particular pony."

The thought had crossed your mind; the guard won't just arrest someone because you say the pony in question did it.

"Honestly? I don't know, Rarity. I'm just kinda playing this by ear right now. We'll think of something."

"I do hope you're right..."

"Hey, don't worry about it right now, okay? First we have to find out who did it in the first place."

Rarity nod solemnly, mentally steeling herself for a potential conflict with Cashmere.

Elegant Expectations is mostly dark as you approach the storefront, with the sweeping, red letters glowing orange-red under the light of a nearby streetlight. You're not sure how much longer it's supposed to be open, but you'd guess Cashmere's nearly done. A few lights are still shining on the sales floor, and there's a smaller desk lamp near the back. No doubt she'll be in the back.

You take a deep breath as you and Rarity approach the door.

"You ready, hon?"

"As ready as I may ever be, darling."

You pull open the door and follow behind Rarity, unzipping your jacket in the pleasantly warmer air inside.

"Welcome to Elegant Expectations!" You'd recognize that too-happy voice anywhere...

"Good evening, Blossom," Rarity says with a curt nod and a friendly smile.

"Oh, Miss Rarity! It's so nice to see you again!" Her bright pink braces flash as she smiles broadly, similar in color to her coat and two-toned pink mane and tail. The only thing that isn't pink is her blue eyes. "I was hoping I'd see you again, I wanted to say thank you for those wonderful products you gave me and my friends!" she lisps, slurring her 's' sounds into 'sh', no doubt from her braces.

"Of course, Blossom, of course. I'm simply happy that you've enjoyed them." Rarity is smiling and talking politely, but you can tell she's not exactly in the mood for it. Still, if years of upper-crust society has taught her anything, it's how to be polite at all times, even when she'd rather not be. She's good at it, too.

"You know," she continues, "I've a shipment of some new products coming in soon. If you and your friends would like to come by, I believe I can offer them to you at a significant discount. Consider it a thank-you for your continued interest."

"Oh, really?! Wow, that's great, Miss Rarity! That shampoo and conditioner combination you gave me has been amazing! I even got that boy at school to notice me!" Between her bright coloring and super-bubbly personality, you wonder how anyone could not notice her...just not in the way she intends.

"Did you, now? Well isn't that something. Congratulations, my dear! See? A bit of self-confidence goes a long way."

"I'll say! We're going on a second date next week!" She giggles loudly, more than a little excited at the prospect. At least she's happy. Well...happier than usual, anyway.

"That's wonderful news, darling! I wish you only the best with your new-found gentlecolt." Rarity looks around for Cashmere before turning back to Morning Blossom. "Blossom, do you happen to know if Miss Cash is currently in? We'd like to speak with her on a rather urgent matter."

"Urgent?" Her eyes shrink down to pinpoints for a split second in surprise, accompanied by a loud gasp. "Oh, why didn't you say so? I wouldn't want to keep you from your business stuff! Yeah, Miss Cash is in the back office. You want me to get her for you?"

"No thank you, my dear. We'll just go back and find her, I'm sure she won't mind."

"Oh, okay then." Blossom adjusts the small name tag clipped to her collar-only work vest, adding, "I really like your hat, by the way. It's very...fuzzy."

"Why thank you, I'm quite fond of it myself. If you're interested in one of your own, Pearlesence sells them at her store across town. It shouldn't break your bank, I'd wager."

"That sounds great! Um, yeah, I'll let you get back to what you came here for! It was nice to see you again, Miss Rarity!"

"Same here, Blossom. Do take care of yourself."

Blossom happily trots off to a clothing rack across the store, finally leaving Rarity and yourself.

"Thanks for handling that," you say with a laugh. "She's way too perky for me to handle."

"Think nothing of it, darling," she replies, giggling at the bouncy earth pony. "I dare say that many of my beauty line's sales come from Blossom and her friends. Word of mouth is a powerful thing."

Rarity takes a deep breath and centers herself, her demeanor becoming more serious.

"Let's go do what we came here to do."

The sales desk at the rear of the store sits unoccupied, but an adjoining door is wide open; a light from the small room gives away Cashmere's presence. You don't bother with the bell this time, simply knocking on the opened door.

"Sorry, Blossom, I'm a little busy at the moment. Go straighten up the textile shelves or something."

Rarity steps inside the back office, not wanting to waste any time.

"I assure you, Cashmere, Blossom is working quite diligently already."

Cashmere looks up from her desk, cocking an eyebrow at you as she sets her floating pencil down.

"Well if it isn't my favorite mare in the whole world...and she even brought her lover-boy with her."

"Hello, Cashmere," you say flatly.

"I'm a little surprised to see you two already...come to admit defeat?"

"I am doing no such th--"

"Relax, Rarity, I'm just kidding." She laughs and brushes her poofy hair out of her eyes, looking you over.

"You'll forgive me if I'm in no mood for such nonsense," Rarity states. With a burst of magic she removes the hat from her head and folds it into the one-sided saddlebag hanging over her waist.

"So it would seem." Cashmere's own horn flares with emerald-green magic, levitating a pair of wine glasses and a small bottle from a drawer in her desk. "So what's eating you, babe? You look like you could kill an ursa right now." She pours a small amount in a glass for herself before raising it in your direction.

"Care for a little liquid relaxant? I'd say you could use some."

Rarity waves a hoof at the offer, obviously a little annoyed with her former friend's casual demeanor.

"Cashmere, I'm going to get to the point: I want to know what you know about this morning."

"This morning...this morning..." The cream-yellow unicorn swirls the wine around in her glass, staring up at the ceiling as she tilts back in her chair. "Well, let's see...I woke up at about four after going to bed early, then made myself some breakfast, aaaand then I started prepping the store at about five." She smiles over the rim of the glass before taking a sip, slowly licking her lips as she glances at you. "I'm curious as to why you care about the minutiae of a Monday morning, babe."

You answer for Rarity, who is busy pulling up a seat of her own.

"Because I think you're leaving something out, Cashmere. Something far less bland."

"Do you now?"

"I do." Rarity hops up to her seat and unbuttons her jacket with a brief flash of concentration, letting it fall open. Cashmere raises her eyebrows at the sight, laughing quietly.

"Funny how removing clothing is somehow sexier than just seeing everypony walking around nude all day, isn't it? Who woulda thought." She takes another sip of her wine before setting it down on the desk. Part of you is sure she's enjoying the attention, whatever her true motivations may be. "I suppose that's why we're able to make a living. You know, I heard someone say that 'dress making is the art of wearing more, so that it appears you're wearing less'. Pretty apt, wouldn't you say?"

"That's all well and fine, Cash," Rarity answers, "but I haven't come here to discuss such things. In fact, I'm going to mirror my darling dearest in saying that you left something out of your morning schedule. I don't think you're telling us everything."

Cashmere's facade slowly becomes more serious as she leans forward in her chair, resting her forelegs on the desk.

"Are you sure about that, Rarity?"

"I believe I am," she says in return. "Call it a hunch."

"Because I don't think you want to go down this road."

"Try me, Cashmere."

All of Rarity's suspicions are clearly visible, just below the surface. The idea of her former friend committing such a vile act is looking more and more like a reality.

Cashmere taps a hoof on the table, her eyes darting between the two of you.

"Are you really sure you wanna know what else happened this morning?"

"I've no time for your games. Be out with it already."

"Fine. You want the truth, Rarity? You got it." She leans forward on her desk, narrowing her eyes.

"The truth is...this morning...about four thirty or so..."

You brace yourself for the oncoming shit-storm.

"...I clopped off."

Her serious facade twitches with an attempt to suppress a laugh, but she quickly loses her composure and laughs as she leans back.

"Ah-ha-HAAAA! You...you should have seen the look on your faces! Baaahahaha!"

Rarity's eye twitches slightly as you look over at her -- she's staring off into the distance, an annoyed expression on her face. Well, that was...unexpected.

"What...what the fuck did you think I did this morning?! Murdered the Princesses?! Maybe foalnapped some poor kid and made them work slave labor?! Haaahahahaaaa!" Cashmere pounds a hoof into the desk as she laughs; it takes her nearly a minute to regain her composure.

"Oh...oh shit...that was good stuff..."

She downs the rest of her wine before refilling it, a final chuckle leaving her lips.

"You should really lighten up, Rares. Live a little. 'Stern' is just so...unbecoming on you. Totally clashes with your mane, babe."

"You have got to be shitting me," you say as you lean forward in your chair, your hand covering your eyes. "You have got to be shitting me..."

"No shitting here, boy-toy," she replies with a smile. "Gave myself a little...early-morning motivation. Does wonders for stress."

Rarity sighs deeply and sinks down in her chair, covering her face with a hoof.

"Somehow, Cashmere, you still manage to surprise me. I really don't know how, but you do. I should really expect such things."

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

"That's not the only thing you're full of," you mutter to yourself.

"But seriously," she says as she takes another long pull of her wine, "what the hell are you down here for? What happened that you think I did?"

Rarity looks over at you with an exasperated expression, then motions to her saddlebag. You unclasp the hook and reach in, pulling out a rolled-up poster from this morning.

"There's something I need to know about. I've still got my suspicions, but on the off chance that it isn't your fault, perhaps you'll know whose fault it actually is."

You gently toss the poster onto the desk, watching as Cashmere unrolls it. He eyes widen as she looks it over, and she lets out a low whistle.

"Holy shit, babe..."

"Yes, I'm afraid it's qui--"

"You came here to give me a picture of you and your handsome human hunk fucking each other? That's one hell of a gift."

Rarity's mouth hangs open for a moment as she struggles to find the words.

"You...NO! I did not come here to offer you pornography of our most intimate moments!"

"Really? Because that's what it looks like. Would you look at that...strategically placed jacket if ever one existed. I've seen some big ones, honey, but judging by your position, I'd say mister mysterious next to you has one hell of a c--"

"CASHMERE!" Rarity yells, stomping a hoof on the ground. "Perhaps you could politely refrain from speculating about such things?!"

Cashmere waves a hoof dismissively and laughs again.

"You're no fun, Rares." She flips her hair and bites her lip as she looks at you. "But you, boy-toy...you look like a lot of fun. It's been a long time since I had a real man...I bet I'd be awfully tight..."

You roll your eyes and sigh deeply, already tired of the fully-expected flirting.

"You can stop at any time, Cashmere. I'd say it's getting old, but I think we're well past that point."

She shrugs her shoulders and turns back to Rarity, adding, "Just having a little fun, babe. I don't think such a thing is out of the question when you basically just barged into my office and accused me of...this," she taps a hoof on the poster. "You're lucky in I'm such a good mood tonight, or I'd likely just toss your asses out of here."

"You could try," you answer, less than amused.

"Whatever you say, lover-boy."

"Are you quite done now?" Rarity asks, tossing her jacket onto a nearby coat rack. "Can we get to the issue at hoof?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done, babe. So what's your big issue here? Someone took a picture of you two bumping uglies? Big deal. Hell, that's one of my turn-ons."

"The issue, Cashmere, is with what's written on that poster. I suggest you take another look...and this time, don't focus on my private matters."

"Fine, have it your way. Let's see here..." she looks over the poster once more, smiling in surprise as she notices the now-faded writing over top of the image. "What in the world...'Slut'? 'Whore'? Someone wrote this?"

Rarity nods at the question with a sickened look.

"Indeed they did. And this wasn't the only one; when we arrived home this morning, the front of the Boutique was quite literally covered with these vile posters! And not just attacking myself, either. A good number of them attacked my darling as well. You can imagine my surprise when we'd returned from a pleasant stay up in Frostvalley Meadows, only to encounter...this."

"Well no shit..." Cashmere shakes her head in disbelief, taking another drink from her glass. "That's just sick, Rarity."

"Yes, without a doubt. I'm glad you agree."

"I mean, really...'slut'? You're way too classy to be a slut. I'd use the term 'debutante'. Perhaps 'mare of the night'." She laughs under her breath at her own joke, glancing over at Rarity -- who is, not surprisingly, not laughing in return. "It was worth a try," she shrugs. "So anyway, when is this picture from? Must be pretty recent if it's giving you fits like this."

Rarity sighs and yanks the bottle of wine from Cashmere's desk with a burst of magic, taking a short swig from it.

"You'll excuse me if I sample some of your wine, Cash. Between you and the poster I find myself in need of some sort of relief."

"Help yourself, babe."

Rarity takes another drink before offering it to you, but you politely decline before she sets it back down on the table, sticking her tongue out at the taste.

"Ugh, I'd expected your taste in wine to be far more refined."

"Eh, it gets the buzz goin'."

"Indeed. But to answer your question: it was taken last night. You see, we'd decided to take a day trip up to Frostvalley Meadows, to a charming little vineyard. A vineyard, I might add, that produces far superior wine to what you're currently imbibing."

Cashmere motions for her to continue as she drinks straight from the bottle.

"It was a truly marvelous time, and an absolutely gorgeous place, run by two of the nicest ponies you'd ever hope to meet."

"Sounds real freakin' magical," Cashmere quips. "Bring me a postcard sometime."

Rarity ignores her, continuing, "At some point in the night, roughly around, oh...ten or ten thirty, wouldn't you say, darling?" she asks you.

"Around there, yeah" you reply. You're not entirely sure; keeping track of time was the last thing on your mind.

"At some point around there, we found ourselves becoming, well...intimate, as couples are wont to do. It was at this time that someone decided to take that picture of us through a window. Presumably they spent the rest of the night printing up dozens of these horrid things to tack up all around the Boutique. When we arrived home this morning, they were all over the door and the walls. Absolutely horrid."

"Well, shit, Rarity." The two-toned unicorn looks down at the poster again. "Sounds like somepony out there really hates you. And your man. Who the hell did you piss off so bad?"

"That's just the thing, Cashmere...I've no idea. Besides, well...you...I can't think of a single other pony who would do such a thing driven by hate."

Cash sits up in her seat, pointing an accusatory hoof at Rarity.

"Watch your implications, Rarity. 'Hate' is a very strong word. I don't fucking 'hate' anypony. Oh, sure, if I'm pissed off I may say otherwise, but I don't hate you. Don't get me wrong, you're by no means my favorite pony in the world, but it's not hate. More like...loathing. I can't stand the fact that you're so Goddesses-damned stubborn, but that's about as far as it extends."

You jump in to add your two cents.

"What about 'Cashmere doesn't fuck around', huh? I can recall that very clearly."

"Calm down, handsome. What I said was true: I don't fuck around, at least when it comes to my business dealings. Something you've apparently yet to learn. Don't worry, you won't be so clueless for long."

"Is that a threat?"

"A promise. But that's neither here nor there. Point is, I didn't do this, and I don't know who did. What the hell would I stand to gain from it, anyway?"

"Slander, for one." You wouldn't put it above her.

"Slander? To what end, exactly? Let me explain this as simply as I can, so that even you can understand it: Slander is not how you run a fucking business. Let's say I did decide to do this, I went through all the trouble to follow you up to Frostvalley, somehow staying out of sight for the entire duration, then waited until you and your marefriend got hot and heavy and took a picture. Hell, if I did somehow wind up catching you two in the act, I'd probably just watch and give myself a little rubbing, you know?"

"Charming," Rarity quips.

"Then once I have this picture, I take it home and somehow blow it up into several dozen posters, which I then tack up all over your little business. What would that accomplish? 'Hey, look, everypony!'" she mimics, waving her forelegs dramatically. "'Rarity and her long-term human fuck-buddy have sex with each other! GASP!' Pfft."

She pushes the poster away and laughs at the idea.

"Big fucking surprise. Couples have sex. Who woulda thought?" She takes a long pull from her wine before setting it back down, glancing in your direction. "The only thing that would come from that would be sympathy. Everypony in this town knows you two, or knows of you. Do you really think I'd gain a single damned thing from such an act? Come on, babe. I may be impulsive and hot-headed at times...among other parts...but I'm not stupid."

Rarity doesn't say anything for a long moment, simply looking her former friend over.

"I suppose I don't give you enough credit, Cashmere. I may not be overjoyed with the mare you've become, but one doesn't gain business by being so blatantly slanderous."

"No shit, Rarity. Remember that next time you want to point a hoof and cry wolf."

"Yes, well...for what it's worth, Cashmere, I apologize. I am not too proud to do such a thing." She may not be too proud to admit her mistakes, but you're sure it wasn't an easy thing for her to say.

"Forget about it," the cream-yellow unicorn says with a hoof wave. "So, the question remains...who did this? You're probably dying to find out, I'd imagine."

"To say the least," you answer. "You didn't happen to see anyone come by the Boutique early this morning, did you? I saw you wave to me when we were passing by, you had to have been here for a while."

"Hmmm...just the usual early-risers. And that flower-selling mare, you know, the one who operates the cart around the corner. Couple of random ponies...actually," she sits up in her chair, "I did see this stallion who looked pretty interested in your store. Thought maybe he was just waiting for you to open up or something. He walked around it a few times, but took off after a few minutes. I was in the back office or the store room after that, at least until you walked by. Couldn't say for sure."

Wait, took off? As in, flew?

"Cash," you ask her, "this stallion you saw...did he happen to have a dark coat? Like a charcoal gray kind of color? Maybe a lighter, reddish mane?"

She cocks her head at the question.

"Come to think of it, yeah. Kinda stood out...you don't usually see too many dark-colored pegasus ponies, you know?"

A scene suddenly plays through your head of a dark-grey pegasus scoping out the Boutique before flying off, only to return shortly with dozens of posters.

"I fucking knew it," you exclaim as you scoot your chair back, shaking your head. "I fucking knew it!"

"Something I should know about, handsome?"

You ignore Cashmere, placing a hand on the back of Rarity's chair. "Honey, it was Slate! He's the one who did all this!"

She gives you a confused look, unable to register the name for a moment.

"Slate? I'm not sure..." She gasps in recognition. "That horrible pegasus from the tea house?! The one who almost killed you?!"

"Yeah, that's him." You stand up and start pacing the room, suddenly feeling unable to remain still. "That obsessive motherfucker! I can't believe it!"

Cashmere trots out from behind her desk, standing beside Rarity.

"Look, I'm pretty lost here. Who the hell is Slate?"

"He's a god damned prick, is what he is!" you answer.

"He's...he's got some issues, Cashmere." Rarity is thankfully more clear-headed than you at the moment. "To make a rather long story short, I used to know Slate when he worked in a small tea house on the other side of town, but only as a customer. I maintained friendly conversation with him, as either of us would do with any customer, but he became a bit...obsessed, it would seem. I had no idea of this until last week, when my darling dearest here encountered him at his job. After an incident that may or may not have been an accident, my love was left lying on the ground, bleeding from a gash in his head."

You point to the scar over your left ear, causing Cashmere to cock an eyebrow at it.

"What, so this Slate guy almost offed you?"

"Just about," you admit. "If I hadn't had that hardhat on..."

"Shit, and I thought I had enemies."

Rarity hops down from her chair and stands next to you, resting her head against your side. You continue the story for her.

"So yeah, after that asshole nearly killed me, he refused to help me up. Then he went on this...fucking tangent about how I ruined his life, and stole his woman, and all this shit. Then he flew off, and that was the last I heard from him. At least, I was hoping it would be the last time. Can you imagine? I'd only known the guy for a few hours, but he hated me so much that he felt the need to tell me off."

You purse your lips, clenching your hand into a fist so hard that you're actually trembling.

"He's dead. He's fucking dead."

Cashmere gives you an odd look and points a hoof at Rarity.

"Rarity, tell your man to calm the hell down."

Rarity looks up at you and grasps your hand between her hooves.

"Darling, please...I am no happier about this situation than you are, but we mustn't lose our heads. We know the culprit now, to a reasonable degree. We're not going to storm off into the night to find him."

You take a deep breath and unclench your fist, resting it on her head.

"Sorry, hon. You're right. You gotta excuse me for being just a tad bit pissed off right now. Asshole nearly ended my life, and now he's trying to ruin yours. This isn't gonna stand. Not by a long shot."

"We shall deal with it as it develops, darling." She kisses your hand and gives you a reassuring smile, and you can feel the tension start to melt away. She certainly has a way about things like this.

"Look, you two...I'm sorry you're going through this, I am. If I were in your situation, I'd probably react the same way. If it really was this Slate guy, I hope he gets what's coming to him. Maybe you should just go home and relax, alright?"

"That's unusually...nice...of you, Cash."

"Honey, we may not see eye-to-eye, and Celestia knows we have enough issues with each other as is, but I'm still a pony. I'm not entirely heartless." She floats over the wine bottle, hovering it just in front of her."Besides, I still need to finish closing out for the night. Blossom should have locked up and left by now, but finances don't keep track of themselves."

Rarity smiles lightly.

"A fact I'm all too aware of."

"You see? We don't have to be at each others' throats all the time." She levitates the bottle in front of you with a bemused smile. "Still wanna turn down that drink, handsome?" You look at bottle for a few seconds, then begrudgingly grab it from the air with the familiar tingle of magical energy against your hand. You take a long pull from the bottle, not entirely enjoying the taste, but not really caring, either.

"Christ, that's awful," you say with a sour face. "You really should get some better wine."

"I dunno, I kinda like it," she grins.

Rarity grabs her jacket from the coat rack, slipping around her forelegs and over her waist before buttoning it closed. You help her out by reaching back into her saddlebag and pulling out her fuzzy cap, fluffing it a few times before setting it on her head.

"Thank you, darling. I do believe I'm quite ready to go."

Cashmere walks back to her desk, pulling the poster toward her. You'd almost forgotten about it.

"Does this mean I can keep this one?" she asks with a wry smile.

"Some things never change," Rarity says with a roll of her eyes, yanking it from the desk and rolling it back up. You grasp the offending poster and slip it back into the bag, giving her a quick kiss as you stand back up. "We shall take our leave now, Cashmere. I...I want to thank you. For helping us. Even if it wasn't intentional."

"Sure thing, babe," the other unicorn replies, "You two have a good night, now. Go home and have some more wild sex, and try not to get photographed this time."

Rarity scoffs and starts walking out the door as you nod to Cashmere, who is leaning back in her chair with the rest of her bottle. "Stay classy, Cash," you say as you walk out.

"You know me, boy-toy. I'm always classy."

The darkened interior of Elegant Expectations gives way to the pale streetlights as you head back outside; with a deep breath of cold air, you feel yourself gaining a bit more balance to your thoughts. It could have gone much worse, and despite her expected flirtations and annoyingly smug attitude for most of the conversation, you're at least happy to have a good lead on who your obsessive stalker is.

Despite the short walk to the Boutique, Rarity stops at a bench on the side of the road, halfway to your destination. She pats the spot next to her, clearing away a thin layer of snow with her hoof. You smile and park yourself next to her, putting an arm around her back and leaning your head against hers. Between the cloudy skies and the glow of the lights, the night is oddly calm, almost silent. You spend several minutes enjoying it in silence with the mare of your dreams, letting your mind drift away from Cashmere, and Slate, and all the nonsense that's been with you through the entire day.

"I'm glad we went together," she says quietly. "I couldn't have done it on my own."

"Of course, baby. We're in this together." You grasp a hoof in your hand and kiss it gently, staring into her deep blue eyes.

"I'm quite relieved that it wasn't Cashmere, to say the least. I realize she and I aren't exactly the best of friends, but still, the thought of her resorting to such baser nonsense was something I did not look forward to."

"I know. I was hoping it wasn't her. Though now we have to worry about that obsessive pegasus." You kick the snow at your feet, quietly adding, "That fucking prick."

"He can wait, darling. I doubt he'll disappear after such a stunt. We've plenty of time to find him."

"Yeah, but how the hell do you find a pegasus? He could be literally anywhere."

Rarity kisses your cheek and tucks her head into your arm.

"I may have an idea. But let's not worry about him for now, okay?"

"Yeah, you're right, hon. He doesn't have the most beautiful woman in Equestria sharing his bed. He can eat his heart out."

"Indeed he can, darling," she smiles gently. "I think it's about time we head home. Fluttershy must be wondering where we are after all this time. Wouldn't want to worry her."

"She does enough of that already," you laugh.

"Indeed she does," Rarity replies with a quiet giggle. "She should be in bed soon...perhaps then we can head downstairs and spend some time together. After Cashmere's place, I've a sudden urge to taste some real wine, not that five-bit swill she seems to enjoy so much."

You stand back up and offer your hand, helping Rarity down from the bench. The back of her coat is flecked with snow, and you brush it off as she checks herself over.

"I thought you'd had enough alcohol for now," you remind her with a grin. "Remember?"

"I can make an exception tonight, I believe. Celestia knows we've enough reason to partake in a little."

"In that case, it sounds just fine."

"I thought you might agree." She shakes the last of the snow from her mane, then lifts a foreleg up to you. "Let's go home, darling."

Chapter Fifteen: Best Laid Plans

"He did what?!"

You weren't expecting Pipe Wrench to take the news of Slate's little stunt very well. The only reason you told him in the first place was because you needed something from him, and he's not likely to divulge such information without a little convincing. So far, you're hoping that your 'convincing' hasn't backfired.

"Just like I said, Pipe: Dozens of 'em, all over the walls."

Rarity likely isn't going to be very happy when she finds out that you told Pipe about the situation, but you can't really see an alternative; you need evidence of Slate's guilt, and you're not likely to get it without knowing where he lives. You know Pipe has to have a record of Slate's address, at least at the time of his joining up...you're just trying to get access to it.

"Goddess damnit, pal..." Pipe puts a hoof over his face and rubs the side of his head. "Look...it ain't that I don't think the scumbag has it comin'. That's not it. He can tie his wings together and jump off a cliff for all I care. What I don't want happenin' is you stompin' off with some kind of vigilante justice thoughts in your head. You're a good guy, and the last thing I need is for your ass to wind up in a prison cell because ya killed him or somethin'. You understand, right?"

"Come on, Pipe," you try to reason, "I'm not gonna kill the guy." Severely wound? Maybe. But not kill. Depends on how much time you have with him. "What, you think it's okay if he just gets away with this?"

"You know that ain't what I'm thinkin'," he replies with a stern look. "If this sick bastard really did follow you and Miss Rarity all the way up to Frost-whatever, and stuck around until you two was gettin' all personal-like, then yeah, he's got some answerin' to do. No doubt about it. But what if it ain't Slate, huh? You gonna barge into the guy's house, only to get the guards called on you in return? Hear-say from this Cashew--"

"Cashmere," you correct him.

"--Cashmere, whatever. Hear-say from somepony who is an open enemy a' yours ain't likely to be the best evidence, ya know? You'd need solid proof."

"Which is exactly why I'm asking you in the first place," you remind him. "You've got his address on record, I know you do. I've seen that big rolodex you keep in the office trailer. You added my name to it the day I was hired, remember?"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd remember that..." Pipe sighs and removes his bright yellow hardhat, placing it on the table next to him, covering up part of a blueprint for the next section of condos you've been working on all morning. "Fine. I'll help ya out with this, okay?"

"Great," you reply with a smile of relief. Your celebration is cut short by Pipe's foreleg firmly jabbing you in the chest.

"Listen ta me for a second, a'right? We've been friends for a long time now. You know I ain't usually serious like this. But what you're plannin' here...it's pretty fuckin' serious, ya understand?"

You match the big, brown earth pony's gaze, and it's clear that he means something more.

"There's somethin' you're not telling me, man. What is it? I understand your apprehension, but for Christ's sake, Pipe, I'm twice that asshole's size."

"This ain't about any kind of worry for Slate. Ya break both his wings and three of his legs and I'd gladly break the fourth, but this pegasus you're after ain't one for goin' quietly. He's violent, pal."

You set down your coffee thermos, briefly glancing at your watch -- there's still fifteen minutes left until lunch is over. With any luck, you'll have Slate's address before it's time to start busting ass again.

"Yeah, no shit. He tried to 'accidentally' jam a three-foot piece of iron rebar through my skull, remember? There's something more to this."

"Look," Pipe says as he sits down in a chair, "I didn't wanna say anything, because I thought he was gone -- outta sight, outta mind and all that -- but that little spat he had with you wasn't his first. He's been fired from two previous jobs for violence against coworkers. Guy's got a fuckin' hair-trigger, ya know? Flips his lid fast."

Pegging Slate as violent isn't surprising, but hearing that he has a history of it in similar jobs? That's a bit more of a shock.

"Wait, wait...are you saying you hired him on even with that kinda record? That doesn't sound like you, Pipe. I mean...what the hell?"

"Hey, ain't nopony perfect," he objects. "It's like this...the guy came to me and practically begged for this job. Said he'd been unable to find work for weeks, said he was livin' on borrowed bits. Shit like that. He asked for a chance to start over. I mean...am I really supposed to turn a guy down when he's on his last leg?"

"Well, yeah!" You sit up in your chair, not really feeling like relaxing right now. "When that guy nearly offed two of his coworkers!"

"He didn't 'off' anyone, ya understand? He got in a fight with some guy at his first job, some petty bullshit. Then at his second job, he ended up goin' off on his foreman and punchin' a hole in a sheet of drywall. Did that make him an asshole? Yeah, absolutely. Did it make him a friggin' killer? No, it didn't. That's why I was willin' to give him a chance. You know me...I'm all about starting anew." He points a hoof at you, adding, "I think you can attest to that one, can't ya?"

As much as you want to argue the point, to call him out for hiring Slate despite a history of violence, you really can't say anything. He's right; if it weren't for Pipe, you'd likely have had a much worse start to your new life in Equestria. Hell, you probably wouldn't have ever been able to afford that first date with Rarity. You could have lost your chance.

He'd never agree to such a thing, but you wouldn't be far off in saying that you owe him your life.

"Yeah," you begrudgingly admit, "yeah, you're right. You were the only one to offer me a job, even though you knew nothing about who -- or what -- I was."

"Listen. Pal. Buddy. You've been a good friend for the last year and a half. You're like the taller, uglier younger brother I never had," he chuckles as he jabs you with a hoof, "not to mention the missus thinks the world of you and Rarity. You're like family, ya know? That's why I'm hesitant to give you this information. What if you run out and end up getting yourself hurt? Or killed? How am I supposed to face Rarity and tell her 'He's in this state because of what I told him', huh? I don't want anything to happen to ya. Slate's a crazy, violent asshole...I tried to give him a chance, and you saw how that worked out."

"No kidding," you add, feeling a little more solemn than a few moments ago.

"If this poster thing really is his fault, then he's got hell to pay. I just...I don't want ya losin' ya head, figuratively or literally, ya understand? If you intend ta...I dunno...chase after this guy, or bust into his home or somethin', I just don't want ya gettin' hurt. Okay? Promise me."

"If I do, will you get me his address?"

"Promise me, pal."

"Alright, alright." You stick your fist out and wait for Pipe to return the favor with a hoof. "I promise, Pipe. I'll be careful." Pipe sticks his hoof out, and you grasp it between your hands in the closest approximation of a handshake you can manage.

"Good."

"Don't forget, I know how to defend myself. He tries something on me, he's likely to end up with some missing teeth. I may be ugly, but I'm twice his size," you laugh.

"Be that as it may, don't underestimate him. Pegasi may have their heads in the clouds, but those suckers can be agile as hell. Just watch your back, a'right? He's already shown himself to be crazier than a bag of cats. I wouldn't put anything beyond this guy."

"So does this mean you'll give me his address?"

"Yeah...yeah I'll give ya the damn address. You're nothin' if not persistent." Pipe jerks his head toward the office trailer behind him. "Come on, let's go find it."

You stand up from your chair and tuck your thermos back into your lunch pail, cringing as Pipe calls out across the lot.

"Hey, Whip! Fix! Come over here and watch over the prints for a minute, will ya? Last thing we need is some prick waltzin' on over and stealin' 'em!"

The white earth pony and brick-red unicorn quickly trot over, a pair of lunch pails hovering in front of them in a field of silvery magic.

"Of course, sir," Whip says, glancing at the table. "It won't be a problem."

"Hey, what'd I say about that 'sir' crap, huh? Just call me Pipe. I work for a livin', just like you guys. The day I'm a 'sir' is the day I lodge a stick up my ass and keep it there."

"Erm, right...sorry, s--Pipe." Whip smiles nervously and sets the lunch pails down beside him and Fix. "We'll be out here if you need us."

"Good, it shouldn't be too long. Just gotta take care of some business with my old buddy here. And thanks." The two ponies sit in their chairs and look around, obviously a little disappointed in their lunches getting cut short.

"Well? You two gonna eat or what?" Pipe says with a smile. "You're foalsittin' some paper, not guarding a criminal. Eat ya lunches already, ya nutjobs."

He nudges your arm and dramatically waves a hoof in their direction.

"Can you believe these guys? Starvin' themselves on my job site. What's the world comin' to?"

"I dunno," you chuckle, looking down at Fix, "maybe if they eat enough it'll fill in the empty space between their ears." Fix looks up at you and laughs, shaking his head.

"You two lovebirds hurry up and do whatever it is you gotta do. I'll be out here."

You knock him on the hardhat as you pass by.

"Thanks, Fix."

The office trailer is only a short walk from you...and thankfully heated. It's the first chance you've had to remove your jacket all day. Even Pipe is starting to notice the cold, and you'd normally swear he's part pegasus judging by how little he seems to care for weather extremes. His usual orange and black work vest has been replaced by a similarly colored light jacket that wraps around his neck and down to the middle of his torso.

It's a style you've seen on many ponies before, but it's always puzzled you how it keeps them warm. Don't their hindquarters get cold? At least Rarity has the sense to wrap up completely if it gets too cold out. Maybe it's an earth pony thing...

"A'right, let's find this prick's address, huh?" Pipe opens up a cabinet and lifts out a large rolodex full of registration cards, the same ones he makes everyone who works for him sign. He sets it down on a table with a heavy 'thud'.

"Ya know, one 'a these days I need to find a better way to do this."

"What if he gave you a fake address?" you ask.

"It's possible," he replies while flipping through the pieces of paper. "I dunno, though...our boy may be an asshole, but he ain't a very smart asshole. If I had to take a guess, I'd say he really was lookin' to stay here for a while. Just so happens that you were here, too. Seein' you obviously sent his crazy ass over the edge."

"Man, I didn't even know he existed until he joined on with us. Finding out that he had some whacked-out revenge fantasy against me was just a little surprising. I mean, if he had something against just me, I wouldn't really have cared. I would have told him to get bent and been done with it. But he had to go and involve poor Rarity in all of this! She doesn't deserve this shit that's happening to her."

Pipe nods as he continues to sort through the roll.

"I hear ya, pal, I hear ya. Rarity's a great gal. Always goin' outta her way to help others, ya know? Hell, Dazzle thinks the world of her."

"Imagine if this was happening to you and Dazzle, Pipe. What would you do?"

"Honestly?" he looks up at you. "I don't know. Probably the same thing you're doin', I imagine. Tryin' to bring the law down on him. Much as I'm sure we'd both prefer to snap his scrawny neck and be done with it, we can't do somethin' like that. You and I? We're family men now. Maybe fifteen years ago I woulda told ya to introduce him to the business end of a crowbar, but that ain't gonna solve nothin'. Gotta go in to this with a clear head and all that shit."

"What exactly can we peg him with? If he's arrested, I mean. I want his ass locked up and kept away from us."

"Hmmm...stalking, for one. But that's obvious. You could also go with slander. Maybe nail him with assault for that rebar incident. He had the motivation to do it, after all."

Stalking and slander probably won't get him busted for very long. Assault might, but that's iffy...he can easily say it was just an accident.

"Is it possible to get him sent away? You know, to another town or something? I just want him to keep away from us."

"You mean like a restrainin' order? Probably. But come on, the guy followed you up a Goddess-damned mountain and waited around ya damn cabin for hours, just to get a picture. You think he'd listen to a damn restrainin' order?"

"No, probably not..." This isn't as easy as you were hoping it would be. You just want him gone. "I don't know, I'll worry about it once I track him down."

"Fair enough," Pipe replies. "I think I might have...ah-ha! Here we go. Found the damn thing." He unclips a registration card and pushes it toward you. "Slate, twenty-two years old. Pegasus. Address of four-one-seven Solar Grace road."

"Solar Grace?" you ask as you pick up the card and look it over.

"Hey, I don't name the streets here. Chances are, neither does the Princess. Celestia would probably roll her eyes at the street name. But whatever, there's your address."

You repeat the address to yourself several times to commit it to memory.

Four-one-seven Solar Grace. Four-one-seven Solar Grace...

"So now what?" Pipe asks you.

"I dunno, man. Gonna go pay him a visit after work, I think. Preferably alone. I'd rather not risk something happening to Rarity if he turns violent."

Pipe rubs his chin with a hoof.

"Hey, if ya wanna head home early, I'll understand. But I won't be able to pay ya for it; payroll was on my ass last time that happened. Fuckin' bit-pinchers."

You tuck the address card into your jeans, shaking your head.

"Thanks for the offer, but the extra money is more important. Besides, Whip and Fix are counting on me to help them finish up this condo.""

"Alright, whatever ya say, pal. Just do me a favor and keep focused out there, would ya? Can't have this Slate thing gettin' in the way and makin' ya lose track of what ya doin'."

"Don't worry about it," you reassure him, knocking on the table as you stand back up. "I can keep work separate from home life."

"If you say so."

You give Pipe a nod and start heading back to the door, but he calls out to you as you touch the handle.

"Hey, buddy. Look...just be careful out there, a'right? With Slate, I mean. I expect to see your ugly ass back here tomorrow mornin', not laid up in some hospital bed. That shit's a nightmare 'a paperwork anyway."

"I'll be alright, Pipe." You give him a smile and pat him on the shoulder. "I can't wind up in the hospital. After all, someone's gotta make ya look good out there."

"Yeah? If you find out who, you let me know," he laughs. "Hey, tell those two bums out there to get back to work. Lunch break's over."

You snap off a crisp salute, accompanied by a "yes, sir!"

"Spare me the theatrics, ya nutjob. Go on, ya got a job to do."

You give him a final nod as you walk out, shutting the door behind you. The cold air instantly reminds you of why you were wearing your orange work jacket in the first place.

"Hey, Fix! Whip! You ready to get started again?" you call out.

"I suppose we are," Whip answers, floating his small, rimless glasses onto his nose. "You were in there quite some time. Is everything alright? If you don't mind me asking, that is. Forgive me if I seem prying, I assure you it's only out of concern."

"Yeah, it's fine," you reply. "Just a personal matter is all. Nothing to concern yourself with. Besides," you straighten out your jacket and tighten your tool belt, "we've got a building to finish."

==========

The final whistle to mark the end of the work day couldn't come soon enough. You feel worn out, beat down by lifting plank after plank for hours on end. What was supposed to be a quick finish turned out to last several hours, and you ended up getting soaked with sweat despite the cold air. Work certainly keeps you in shape; arguably better shape than you were in the Army, even. Most of your typical day was spent behind a desk, not hauling around two-by-fours for hours on end.

It's probably a good thing, given your propensity for the sugary sweets cooked up at Sugarcube Corner.

On the way home, you stop by the outdoor market and pick up a small purchase -- two strawberry torte slices, made with fresher berries than even Pinkie would normally use. 'The benefit of owning your own greenhouse' the mare at the market stand said. You tuck the two carefully-wrapped slices into a small paper bag and thank her, leaving four bits for the slices plus another bit for a tip.

Fluttershy is out front as you approach your home, hovering half-way up the front of the Boutique's tall structure. A long, brightly-colored banner is hanging from her mouth as she pulls it tight, tacking it up with a hoof. You wave to her as she turns around, smiling when she returns the favor. Once she clears out of the way you can finally get a good look at the banner -- it's a large, rectangular design with a snowy background and big, red and green lettering exclaiming 'HEARTH'S WARMING EVE FORMAL WEAR NOW AVAILABLE!"

It's certainly eye-catching. And big. It easily drapes from one rounded corner of the Boutique to the other. You'd guess it to be a good five feet tall.

"Hey, Fluttershy! Looks like quite the project." You motion toward the banner behind her, to which she smiles and flaps over to you, giving you a quick kiss after briefly looking around.

"Hi," she says cheerfully. "I've been helping Rarity decorate the Boutique for Hearth's Warming Eve...though I guess you could probably tell that from the banner."

"You could say that. When did that come in? I don't remember it sitting around Rarity's 'inspiration' room."

"Oh, no, it came in just this morning! Rarity custom ordered it a few weeks ago. She said she wanted to get the word out early, since it would help give her a leg up over Cashmere."

"That it would. You girls been busy today?"

"Mm-hmm. Rarity's been inside handling the fittings and the register for a while. I've mostly been putting up decorations." She giggles, adding, "I tried to convince her to wear her 'Princess Platinum' outfit for the rest of the month, but it didn't work out."

You've seen pictures of Rarity's gaudy, royal outfit from her seasonal play, but sadly she's never worn it around you. It's something you'd definitely like to see...complete with upside-down crown. You laugh just thinking about it.

"What about you? How was work?"

"It was alright," you shrug. "Another day, another bit. You know how it goes. Is the shop closed for the day?"

She nods, looking over her shoulder at the large, purple door.

"We closed up an hour early, just so we could finish up. Rarity was right -- it's been getting busier. But, um, I'm all done out here now. We should probably head inside."

You open up the door for the hovering mare, grasping a hind leg as she flaps through the doorway. She gives you a quizzical look, but doesn't say anything.

"Just a second," you tell her, shutting the door behind you and locking it. You set the paper bag on the floor and stand back up, wrapping your free arm around her back and pulling her into you with a smile.

"Oh, my..." she says quietly, blushing under her butter-yellow coat. You press your lips into hers and squeeze her tightly, catching her carefully as she lets her wings fall loose against your arms. She pulls back after a few seconds and smiles nervously, glancing away.

"What was that for?" she asks.

"I don't know...I just feel really glad you to see you today, I guess. Not that I'm usually not glad to see you any other day, of course. You know what I mean."

"I'm glad to see you too," she replies with a giggle. "I'm happy that you're, um, warming up to me a little more. I was hoping you would after we, you know..shared that moment in the cabin."

"I said I'd start spending more time with you, and I meant it. If you don't have anything planned for, say, this time next week, maybe we can go out for dinner somewhere? Just you and I. Rarity thought it would be a nice gesture."

"Really?" her big, teal eyes light up at the thought. "I mean, um...of course we can do that. I think it would be very nice. Thank you," she smiles and gently kisses you again, then lets herself down to the ground with a soft 'clop' of her hooves.

Truth is, Rarity's been urging you to be a little more personal and caring with Fluttershy after your trip up to Frostvalley. 'Not that you're rude or distant, darling,' she'd said, 'I simply believe you would do well to perhaps share some of your time with her. Get to know her better, that sort of thing.'

It was a sentiment you could hardly argue with -- even though you've been welcoming and friendly to the feathery addition to your lives, you really had to admit to yourself that you'd hardly done much to spend time with her. It honestly left you feeling a little guilty. You're always going out of your way to spend time with Rarity and shower her with little gifts and shows of affection -- why shouldn't you do the same for Fluttershy? As much as you'd never have believed such a thing less than two months ago, she's become a big part of your lives. And so far, it hasn't been unpleasant or unwelcome. Simply...different.

You follow Fluttershy past the entrance way and through the business area, looking around at all of the green, red and white decorations strung up and spread about. It reminds you very much of Christmas, and the sight of it instantly lifts your spirits. Slate can wait. For now, you just want to spend some time with the two mares you've been fortunate enough to have in your life.

"Hey, honey," you call out as you round the corner to the living room area, "you home?"

There's a rustling from the back office area.

"Is that you, darling?"

"Who else?" you reply. "You gonna come out and say hi, or do I have to drag you out?"

You wait a few seconds as the light from Rarity's office clicks off, followed by the sound of the door being shut. The white unicorn you've so fallen for finally comes into view, her yellow measuring tape hanging over her shoulders.

"You could try to drag me, my dear, but I assure you such a thing is ill-advised. Think of my mane!"

Rarity smiles broadly and walks over to you, standing up on her hind legs to give you a warm kiss.

"Hello, darling. I missed you!"

"I missed you too, baby. It's good to be home. Getting cold out there."

"So I imagine. You're not still cold, are you? I could help warm you up..."

"I'm getting warm just thinking about it," you add with a quiet laugh. "Though you might want to wait until I've changed. You wouldn't think you could sweat buckets when it's fifty degrees out, but leave it to Pipe to find a way."

Your work jacket's zipper goes flying down as Rarity yanks on it with a burst of magic. She arches an eyebrow at your undershirt, now discolored and stained with dried sweat.

"Oh, dear. You weren't exaggerating, were you? That simply will not do. Perhaps you should head upstairs and take a nice, hot shower. Dirt is so...unbecoming on you."

"Oh I plan to, hon. Believe me. But first..." you set the paper bag down on a small coffee table, "I thought you ladies might enjoy something."

Rarity levitates the bag over, removing the push pins holding it closed.

"Something for us? How thoughtful!"

"I didn't know that bag was for us," Fluttershy adds. "I didn't want to intrude and ask what it was."

You motion toward the bag.

"Yeah, I saw Fluttershy when I got home. She was hanging up that banner out front. Pretty neat, if I do say so. Didn't know you had something like that on order."

"Oh, it was nothing, really," Rarity answers. "Just a matter of picking the proper way of getting a message across. And since we have it up first, Cashmere can't hold such a thing over our heads." Rarity looks in the bag and smiles, tossing it aside as she floats the wrapped slices in the air. "Another layer of wrapping. Mysterious."

"Gotta live up my 'mystery man' nickname somehow."

"I suppose it's better than 'boy-toy', isn't it?" she laughs.

"Just a little."

"Oh, but I've forgotten my manners! Here you are bringing us these...whatever they are...and I'm tearing into them like an impatient child! I must look ridiculous."

"Nah, it's fine, honey. It's for you and Fluttershy. Just a little something I picked up on the way home. I'm a little surprised Fluttershy didn't ask about it, but, uh, I think a little paper bag was the last thing on her mind." You look over at Fluttershy and she blushes in embarrassment...which doesn't go unnoticed by Rarity.

"Really, now? Do tell, darling."

"Hey, a gentleman does not kiss and tell. Or is that saying supposed to be for ladies..."

"Kiss and tell? You know you can't leave it at that now, don't you? Come, come, no need to be bashful. There must be details given." Rarity gives you and Fluttershy a wry smile, a look you've come to know as her 'high-class gossip' smile. You're pretty sure the word juicy is floating around in her head.

"Well, uh..." you idly rub your shoulder as you speak, "I came home and gave Fluttershy a quick kiss, like usual, but when we went into the entry way I kind of...pulled her into me and did it again. Just, you know, a little longer this time. And with more...feeling. Heh heh..."

Rarity flicks her tail as she looks the both of you over, each of you looking away with a nervous laugh.

"...how adorable!" she finally says. "Oh look at you two, nervous about eye contact, stealing a kiss when nopony's looking. You're like a couple of teenagers. I must say, it reminds me of when you and I first started dating, wouldn't you agree?"

"I guess so, yeah."

"Oh, no need for such modesty! I think it's simply wonderful to see you warming up to her after all this time. Perhaps our little trip up to the vineyard really was for the best."

"Yeah, I think it was. Like I said before -- it's taken some time, but I'm pretty happy with how things have been going."

"You realize now that you must make things even, don't you? I'm afraid I won't be able to let you take that shower until you return me the favor..."

You laugh and run a hand through her mane, jerking your head in the direction of the wrapped slices.

"Oh I will, baby. But first you and Fluttershy need to open those."

"Of course! I wonder what they could be..."

Fluttershy walks over to hers and starts unwrapping it, having to tug at it with her teeth while she pulls a corner away with a hoof. Rarity's is much simpler; a brief flash of magic and it's open.

"Goodness!" she exclaims. "I've no idea what this is, but it looks delicious!"

"Strawberry torte slices, hon. Stopped by the market on the way home and saw these. Thought you two might enjoy a little snack after all of your hard work."

Fluttershy lifts the slice between her hooves, using the parchment wrapping to avoid getting dirty.

"This looks like something Pinkie Pie would make," she says with a giggle. "And it's strawberry! I love strawberries. Angel always wants me to bring him some, but they can be kind of expensive." She takes a cautious bite -- though cautious of what, exactly, you have no idea. Maybe she just doesn't want to appear too eager. "Oh, my...this is good. Very good."

"Mmm, yesh, I shimply musht agree, Fluttershy." Apparently it's good enough that Rarity doesn't mind talking with her mouth full of it.

"Swallow first," you laugh. "Remember your manners, darling."

"Nonsense, a momentary lapse of grace is forgivable when it tastes this divine!"

"Good! That's good. I know you ladies have been busy with the shop and all that, so I thought I'd get you a little something. Glad you enjoy it."

"Thank you, darling. That's very thoughtful of you." Rarity smiles as Fluttershy echoes the sentiment before taking another bite. And then she simply...stares at you for a moment.

"...somethin' up, baby?"

"Well? Aren't you going to make a 'swallow' joke?"

"Uhmm...I wasn't really planning on it..."

She cocks an eyebrow at you.

"Really?"

"Well, yeah. Thought didn't cross my mind."

"...who are you and what have you done with my man?" she giggles, setting the remainder of the slice on the table. "I'm honestly impressed! I thought for sure you were about to do so."

You shrug, replying, "Maybe I'm just learning to be a little less...lurid. Cashmere kinda ruined that for me, I think."

"Mm-hmm. Or perhaps you're just tired from work."

"That's also possible. We kept busy most of the day."

"At least a busy work day tends to pass quickly, hmm?"

"Yeah, thankfully. Oh! I nearly forgot: I have some good news in regards to our stalker situation."

Fluttershy perks up in her chair at the mention of it.

"What kind of good news?"

"Yes, do tell, darling," Rarity adds.

"Well...maybe it's best if I just show you." You reach into your pocket and pull out the registration card Pipe gave you earlier, gently tossing it onto the table between the three of you. Rarity floats it over as you sit down on the couch next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Slate, twenty-two years old, pegasus...address four-one-seven Solar Grace?" She looks up at you with an unsure look, glancing back at the card every so often. "Darling, is this...what I think it is?"

"That it is," you reply. "That right there is the most recent home address of one Slate. Got it from Pipe this afternoon."

She looks it over for several more seconds, as if there's something she hasn't noticed.

"Pipe Wrench? How did you convince him to give you Slate's address?"

You rub the back of your neck with your hand, not too excited to admit the truth.

"I, uh...I kind of told him what happened with us. The posters, the cabin, everything."

"...I see. While I admit that I would have preferred this information stay confidential, I suppose such a thing was necessary to attain the relevant information."

"I'm sorry, hon. I didn't really see any other way. Besides, look at it this way: Who would you rather trust with this information? Pipe, or Cashmere? And we've already told Cashmere."

"Point taken, darling. I doubt any harm could come from telling a trusted friend over a rival, hmm? While telling Cashmere was by no means something I was looking forward to, we didn't have much choice. At least she's turned out to have something vaguely resembling a heart, even if it is buried under countless layers of sleaze."

"You can say that again." For all the trouble she's given you, Cashmere at least had the sense to not take the information for personal gain. Yet.

"Well, this is certainly unexpected. Perhaps now we can finally get the authorities to do something about Slate."

"You know where he lives now?" Fluttershy asks. "What are you going to do? I mean, um...he's a pegasus, after all. He could just fly away if he knows you're coming."

"I'm not entirely sure yet," you admit with a shrug. "We have to get some evidence, right? So...I dunno. I'm just playing this by ear for now. As much as I'd like to find him and shove those damn posters down his throat, I can't very well do so just yet."

Rarity places a hoof on your chest and looks up at you.

"Surely you must have a tentative plan. I know you too well, my dear. There's something kicking around in that head of yours right now."

"Oh there is, it's just not much of a plan."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I find his address, bash down his door, and storm out with Slate in one hand and a fist full of posters in the other."

"Of course. Always one for subtlety." She puts a hoof over her face and sighs at the thought. "I was hoping you'd have something more...cautious."

"Like what? I'm open to ideas."

"Hmmm..." Rarity floats the remaining half of the strawberry torte slice over and takes a bite, working out some sort of plan. You're not sure if you're gonna like it, but she's far more likely to be devious about it than you are.

"Well, let's start from the beginning, shall we? What do we know about our obsessive pegasus follower?"

"That he's a jealous, violent, psychotic, angry sack of worthless shit?"

"Yes, well...while I'm hesitant to use such phrasing, you're far from wrong. That's not what I was trying to get at, however. We know that he is like that, the question is why he's like that."

Fluttershy answers for you.

"Because, um, he thinks you were stolen from him, Rarity."

"Thank you, Fluttershy. Yes, that's exactly it. Slate holds the bizarre view that I was somehow meant to be his. The fact that you are now in my life, darling, has led him to believe that you have snatched me away. Hence the root of his previously mentioned psychological issues."

You're not sure what she's getting at -- the fact that Slate hates you for 'stealing' Rarity is very much known to you. You have a scar on your head to prove it.

"Okay, but what difference does that make? We know he's obsessive over you."

"Well, I believe that we should play to that. Use it to our advantage."

"I'm not sure I like where this is going...but go on..."

"I propose the following: You and I shall head off to see Slate together. When we find his address, I shall approach his door while you stay out of sight. I will then attempt to draw him outside and away from his home, so that you can get inside and find the evidence we're looking for. Once you do, it's a simple matter of calling the guards and having him arrested."

"Honey, are you saying you want to set yourself up as...bait?"

She looks away briefly.

"Well, yes, in a matter of speaking. I'm sure we coul--"

"No," you interrupt. "Rarity, NO. That's insane."

"I thought it was quite a good plan," she answers.

"It is not a good plan! Your plan is to walk off alone with this psychotic asshole?! NO. I am not going to put you in that situation. Don't even think about it." You were expecting something more...sane...from Rarity. Going off by herself with a pony who has done nothing but obsess over her for the last two years? No god damned way.

"Really, darling, there's nothing to worry about! We'll be in public, there's always a guard around, and it leaves you in the position to search his home. I'll be fine, I promise you."

"And what's to stop Slate from just, I dunno, grabbing you and flying off? How the hell am I supposed to stop that? That is not a good plan. Not in the least."

Rarity runs a hoof along your cheek, trying to ease your tension.

"I assure you I can handle myself, dear. I'm more than capable of drawing him out."

"This isn't about you drawing him out, honey," you tell her as you grasp her hoof in your hand, "this is about putting you in harm's way. I can not, I will not, go along with something like that. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him, and neither should you."

Fluttershy finally speaks up, adding her two bits to the conversation.

"Rarity, I think he's right. This is dangerous. I mean, you know...Slate has already done these horrible things. Imagine how he'll react when he finally sees you."

Rarity tries to object, but you speak up before she can say anything, which only leads to her growing increasingly impatient.

"I am not a child!" Rarity yells out with a stomp of her hoof. You jerk back at the outburst, as does Fluttershy. "I...I appreciate your concerns, truly I do. But you must understand: I am not some delicate flower that needs to be coddled and segregated from the rest of the world." She presses a hoof against your chest for emphasis as she continues.

"I have helped banish Nightmare Moon! I have faced dragons and changelings and the very embodiment of chaos itself! I am the bearer of an element of harmony! I am not a helpless damsel in distress!"

Rarity looks you in the eyes as your mouth hangs partially open, but her expression soon softens again.

"...I may be a lady," she says quietly, "but that does not stop me from also being courageous in the face of adversity. It never has, and it never will. If that weren't the case, I would not be here right now, in the business --the home -- that I've earned, sharing it with the man that I love and the friend I've put my life on the line for, time and time again."

She places her hoof on your cheek again, looking at you with shimmering eyes.

"All I ask, darling -- my life's love -- is that you allow me to help you solve this problem. Together. We've faced adversity before, and I'm sure we will in the future. Please...have some confidence in me."

You take a deep breath and place your head in your hand, staring down at the couch cushions, thinking things through. As much as you don't want to admit it, she's right. She's arguably faced more dangerous circumstances than you have. No...she has definitely faced more dangerous circumstances. You may have been in combat, fired upon fellow human beings who were trying to kill you in return, but she's stared down a literal Goddess and held her ground. She's gone through trials and challenges you couldn't even wrap your head around, even when she told you about them.

She's completely right.

"If I say 'no'," you finally speak up, "you're just going to do it anyway, aren't you?"

"But of course, darling," she replies with a slight smile.

"And you promise me you'll be careful, right?"

"With Celestia as my witness."

"...alright." You look back up at her and caress her cheek with your hand. "Alright, we'll do this together. I trust you."

Rarity smiles warmly and kisses your cheek.

"Thank you, darling. I know this isn't an easy thing for you to accept, but I assure you I am more than capable of handling myself should the need arise. One does not save the world without picking up a few tricks along the way."

You kiss her forehead and hold her against you, hoping you've made the right choice. If something happened to her...

"I, um...I'd like to go too."

Rarity turns and looks at her friend, who unfurls her wings and flaps over after a few seconds.

"Are you sure about that, Fluttershy? You don't have to if you don't want to, I'm sure we can handle this."

"No, it's okay. I do want to. What you said is true...you're a bearer of an element of harmony...and so am I. I don't really like conflict, but this is something that's very important to both of you. And since I care for both of you, it's important to me as well. So...if you're brave enough to go, then...so am I."

You look over at the two mares, Fluttershy resting her head on Rarity's shoulder.

"If that's what you wanna do, Fluttershy, then I won't object. I'm pretty sure Rarity wouldn't let me anyway," you chuckle. You lay your arm across Rarity and gently grab Fluttershy's foreleg. "Thanks."

"So," Rarity says quietly, "now that that's taken care of, we should probably decide when this is all going to happen."

"Yeah, I suppose so." You glance out the large windows off to one side; it's already dusk. Chasing after an unpredictable pegasus -- and a dark-colored one at that -- is likely not a good idea, especially if it grows dark before you can find his address.

"Tomorrow morning, maybe?"

"We both have work," she reminds you. "Not to mention Fluttershy's own duties with her veterinary business."

"We could get up early."

"Darling, we already wake up at six in the morning on most days. As is, that doesn't leave us much time to shower and have something to eat, even when there's nothing else going on. Besides, what if it takes a while to find Slate's home? What if you're unable to apprehend him quickly? Pipe Wrench may be a good friend, dear, but he's also your boss. I doubt he'd be particularly happy if you show up an hour or two late."

She's got a point. You'd really love to have this over and done with as quickly as possible, but life comes first. Besides, in a way, you'd be giving Slate the satisfaction of disrupting your lives. Best to carry on as usual until you have enough time to devote to finding his dumb ass.

"Alright then, I suppose that doesn't leave us much choice. This weekend. That's when we'll make our move."

"I do believe that's for the best, darling. I know it's going to feel like a long wait, but in the end it's the more intelligent decision."

"Saturday?" Fluttershy asks. "That's not for four more days...what if he, you know...comes back?"

"He won't. He's a coward. Doesn't have the guts to face us in person. That's why he tacked up those stupid posters."

Rarity puts a hoof on your leg and looks up at you.

"I do hope you're right. And I do hope we've made the right decision."

"I'm certain of it," you reassure her, running a hand through her mane. "We'll be alright, hon. It's just gonna feel like a long wait, but I'm going to try and not think about it too much."

"Then I shall do the same," she replies with a smile.

"Me too," Fluttershy adds.

"Good. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." You push yourself up off the couch and stretch with a loud yawn, working the kinks out of your back. "For now, I'm gonna go take that shower. I'll see you girls in a bit. Oh, and don't forget about the rest of your slices there. If you don't eat 'em, I probably will."

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Chapter Sixteen: Reap What You Sow

Wednesday passes without incident. Pipe is relieved that you're still in one piece, but less relieved after you tell him that you're waiting until the weekend to take action. Thursday and Friday go by in much the same way, with the notable exception of Rarity having a dramatic breakdown over not knowing what to do for a pair of outfits. Even as she trudged around the Boutique in a poofy, pink nightie, curlers in her hair, exclaiming how it was certainly 'The. Worst. Possible! THING!', you'd seen her in a similar state enough times to know that it would pass within an hour at most.

You had to force yourself to not laugh at her theatrics, lest it drive her further into the pits of panicked self-doubt. Even Fluttershy simply rolled her eyes and carried on about her business.

No one ever said Rarity's dramatic streak was completely gone.

Saturday morning, then, has not been something you've been looking forward to. You'd love to have Slate out of your lives for good, sure. You'd like nothing more than to know he won't be bothering you any more...but as the time has drawn closer, you've thought about it more and more, and come to the conclusion that your plan isn't likely to go down as easily as Rarity has been making it out to be. 'No plan survives first contact with the enemy', as the saying goes. You're pretty sure it applies to conflicts with obsessive ponies, too.

Rarity, though, has been optimistic, as has Fluttershy. You're hoping that you're just being overly worried. After all, they've both had their fair share of conflicts and battles over the years, with all manner of mysterious and dangerous enemies. One asshole pegasus can't be that big of a problem.

Right?

"I know I've said it already, but you're sure this is the best way to go about this?"

"Darling, I doubt your nerves are going to calm themselves if you keep asking me that. Really, now, we've been over this quite a few times."

"I know, I know," you say as you adjust your new black-and-green baseball cap -- courtesy of Rarity's 'inspiration' day. "I'm just trying to set myself at ease for this."

Fluttershy hovers alongside you as you walk from the Boutique, adjusting the collar on your jacket

"It's okay, Rarity knows what she's doing. She's used to stressful situations, like that time she made a dress for Twilight's birthday while she was away in Canterlot. She always has a grasp on handling things like that."

Rarity quickly glances over as she hears Fluttershy mention the old event in question. She laughs nervously for a reason that eludes you.

"Ah, yes...always, ah...always have a grasp on things indeed, my dear. Why, I had plenty of time to work on Twilight's dress! That was my top priority. Of course. With the dress. Heh heh...but anyway, yes, I do believe we should be able to handle this situation quite well between the three of us."

"Right." You pull out the information card with Slate's address on it, reading it again just to make sure.

Four-one-seven Solar Grace...

"So, Fluttershy and I will stay out of view while you knock on Slate's door and attempt to bring him outside. Once you draw him away--"

"To a public place," Rarity emphasizes.

"To a public place, yes. Once you draw him away, I'll head into his home and see what I can find. While I'm doing that, Fluttershy will keep an eye on you and Slate, so that if anything happens she can get the guards to help."

"That's correct, darling."

"Then once we have what we need, we wait for him to go back inside and we contact the guards to arrest him. At least, that's what we're hoping for."

"You make it sound as if it's something beyond our control. Yes, it's true that a bit of luck is going to be involved -- we don't know if he'll be home at all -- but I believe the plan is as sound as we can make it."

"I still don't like it, but I don't suppose we have any other option at this point."

It turns out to be quite a walk to the area of Slate's home; down Mane street and past the redecorated town hall, through Withers and up past Lunar Awakening -- a new part of the town, having opened only recently recently thanks in part to your construction crew. Rarity motions to a building off to your left as you turn onto Harvest street, the major business area of Ponyville. The streets are filled with ponies, even at this early in the morning. You glance down at your watch -- just past nine. Hopefully Slate is a late sleeper.

"See that coffee house, darling?" she asks you.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"That used to be the Soothing Leaf tea house. The same one our pegasus friend used to work at." She frowns at the throngs of ponies coming and going from the business.

"Many fond memories came from that place. Some of my finest ideas for designs came to me whilst sipping a nice cup of chamomile with a bit of honey. It's a shame that it's gone, I think you would have enjoyed it."

Fluttershy lands softly next to you and tucks her wings in, walking up alongside Rarity.

"I was there a few times myself, Rarity. When Angel was just a little baby bunny, I used to carry him on my back and bring him in with me. He was certainly mischievous, but for some reason he always behaved when we went in." She giggles, adding, "maybe it's because I always got him a slice of carrot cake."

"I imagine it couldn't have hurt," Rarity replies with a laugh of her own. "I enjoyed that place very much. It's strange...back then, I knew Slate as the nice stallion who took my order. If only I'd have known what he actually thought..."

She shakes her head, clearing the thoughts away.

"No matter. One of the days I should try to find a new establishment that serves a proper cup of tea, hmm?"

"You do, and I'll buy the first cup," you tell her, offering a reassuring smile.

"That would be quite wonderful." She gives one last look at the coffee shop before turning away. "I'm sorry, dear, nostalgia is a strange thing. Perhaps it's best if we just move on."

From the coffee house it's only a short walk to Solar Grace road, though you did have to ask for directions from a neighborly pony. The entire left side of the street is occupied by several rows of apartment buildings, built in the same thatched roof style as many other places in Ponyville. The one thing that sets them apart are the crossbucks on the front of each building, painted a bright yellow -- no doubt to match with the name of the street. Off to the right sits a small, indoor market and a few modest homes, decorated with the same color scheme.

A pulled wagon passes by you, the stallion pulling it giving you a polite nod. You return the favor, watching him head off down the cobblestone road.

"Well, at least this place is relatively busy. Especially that market." You point to the location in question, where several ponies are sitting around a collection of small tables -- a restaurant, you'd guess.

"If we do have to get Slate away from his home, then it's probably best if we keep him a short distance away."

"I concur," Rarity says. "If I can get him to agree to it, I'll join him at that cafe." Rarity takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I find myself suddenly feeling a little more...cautious...about the whole thing."

You crouch down slightly to bring her to eye level.

"Hey, honey...if you don't want to do this, I'm certainly not going to make you, alright? We can come back later, or I can go by myself if you prefer. I know you want to help, but if you're having second thoughts about it..."

"I appreciate your concern, darling," she touches a hoof to your cheek and smiles at you, "but I said I would contribute, and I fully intend to make good on that promise. It's simply a little strange, that's all. After all, I've faced my share of conflicts in the past, but this is the first time it's been with somepony who had a vested interest in myself, and a disturbing one at that."

Rarity gently kisses you, quietly adding, "I'll be fine. I promise."

"Alright, hon. I believe you. Just...be careful, okay?" You look around for a guard, but there's none in sight. "I'd feel a lot better about this if we knew there was a guard nearby. You think you can spot one for us, Fluttershy?"

"Oh, um, okay. Just a second...." The shy pegasus unfurls her wings and flaps up into the air, far above the nearby rooftops.

"You see anything?" you call out to her. She doesn't respond, focused on her surroundings.

"I do hope the Royal Guard haven't forgotten about Ponyville," Rarity says.

"Why would they?" You crane your neck to keep track of Fluttershy, who has started flying off to the north.

"Perhaps I should rephrase that; I hope the Royal Guard are around at this time of morning. Ponyville isn't exactly the most dangerous of places. You're likely to find more guards in one area of Manehattan than you are the entirety of Ponyville. Not to say that Manehattan is dangerous, of course. Simply more...densely populated."

"I'm sure she'll find someone. Keen eyesight and all that. In the mean time, we should probably look for this address."

The rows of apartment buildings to your left are all numbered, which gives you a good start...until you realize that the numbers have no particular order to them. Each building seems to have its own numbering system, with each apartment changing number accordingly. The first two sets jump from 315 to 350, then back down to 220. It doesn't make a lot of sense.

"Who in Equestria decided to number these buildings so strangely?" Rarity takes note of each number as you pass it, but she's obviously as confused as you are.

"I don't know, but--" You come to a small recreation area in the middle of a set of buildings, and mentally facepalm at how oblivious you've been. The buildings aren't set out from left to right -- they're set out in a circular pattern. The jump in numbers came from an entirely different complex.

"Okay, yeah. I'm an idiot." Rarity looks up at your inquisitively. "We're going about this wrong. We're in the three hundreds. The complex we're looking for one over."

"It is? Then why have we...oh. Oh, dear! I feel like a complete foal right now!" She laughs and pokes your side with a hoof.

You take off to the area behind the first set of buildings, and are relieved to see the first number: 400.

"I swear, I couldn't find my own ass with two hands and a map!"

"Well that's an interesting metaphor," she quips. "Where did you pick that one up from?"

"I'm...not actually sure," you laugh. "Heard it from my grandpa a few times, I think. Don't quote me on that." You look up toward the sky, but can't see Fluttershy anywhere. She must have had to search pretty hard. "I hope Fluttershy can find us back here. Maybe we should wait on the street for her."

"I'm sure she'll spot us," Rarity reassures you. "Now...let's see about these numbers."

The first set of apartments starts at 400 and ends at 406; the one after that, 422 to 428. Tucked away in the corner, though, is exactly the one you're looking for.

"Four one seven." You feel your stomach churn at the realization that you're actually here. It's just an apartment, but it feels wrong somehow. Probably just nerves. "This is it. The home of our psychotic pegasus. You sure you're re--"

Clack.

Your eyes widen at the sound, and you and Rarity rush to the side of the building, out of sight.

"Shit..."

You peek around the corner, where Slate is just stepping out of his home.

"I think we have to push our plans up."

Rarity quickly takes a look and ducks back behind the side of the building, taking a deep breath to control herself.

"Well, I suppose there's no time like the present. Wish me luck."

You quickly embrace her and give her a kiss.

"I love you. Be careful, okay?"

"I love you too, darling. Keep an eye on me until we get to the cafe, just in case."

With a final moment to gather herself, Rarity walks out from behind the corner. You watch her as she does, staying low to avoid revealing yourself. Slate is just emerging from his apartment, a pair of brown saddlebags slung over his back. Your blood boils at the sight of him; you'd love nothing more than to rush out and pound his face in until he's unrecognizable, but fortunately you have more self control than that.

"You'll get what's coming to you," you whisper to yourself. "Just you wait, asshole."

Rarity cautiously approaches the door, taking tentative steps toward the maroon-maned, charcoal-coated pegasus. His eyes go wide as he spots her, and he drops the door key from his mouth after locking the door.

One way or another, this is going to end once and for all.

"...Rarity?" His jaw works up and down as he struggles to find the words, but after a moment he simply stares at her.

"Hello, Slate," she says politely.

"What are you...how did you know where I lived?"

"Oh, I saw you, ah, coming home one day. From work. Or rather, I assume it was work. Heh heh..."

Slate eyes her suspiciously.

"I see...why are you here?"

"Because I've been...catching up with old friends lately. Work has kept me terribly busy, and I've come to realize that I've been neglecting some of you. Them. Some of them. Which includes you."

You cringe at her excuse; Rarity's never been the best liar, especially when she has to do so on her feet. Hooves. Whatever. She can usually manage little white lies for the pompous events she attends for business gain, but beyond that, not so much. Maybe you just know her too well, and she's better at fooling others. You hope.

"Oh..." Slate's demeanor shifts rapidly, overcome by the realization that the object of his long-standing desire is standing in front of him. "That's great! I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Rarity. I think about you all the time."

Yeah, no shit. Creep.

"Well isn't that sweet?" She replies with a feigned smile. "I was hoping I would run into you, actually."

"You were?!" His eyes light up, filled with a shimmer of hope. Something tells you he's more likely to buy Rarity's story than you'd previously thought.

"Indeed I was. I thought perhaps we could, ah, catch up for old times' sake. You know, reminisce and all that."

"Really?! I mean, uh, yeah! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for something like this! You...you're alone, right?" Like flipping a switch, his attitude shifts once again. He looks around frantically, and you have to duck back behind the corner to avoid being seen. "You didn't bring him, did you?"

"Him? Oh, no, no. I am my own lady, I can venture off unsupervised, you know. After all, it's only Ponyville, and surely he'd have no interest in hearing me talk with such a good friend as yourself. It's just us."

"Just us..." he repeats. You venture another quick peek, and see a smile slowly spreading across his lips. It's absolutely terrifying, like you can hear him coming unhinged at that very moment. "Just us sounds good."

"Fabulous!" Rarity looks down at the ground, floating Slate's apartment key in a field of blue magic. "Oh dear, it appears you've dropped your key. Allow me." She magically lifts a flap on Slate's saddlebag...and scrapes the key against it, carefully pulling it away while she closes the flap once again. The key is gently placed in a potted plant next to the door, tucked under a wilting leaf.

"Nice one, hon," you say quietly. Now you'll have easy access to the interior.

"Would you believe somepony decided to deface the walls of the Carousel Boutique? Simply unbelievable."

Slate looks away for a moment and kicks a hoof in the dirt.

"Deface? I'm, uh, not sure what you mean."

"Yes, it was quite horrific. Somepony had taken a picture of an...intimate moment...and plastered it all over the outer walls of my home and business."

"Oh...that's, you know, terrible. Wh-who would do that?"

"I've no idea," she says dramatically, throwing a foreleg over her head. "But I knew it couldn't have been you, Slate. After all, we shared so many moments together in that delightful tea house. In fact, that's why I came here. I thought I might catch up on old times. Would you like to, say...join me for a light breakfast? Perhaps some tea, just like it used to be?"

"With honey and a cube of sugar?" He answers enthusiastically.

"Yes...I'm quite surprised you remember that."

"Oh, I remember it, Rarity! You came in twice a week, or three times a week once a month, and ordered a chamomile tea with honey and sugar. And you had half a daisy and daffodil sandwich with it." He lowers his voice and leans in slightly closer. "I remember so much about you..."

Rarity takes a half-step back and puts on a forced smile.

"That's...nice of you to remember."

"And if I ever found that pony that put up those posters, I'd fucking kill him. For you."

This is a bad situation, your mind screams at you. He's completely lost it. You force yourself to push the thoughts away.

"Yeeees...that's...my, but breakfast sounds delightful, doesn't it? I was thinking of that charming little place across the road. You know the one, by the market."

"Sounds good to me, Rarity. As long as I get to be around you, I don't care. I've missed you. A lot."

"Perhaps we sh-should be off then, hmm? No point in delaying."

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot. Come on, I know the way." Slate steps in front of Rarity and starts trotting off, leaving Rarity enough time to look over at you and cringe at his attitude. Follow me, she mouths.

You jump out from behind the building as soon as it's safe to do so, quickly moving up to the next building so you can follow them from a moderate distance. You can hear Slate talking about something or other as he walks; it's rapid and excited, but Rarity doesn't say much. You can't blame her; you'd talk as little as possible to that freak, too.

Slate stops in mid-step and twists around, forcing you to duck down.

"....always following me..." is all you can make out, but it's enough. Great. He's psychotic and paranoid. Even better.

Rarity tugs at his saddlebag and points a hoof toward the cafe, now visible beyond the next set of apartment buildings. Slowly, he starts walking away again.

You glance up at the sky for any sign of Fluttershy and a guard, but there's still nothing. Did she get lost? Pegasi have always been known to have a great sense of direction, but maybe if she was worried or scared...

One last building passes by, and you watch Slate and Rarity take a seat at a small table, one that's thankfully surrounded by other tables full of ponies. At least he's less likely to try something in public. Probably.

A waiter pony comes out from a set of double doors and passes them both menus, which Slate immediately starts looking over. Rarity takes the opportunity to look in your direction and wave a hoof, mouthing go, go. You give her a nod, and with a final, lingering stare at the pair of ponies, head back to the building.

You run the entire way back, coming to a halt just outside of his front door. You reach under the leaf of the potted plant and pull out the small, silver key, your heart still racing from the run back as well as your nerves. Your hands fumble with the lock a few times before you finally manage to fit the key in with a quiet swear. The lock clacks open, and with a careful look around you step inside Slate's apartment.

You shut the door behind you, quietly, and lock it again. The apartment is dark, and you fumble around for a light switch. You grope at the walls until you feel the switch under your palm.

"Alright, Slate, let's see what you're hiding."

The lights flick on, revealing a moderately decorated, one room apartment. It's not outwardly messy or untidy, like you'd have figured. In fact, the place seems to be impeccably clean, with just a few framed photos and some personal belongings sitting on a small table.

The kitchen is just as spotless, definitely not something you're used to seeing in the home of a single guy.

"Maybe I can add 'OCD' to his list of issues..."

Hung up on the wall is a picture of Slate standing with a group of ponies wearing some sort of work uniform. You have to squint to read the tiny text on their vests -- Soothing Leaf. Looks like Slate really enjoyed that place...if only for Rarity. Maybe the picture reminds him of her. Or maybe you're over-thinking things.

It's too...neat. Too clean. Too tidy. He's hiding something. You intend to find out what that is.

The only other door besides the entrance is just off to your left -- Slate's room. If there's anything to be found, it'll be there. You test the handle, but it's locked. Of course it's locked. You try the front door key, hoping it'll work on this lock as well, but to no avail. The key doesn't even fit halfway in.

Well, there's the easy way, and there's the hard way.

"I've always wanted to do this," you say to no one in particular. You line the door up with your right leg, and with a burst of power send your booted foot right into the door...

...only to fall over in pain as the door doesn't even move an inch.

"Fuck! Argh!"

The door hardly moved, but you'd swear you broke every bone in your leg.

"Fuckin' STUPID DOOR!" you shout, wincing in pain. "IT ALWAYS WORKED IN THE FUCKIN' MOVIES!"

You grasp your leg and hope for the pain to subside, laughing at your own stupidity. Who the hell did you think you were, Jason Statham? Maybe Arnold Schwarzenegger? It always worked for them. They'd bust down a door and gun down everything that moved on the other side, and none of them ever ended up doubled over in pain next to a still-intact door.

"Christ I'm an idiot," you laugh, tossing your hat to the side with your free hand. It smacks against a chair and falls against the floor. "Hey, baby, I not only managed to destroy my ability to ever walk again, but then Slate came home and beat the shit outta me!"

You slowly feel the pain subside, relieved that you haven't actually broken anything. Your leg will probably be sore for a few days, though. As you attempt to right yourself, you reach up and grasp the handle of the door, using it to pull yourself up.

Click.

"...what?"

You look up in disbelief -- the door slides open part way. You swing it back and forth several times, watching it move without any sort of lock. Something in your mind finally snaps, and you fall back onto the floor in a fit of laughter, ignoring the remnants of pain shooting up your leg.

"It...it twists the other way!" You say to yourself between disbelieving laughs. "It wasn't fuckin' locked in the first place! Ahaaahahaha!"

You finally push yourself back up, angrily grasping at your hat.

"I hate you so much, Slate. Haha..."

With the 'impenetrable' door finally bypassed, you step inside Slate's room and flick on the lights. Or rather, the only light -- a single, bare lightbulb hanging by a chain.Your mouth drops open the second the room comes into focus.

"Hoooolyyy shit."

Staring you in the face is a giant, nearly life-sized poster of you and Rarity; the same image that literally covers the walls of Slate's room. Dozens of them, hung up everywhere. WHORE, SLUT, BITCH, the posters scream at you. I HATE YOU, yells one poster, where a red marker has been used to circle and then cross out your head.

"Well, there's our evidence..."

The corner of the room closest to you is taken up by a dirty, unkempt bed, its sheets and blankets tossed around. A ripped sheet hangs over the bedpost. From the look of it, it's been torn in anger, then tossed against the bed.

A cautious couple of steps leads you to a work desk, which is covered in pictures of Rarity taken from all angles and heights. This has been going on for far longer than you'd thought....

You pick up one of the images, a side shot taken from partially behind a wall, or maybe a low fence.

Most disturbingly, a pile of tissues is stacked on the floor next to the desk...and they've obviously been used. Next to the desk, taking up an entire corner of the room, is a set of black-out curtains and a desk, where rolls of film sit undeveloped.

"You sick fuck," you mutter. "You creepy, obsessive, sick fuck."

You hope Rarity's okay. A mental image of Slate dashing off with her runs through your mind, but you shake your head at it.

"Rarity can take care of herself. She's alright."

There must be close to two dozen pictures of Rarity spread on and around the desk -- a few of them are of her back, where she's floating a tea cup in the air next to her. No doubt taken from inside the tea house he was working at. Another one shows her talking to Fluttershy. Blurred leaves fill part of the picture.

The most recent photo shows Rarity in her winter coat and hat, carrying a sack of groceries in a saddlebag.

"Groceries? Well that was just...yesterday."

Even with the picture in your hand, your brain refuses to process it. Slate took this picture of her yesterday, when she headed off by herself for a short run to the market. How long has he been stalking her?! What else has he seen her -- and you -- do by now?!

You take the photo and stick it in the pocket of your jacket, feeling something building inside of you. Anger? Regret? Maybe you just feel violated for her.

"God damnit!" you slam your fist down on the table, sweeping the pictures off in a fit of rage. "What gives you the right?!" You look around the room once more, all of the posters sloppily hung up on the walls seeming to mock you. "That's it, I've seen enough."

You rip a pair of posters off the wall and grab a few more pictures for initial evidence, stuffing them into your pockets. You reach up to the lightbulb's chain and grasp it...only to have something catch your eye from the closet. You'd completely forgotten to check there.

With a grunt of annoyance you throw open the closet door, and immediately stare at the sight within with a mixture of disbelief and genuine shock.

"You have got to be shitting me."

Sitting in the walk-in closet is an entire printing press, with barely enough room left for anything else. It's definitely been used; the various rollers and mechanical bits are covered in layers of black ink. Some of it isn't even dry yet.

There's no mistaking it, it's all there. In fact, it looks very similar to the kind that Sweetie and her friends used back when they worked on the school's newspaper, as Sweetie was more than happy to show you in a picture she'd had taken back before you arrived.

Compared to the what Slate's been using one of these for, you'd call the girls' little 'Gabby Gums' column a harmless drop in the bucket comparatively.

"Well, now I've seen everything. I'm done here."

With a renewed sense of urgency you quickly walk out of the disgusting room, flicking off the lights to the bedroom and living room as you go. You give a final once-over to the place, eager to leave it behind you.

Rarity's voice stops you in your tracks, your hand half way on the door handle. It's coming through muffled, but it's definitely her.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to have another tea, Slate? Perhaps a coffee? You know I hear they--"

"No more drinks!" you hear him shout in return. "Get out of my sight!"

Oh, shit.

"Look, I understand you're upset, but--"

"Upset? UPSET?! I wanted nothing more than to be with you, Rarity! And you can't even give me that! Fuck you!"

"Slate, I assure you I--"

"Shut the fuck up, you whore! Fucking human-loving tramp!"

You ball your fist up, shaking at the insults he's throwing at her.

"Where the fuck is my key?! What did you do with it?!"

Damnit!

"I didn't touch your key, you ruffian! How dare you! How dare you insult me so! I am a lady, not your pet!"

"You're nothing! And you never will be!"

That's it. That's it!

With an angered grunt you unlock the door handle and swing the door inward. Slate turns at the sound, his mouth dropping open as he sees you standing over him. His shock quickly turns to hatred, and he narrows his eyes at you and points an accusatory hoof.

"You! What the fuck are you--"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. With a surge of adrenaline you swing your arm out, connecting your fist squarely into the side of his jaw. In the rush of the moment you can feel every little detail; his dark coat against your knuckles, the feeling of his skin against your fingers, the hard resistance of teeth and bone.

He falls over immediately, blood beginning to seep from his mouth. He lays at your feet and groans, coughing at the sudden surge of pain.

Oh yeah. That felt good.

Rarity gasps and steps back, but you keep your attention focused on the pegasus for the moment.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you shout, flexing your hand. You must have hit him harder than you'd thought, if the throbbing in your hand is any indication. "Why can't you leave us alone, Slate?! Why do you have to be such a worthless piece of shit?! Wasn't it enough that you almost killed me?!"

"I...I don't know what..."

"You don't know what I'm talking about, huh? Really?! BULLSHIT! You pull one of the pictures from your pocket and dump it on the ground in front of him. "Do you see this?! This is YOUR doing!"

Rarity levitates the picture away, hovering it just in front of her. She gasps again, this time at the image.

"This...this is just from yesterday!" she exclaims.

"Yeah, it is. He's been following you for a long time, Rarity. Years. You should see this sick fuck's room..."

"Was it that bad?" she asks.

"You have no idea. No freakin' idea. You thought he was obsessive before? You haven't seen anything yet."

Slate coughs and works his way up to one knee, spitting blood and grimacing in a hatred you can only imagine.

"Fuck you..."

"Fuck me? FUCK ME?! No, no, Slate. Fuck YOU, you sick bastard. What the hell was going through your mind, huh? Did you really think we wouldn't catch on to you? This is all because you have some...sick idea in your head that Rarity belongs to you. She doesn't 'belong' to anyone. Especially you."

Slate spits again and starts laughing quietly.

"You set me up for this, didn't you, Rarity?"

"I'm sorry," she says after a few moments. "There was nothing else I could do. You've brought this upon yourself."

"I...I just wanted to be close to you. I thought you loved me..."

"Loved you?" she jerks her head back. "Slate, when you worked at that tea house, I considered you to be a friend. You were always very nice to me, and I appreciated that, but I no more 'loved' you than I loved anypony else who worked there. It was friendly conversation, nothing more. I'm sorry you twisted it into...this."

You can see tears starting to well up in his eyes -- good, let him realize what he's done.

"But...but I thought...and then he came along and...and you were gone..."

"You need help, Slate. Psychological help. I think you have the capacity to be a good pony, deep down inside. But you'll never be that pony if you continue to carry on like this."

You let out a deep breath, ignoring the pain in your leg and hand.

"Honey, I think we should get the guards now."

She nods, then looks around for any signs of Fluttershy.

"I agree. Though I still don't see her anywhere...perhaps she did get lost..."

You take a half step outside to look for yourself. It's all the time Slate needed.

Before you can react you feel him slam into you with a burst of power, his wings flapping rapidly as he pushes you back inside and slams you against the low wall of the kitchen. The impact knocks the breath out of you, and you fall over on the floor. Absentmindedly, you notice that your hat has been knocked off your head by the impact.

"You...you wanna get me arrested?!" He yells, he words coming out slurred from the left side of his face starting to swell up. A hoof enters your vision and you put your hands up to block it, deflecting the blow to your forearm. Another joins the first, and you barely manage to knock it out of the way with an elbow.

"I am not...letting you...leave here!"

A flurry of blows starts coming your way, and you do your best to block them all. A few get through, smashing into your chest or stomach, one hit impacting the left side of your head, exactly where the still-healing scar from Slate's 'accidental' attempt on your life left you battered. You can feel the wound partially reopen, and the warm rush of blood flowing down from it.

Your years of training kick in, and you start looking for an opening, any opening. Finally, it comes -- as he lifts his forelegs up for another blow, you lift your knee up and connect right between his ribs. You hear the rush of air leave his lungs, and bits of blood from his mouth spatter across your face and neck.

"Rarity!" you yell out, rolling the pegasus off you. "Rarity, get the guards!"

"Oh, Goddesses!" she yells as she rushes into the doorway, catching a glimpse of your battered self. "Oh no oh no oh no! Are you alright?!"

"I'm fine!" you reply. "If Fluttershy can't find them, then you have to!"

"I'm not leaving you!"

"Hurry up! I can't keep this up all d--"

A pair of hind legs connects with your side, sending shooting pain through your body.

"I think...you're right, Rarity!" Slate yells back over his shoulder. "You should stay here! Then you can see...just how...augh...worthless this fucking human really is!"

"You get your hooves off of him, you insufferable excuse of a stallion!"

"Ha! Or what, exactly? You gonna...throw a fuckin' dress at me? Heh heh..."

You throw a hand out and grasp a hind leg, pulling him off balance and causing him to crash down on the floor.

"Get off me!"

He thrusts a leg out at you, just missing your head by inches. The impact leaves an indentation in the wall.

One more time, you tell yourself. Do that one more time.

Slate tries to wrench his other leg free, but your grip is solid. He throws his leg back again, and you dodge out of the way, momentarily letting go of his other leg as you grab the one closest to your head.

Firm grasp, twist the limb, hard thrust to the joint.

In one quick, practiced motion you twist his leg around as far as it'll go, focus on your attack point, and hit his knee with everything you've got. There's a muted 'crack' as the bone breaks. Every ounce of resistance immediately drains from his body, and he falls to the floor in screaming pain.

"You...you broke my fucking leg!" he shouts, tears running down his cheeks as he grits his teeth. "I'm gonna kill you for that, you prick! You fucking woman stealer! I hate you!" His words start coming out as sobs. "I hate you..."

You push him away from you with a grunt of exertion, propping yourself up against the low wall. Your encounter has left you feeling utterly depleted, worn down. Rarity rushes over to you with tears in her eyes, desperately embracing you. You throw your arms around her and hold her as tight as you can, whispering reassurances in her ear.

"It's okay, baby...I'm okay...I promise."

"I never thought it would come to this!" she sobs. "I just wanted him to go quietly. I never wanted any violence..."

"I know, honey. I'm sorry it had to come to this. Between what I saw in that horrible room and the disgusting things he was saying to you...I couldn't take it any more. I'm sorry."

"It's alright," she says as she pulls back, wiping tears from her eyes -- and yours. "At least it seems to be over." She lets go of you briefly and walks the few steps to where Slate is lying on the ground. He looks up at her with utter hatred and contempt.

"And as for you, you terrible, foul...HORRIBLE stallion! What is wrong with you?! Why can't you leave me -- leave us -- alone?! Did you really think that stalking me for nearly two years would somehow make me want to be with you?! Disgusting. And now to hear you making these terrible threats..."

Her lip trembles as she speaks, looking down at the pony who has caused her so much grief.

"You sicken me." She kicks out a foreleg and connects with his unbroken leg; not hard enough to actually do any damage, but enough to get the point across. "You're a pathetic excuse for a man. Look at you! None of this had to happen! You could have just let us live our lives!"

There's a sound of several ponies landing outside -- Fluttershy and the guards have finally made it.

"And now you're going to spend a long time thinking about what you've done."

A soft voice calls from outside.

"Rarity? Are you in there? I found the guards! I'm sorry it took so long!"

"I'm here, Fluttershy! Don't worry, we're fine! Relatively...please hurry!" Rarity yells back.

"Wha...guards?" Slate pushes himself back onto three legs, the fourth one hanging limp.

"That's right. You're going to pay for what you've done, Slate."

"No...can't go with them...I won't..." He grits his teeth and tries to put pressure on his broken leg, but quickly realizes he can't.

"I suggest you don't resist any further. You can get medical treatment once they've taken you."

"I'm not going...I'm not going..." he shakes his head. "I'm not going!"

With a surprising burst of speed Slate lifts himself off the floor and dashes for the door. You try to leap out at him, but your fingers miss his tail by mere inches. You push yourself off the low wall and chase after him, reaching the door just in time to see him take off into the sky.

"Stop him!" you shout at the guards, a pair of identical, white pegasi in gleaming gold armor.

The pegasus in more extravagant armor -- you'd guess him to be some sort of higher-ranking officer -- looks up at the charcoal-grey pony attempting to get away.

"Alaris, cut him off!"

The other pegasus unfurls his wings and quickly salutes.

"Yes, Legatus!"

The lower-ranked guard quickly takes off into the sky, hot on the heels of Slate. His speed is astonishing -- you've only ever seen Dash fly as fast as he is.

"If you'll excuse me, citizens. Please stay here."

The commander pony joins the first, and the air above quickly becomes a spectacle of darting, twisting pegasi. You and Rarity stare up in awe at the display. Fluttershy's voice makes you look away for a moment.

"Oh my goodness...are you okay?" she asks, putting a foreleg over her mouth at the sight of your ripped jacket and bleeding gash over your ear.

"I'm okay, Fluttershy. It's a long story."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to take this long, but I couldn't find a guard anywhere! I had to fly out to the wilderness between here and Stalliongrad to find one! I flew as fast as I could to get there and back!"

Rarity walks up to her and places a foreleg around her neck.

"I'm sure you did your best best, darling. We'll be alright. Thank you for bringing them as soon as you could." Rarity gives her friend a loving kiss, nuzzling her nose against Fluttershy's cheek. "I do believe you may have just saved us quite a bit of trouble. Goodness knows I can't can't fly."

You look back up at the aerial display over your heads, surprised that Slate still has it in him to resist after what you've done to stop him. You begrudgingly admit that he's tougher than he looks.

"Thank you," you say out loud, grasping your sore side. "Both of you. We've got everything we need to get this asshole sent away for a long time. I was worried there for a while, especially for you, hon."

"I appreciate your concern, darling. To be honest, I was starting to worry a bit myself."

"What happened at the cafe?" Fluttershy asks, lifting up your shirt to reveal a pair of large bruises over your ribs. "Oh, my..."

Rarity sits down on her haunches next to you, while you ease yourself down and sit against the entrance way, picking your hat up off the ground and placing it back on your head.

"Initially everything was going fine," she says. Fluttershy walks over to your side and rests her head against your arm. You run a hand through her long, soft hair as Rarity continues.

"We ordered two nice cups of tea and talked about the days of the tea house...though his knowledge of minute events during my time spent there was rather discomforting."

"So I imagine," you quip. A jolt of pain shoots up your side, but you get through it with a quiet grunt.

"After a few short minutes, it started to become obvious that he was...how do I put this...not quite in control of his mental faculties."

"You mean he's bat-shit crazy."

"Yes, basically. He started rambling about his old employers, and how things would be different if he'd run the place. His mood alternated between 'jovial' and 'vengeful' at the drop of a hat. One minute he'd be laughing about this or that, and the next he'd be pounding his hoof on the table and swearing at those who'd wronged him. 'Wronged' being subjective, of course."

You reach into your jacket pockets and pull out several of the posters and photographs, setting them down on your legs.

"While you were doing that, I was looking around his apartment. Nice trick with the key, by the way."

"Thank you, I thought it was rather good myself."

"Didn't seem like anything was off at first, but once I kic--erm, opened the door to his bedroom...well, you have to see it for yourselves. Or maybe it's best you didn't. Posters covering the walls, dozens of pictures of you, a friggin' photo developing stand...and an entire fuckin' printing press."

"He fit an entire press in his room?"

"His closet, no less."

"I suppose that explains how he was able to make all of those dreadful posters."

"He wasn't just obsessed, honey. He was completely out of his god damned mind."

Fluttershy gently prods your leg with a hoof, being mindful to avoid touching anything sore.

"So then what happened? I imagine something set him off, or made him very angry..."

Rarity speaks up.

"I believe I can answer that one. After, oh...ten minutes or so, Slate became increasingly agitated. He said that he wanted to spend his life with me. Told me he could give me so many things that 'that damned human' couldn't." She scoffs at the idea. "I told him I'd simply wanted to catch up on old times, but that wasn't enough for him, as I knew it wouldn't be. He flat-out demanded that I leave you, darling. Of course I told him that was a ridiculous notion, and that's when he stormed off. I left an appropriate amount of bits for the waiter, along with a few extra for the cup that Slate knocked onto the ground when he left, and followed behind him. I knew you were likely still inside, since the key was missing, so I tried to delay him, but...well, you heard the horrid verbal berating he gave me. At that point all I could do was watch and hope."

You give her a warm, reassuring kiss and place a hand on her back.

"At least you're safe, hon. I'm just glad you're okay. I know you're not some damsel in distress, but still...I couldn't help but worry. Leaving you alone with Slate was one of the hardest things I've ever done."

"I assure you it was no simple task for myself, either. He genuinely scared me a few times with how he was acting." She laughs bitterly, adding, "To think he fancied me a lover. Disgusting."

Fluttershy pulls your shirt down from your shoulder -- there's another bruise there, almost perfectly hoof-shaped.

"How did all of this happen?" she asks. "You were in a fight, weren't you?"

You let out a deep breath, wincing at the pain in your side.

"Yeah...that I was. A real knock-down, drag-out fight at that. As soon as he opened that door and saw me standing there, I socked him right in the fucking jaw. He had it coming." You look down at your right hand and laugh to yourself at the cuts and bruises on it. "I thought it would be enough, but he got back up and threw me into a wall. Little bastard can fight, I'll give him that."

She moves from your shoulder to your neck and upper chest.

"Does anywhere hurt more than the others?"

You place your hand on your side and nod.

"He bucked me right in the ribs. Hurts more than my back. Or my arm. Or my leg. Haha..shit."

"I know it's cold, but um...could you take off your shirt? If there's anything serious I should know about it."

"Uh, yeah, sure...I didn't realize you were a doctor and a vet, heh."

"Part of my caretaking duties involves learning basic first aid, in case I ever need to help a pony I find in the forest. It's not too different from your own body, just a different skeletal structure mostly. Internal and external injuries still manifest in mostly the same way."

You raise an impressed eyebrow at her, and she giggles in response.

"Um, that is, I think I can help you."

You remove your tattered jacket -- now you really will have to get a new one -- and lift up your dark blue shirt, throwing it off to one side. The cold washes over you, but for the moment it feels thankfully cool against your skin.

"Oooh, take it all off, darling," Rarity teases.

"That'll have to wait until later, hon." You chuckle and grasp your side. "Ouch. Laughing hurts, too. Go figure."

Fluttershy immediately starts looking you over, running a hoof over your bruised side and sore chest, then checking your back and your arms. After your fight with Slate you're feeling more tired than you have in a long time, and the feeling of Fluttershy's soft skin and coat against you lulls you into a relaxed state. You could probably fall asleep here without too much trouble.

You laugh quietly as you feel Fluttershy plant a kiss on your chest, then another on your neck.

"You're bruised pretty bad, and you'll be sore for a while, but there's nothing serious that I can find. I think you'll be just fine."

You smile and place a hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks, 'Shy. Uh...you don't mind me calling you 'Shy', do you?"

"Not at all," she laughs quietly. "I kind of like it."

"Good. Shy it is, then."

You lift your head slightly and pull her toward you, kissing her as genuinely and comfortingly as you can. She throws a pair of legs over your bare chest and pushes into you, letting her tongue slip into your mouth with a quiet moan. You return the favor and she wraps her forelegs around your neck, only pulling back once she has to catch her breath.

"I'm glad you're okay," she says while breathing heavily.

"I should get in fights more often, if this is the end result," you joke, laughing with her as she blushes. "Oh man, I gotta calm down now..."

Rarity kisses your arm to get your attention, and nearly pounces on you as you turn your head.

"This...is much better...than worrying...about you..." she says between kisses. "In the future, do try and avoid stalker ponies. I'd much rather spend my time blowing your mind, as it were, than chasing after irate pegasi."

"No kidding, hon. You don't have anyone else who could carry a long-term grudge because we're having sex, do you?"

"Not that I can think of, dear. Celestia knows one is enough!"

Fluttershy pokes a hoof against your chest.

"Look," she says as she points to the sky.

You'd nearly forgotten about Slate and the guards. They're still up there, surprisingly, but it looks like the guards are finally gaining the upper hand on him. The two shimmering guards are tightly circling Slate, who keeps getting stopped in mid-air every time he tries to fly off in a different direction.

"Looks like they've got him."

He completely stops, looking around frantically, before diving straight for the ground. The move catches the guards off balance, though they regain their bearings after no more than a second.

"What's he doing?" Rarity asks.

"Last ditch effort to escape, probably. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll make like a lawn dart and plow into the ground."

"What's a lawn dart?"

"Nevermind. Let's just see what he does."

The three pegasi are now going fast enough to leave colored trails behind them, matching their manes. It's impressive to watch. The two guard take positions on either side of Slate, but he makes a sharp turn up at the last moment, his distant dot getting closer and closer.

"Is he heading back this way? That's not a very smart thing to do."

"Add it to the pile," you quip.

In fact, Slate's closing alarmingly fast...and he's not breaking course. From the looks of things, he's decided to make a last-ditch effort alright...right at the three of you.

"Honey," you tap Rarity's arm as you scramble to stand back up. "Honey, he's still coming this way! We have to get inside!"

Rarity gasps at the realization; if he plowed into you at that speed, you'd very likely break something, or even shatter your skull against a wall.

The grey dot trailing a maroon streak is rapidly becoming more and more defined, and you realize that he's going to be on top of you before you can do anything. In desperation you throw yourself on top of the girls, hoping to absorb the impact for them.

"No," Rarity says as she struggles underneath you. "No, I will not let him hurt you! I won't!"

"Stay down!" you tell her, but she manages to get her head out from under your arm. A thin layer of blue magic is shimmering around her horn, tingling against your skin as it brushes past.

"I...have had..." she shuts her eyes and focuses, so hard that she's shaking. A second layer of energy overlaps the first, and small sparks start shooting from around her horn. "...ENOUGH!"

Bright beams of light spread out from her focused magic, and you have just enough time to spot Slate speeding toward you. You watch in almost slow motion as he charges at you with gritted teeth, his leg still hanging limp. You brace yourself for the impending impact...

...and stare in disbelief as he disappears in a flash of blue light, followed by a loud crash from inside the apartment a half-second later.

"What...where did he..."

You lift yourself up and look around, still not entirely sure what just happened.

"You ladies okay?"

Fluttershy nods and picks herself off the ground with a brief flap of her wings, but Rarity doesn't respond.

"Rarity? Honey?"

She finally fidgets and lets out a groan, rubbing her head with a hoof.

"Ughhh...I feel as if I've been hit by a wagon. A very large wagon."

The two guard ponies land next to you, looking around confusedly. You can hardly blame them.

"Where did the suspect go?" the lower-ranking one asks. A pained groan comes from the bedroom inside, and you jerk your thumb toward it.

"Probably in there."

They look at each other and shrug, then head inside.

"You worried me there for a second, hon. You alright?"

"Yes...I do believe so. Oh dear, my jacket, it's all dirty now..."

You laugh and pick her up, helping her brush the dirt off her red and white winter coat.

"What the hell just happened? One second he's careening toward us, and the next, he's...gone."

You start to piece together what you saw, and it finally dawns on you.

"The magical focus, the flash of light...you...you teleported him, didn't you?"

Rarity winces at the pain in her head, but nods slightly.

"I did, yes." Perhaps the pain has dulled her reactions, because the look in her eyes as it slowly dawns on her just what she's accomplished is unmistakable. "I actually...I teleported someone. It worked. It worked!" She bounces happily in place, a look of utter joy and accomplishment on her adorable face. "I did it! Oh, this is wonderful! I can't believe it! All those months of studying about it and attempting it, the lessons with Twilight after work...and it finally happened!"

You embrace her tightly and laugh with her, overjoyed at her accomplishment. Especially at such a dire moment!

"I'm so proud of you, baby! I knew you had it in you! Oh man, and that was just about the best timing I've ever seen. How did you do it under such pressure? Last time I saw you do it, it was when we were considerably more...relaxed."

"I think being under pressure was what pushed me over the edge, actually...when I saw Slate flying at us, with murderous intent in his eyes, I felt something come over me. Determination, I think. I was not going to let him hurt you, darling. Not after what he's already done. I focused every ounce of ability in me, and somehow it worked. It was rather taxing, to say the least."

"Wow, Rarity," Fluttershy says, "I didn't know you could do that!"

"I didn't think I had it in me, darling! Goodness, but that was quite the rush."

You think back to the last time she tried to teleport, and the unique 'sensation' that came afterward. Out of curiosity you run your hand along her horn, but to no avail. You're kind of disappointed, to be honest.

"Sorry, my love, but I'm afraid an overly-sensitive horn is simply not in the cards this time."

Fluttershy looks at you curiously. Right...she wouldn't know about the horn thing.

"Overly-sensitive horn?" she asks. "What are you talking about?"

"It was, ah...a rather unique situation, my dear. It's a long story. Perhaps some other time."

"Oh, okay...um, Rarity, where did you teleport Slate to, anyway?"

"The first place I could think of that wouldn't result in his death: his bedroom. More specifically, his bed."

"You could have teleported him straight into a wall for all I care," you grumble.

"I'd be lying if I said the thought wasn't briefly there, but ultimately I'd rather have him properly face justice for his crimes. You understand. I caught a glimpse of Slate's room, and more specifically his bed, when I ran in to check on you, darling. With that image in mind it was a matter of focusing on it, and then, well...poof."

"Poof," you laugh, "you make it sound easy."

"Well, I don't like to brag, but I am the most talented, beautiful, and amazing unicorn in all of Equestria." You and Fluttershy give each other an aside glance, and Rarity giggles at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, my dears. Madame Rarity is more humble than that."

A few moments later the Royal Guard ponies walk back out, the senior officer carrying Slate across his back. A small rope is looped across both of Slate's wings, tied in a complicated knot. He's not flying anywhere now!

"Our apologies for taking so long to arrive, citizens. I'm afraid we were the only patrol stationed around Ponyville today. We'll be sure to increase guard activity after this incident."

"Hey, at least you guys made it. Better late than never."

The junior guard points a hoof at Fluttershy.

"This mare led us to you as quickly as we could fly. I must say, your friend here is quite the flier. Brave, too. We were struggling to keep up at some points! She told us all about this 'Slate' fellow on the way here."

Fluttershy blushes under her yellow coat, shying away from the praise being heaped upon her.

"Oh, um, it was nothing...I just wanted to help my friends..."

"Well I'd say your friends are in good hooves, ma'am. You've done well today."

You point to Slate, who has completely given up by now. He stares back at you dejectedly, quickly breaking eye contact to stare at the ground.

"What are you gonna do with him?"

"This suspect will be joining us for a bit of a talk," the senior guard states. "I'd say this is a pretty open-and-shut case. We've more than enough evidence to convict him of, oh...stalking, slander, invasion of privacy, assault...he's going to be paying back his debt to Equestria for a good while. Isn't that right, Slate?" He looks over his shoulder at the pony slung across his back.

"Ughhh..." is all Slate can reply.

"We'll get him fixed up and on his hooves within a few days. Then he'll have a nice, comfortable cell to look forward to. Anything you'd like to say before you start breaking rocks into smaller rocks, suspect?"

"I'm sorry," Slate groans out.

Rarity steps forward and looks him directly in the eyes.

"The only thing you're sorry for, Slate, is getting caught. Had we not found you, you would have continued your ridiculous practices for months, perhaps years more. To think I once counted you among agreeable company! You need help, and now you're going to get it, whether you want it or not."

The charcoal-grey pegasus looks away in something resembling shame, and doesn't say another word.

"Again, my apologies for arriving as late as we did, madam. As a bearer of an Element of Harmony, you've no excuse for waiting so long." He bows his head deeply, a sign of respect to Rarity.

"You know about me?" Rarity asks.

"Of course, madam. I was part of the procession the day you defeated Discord. You and your pegasus friend here. Equestria owes you a great debt, many times over."

"Oh, nonsense," Rarity says in response, blushing lightly, "I am simply a pony who does what she needs to. I just want to live my life and all that."

"Very noble of you, ma'am," the younger guard says.

"Indeed so," the older adds. "We'll be on our way now. It's a short flight to a guard station, and then a wagon flight to Canterlot proper. If you're comfortable with it, we'll send a representative down to speak with you in a few days and take an account of the day's events."

"That will be fine, yes," she replies.

You force yourself to stand back up, picking your shirt and jacket off the ground, along with your new baseball cap. Again. The adrenaline from your near brush with death has started to subside, and you can feel all of the sore, battered and bruised places on your body in painful detail. You grimace as you stand up to your full height.

"Do you require medical assistance, ah...creature?" the older guard asks.

"Human," you correct him. "No thanks, I think I'm alright. I could probably sleep for the next twenty hours, though."

"Very well. As always, we are at your service, citizens. I wish you a pleasant rest of your weekend, and a prosperous future."

You nod to the guards as they turn around, unfurling their identical white wings. With a labored flap the senior guard lifts into the air, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the 'suspect' is still on his back. His subordinate follows behind him, giving you a crisp salute as he lifts off. The three of you watch them lift up over the nearest apartment building, then fly off out of view.

"It's over," you say with unfathomable relief as you lean against the wall. "It's finally over."