The next day, Jonathan and I were just walking around Ponyville. As for Andrew, he was back at the house--celebrating his victory from yesterday (and me and Jonathan basically wanted to get away from all that). While we were walking, Jonathan decided to start up a conversation. "Hey Jeffrie, I've been wondering."

"If you'll ever get to fuck Twilight?"

"What, no! I was wondering how you did all that stuff during the games? You know, that thing you did to get a segway and a referee outfit?"

"You mean the flash forward?"

"Yeah, that."

"Well it's easier than it looks, Jonathan; you just imagine yourself at some destination, or having a valuable object, and poof. In fact, why don't I demonstrate; where're the ponies at?"

"I think they're over at Rarity's place."

"Then that's where we're heading!" I quickly did another flash forward, then next thing you know, Jonathan and I were both standing in Rarity's room. "And we're here."

Rarity was startled, to say the least. "How did you two get here?" we were both trying to think of a plausible answer, but Rarity didn't even bother to wait for it. "Oh I suppose that doesn't really matter; since you two are here anyway, what do you think?"

She then showed us these fancy looking dresses that she and her friends are planning on wearing to this Gala of their's. I figured that it was best just to tell her what she wanted to hear. "Wow, very nice Rarity."

Jonathan added, "Yeah, those are some fine looking dresses you've made."

Rarity blushed a little as she said, "Thank you, boys; that's awfully sweet of you two. OK girls, what do you think?"

That's when we both turned around and noticed that the other ponies were right behind us. Twilight said, "Wow...they're..."

And Rainbow Dash said, "Yeah, they're..."

Then Applejack said, "They sure are...somethin'."

Twilight was then like, "Yes! Something."

And Pinkie Pie added, "I love something! Something is my favorite!"

And Fluttershy just said, "It's...nice."

In response to all this, Rarity had this to say, "But what's the matter? Don't you like them?"

Twilight told her, "They're very nice..."

Applejack added, "And we're plum grateful 'cause you worked so hard on them."

And Rainbow Dash just blurted, "Mine's just not as cool as I was imagining." We were all looking at her as if we were saying, "Really?" and she was like, "She asked."

Twilight then quickly said, "I guess what we're all saying is that they're just not what we were expecting."

Rarity seemed a bit upset, so I told her, "Don't listen to them, Rarity; you're the fashion expert, not them. Besides, they clearly need to learn to be grateful for the things that are already given to them."

Twilight was like, "What do you mean?"

And I told her, "What I mean is that Rarity must've been working very hard to make these dresses for all of you. So maybe instead of being so damn picky about what type of dress you were expecting, you should just accept the fact that Rarity made you all something instead of nothing."

Jonathan added, "He does have a point; something is better than nothing."

And Twilight said, "Yeah, but still though, these weren't exactly what we had in mind."

I was getting fed up with this picky attitude, so I said, "Then make your own God damn dress!"

To that, Rainbow Dash said, "Look, none of us are saying that we don't appreciate what Rarity did. It's just that, you know...they could've been done better."

Before I could say anything else, Rarity stopped me and said, "It's quite all right, Jeffrie. I don't mind making more."

"What?"

"I made these dresses for my friends; and if they're not satisfied, then I'm not satisfied."

Jonathan then told her, "But Rarity, you already made dresses; you don't have to make more."

She just patted him on the head and said, "Oh, tut, tut, Jonathan. You seem to forget that I'm the best fashion designer in all of Ponyville."

"She means tailor." I whispered loudly to Jonathan.

She must've heard me, because I soon noticed that she was giving me that same irritated look as always. She held it for awhile until saying, "As I was saying, I've made these dresses for my friends; and I won't stop until they're completely satisfied."

As the ponies were beginning to leave, Twilight said, "Well, in that case...thank you again, Rarity."

When they were all gone, Rarity was like, "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Into one big Hell of a mess." I replied.

The next morning, Jonathan and I were over at Carousel Boutique, watching Rarity make more dresses. (It was either that or watch Andrew do that weird, fucked-up, victory dance of his; so we figured that watching Rarity make dresses was the better option.) While she was in the middle of making them, Fluttershy had came in and soon found herself trying on her new dress. "What do you think?"

After looking at herself for a couple of seconds, Fluttershy was able to muster, "I...love it."

You'd think Rarity would just accept that compliment and leave it at that, right? But nope, she instead had to say this, "Oh, you're just saying that."

"No, no. I do." Fluttershy insisted. "It's...nice."

"'Nice'?"

"Nice."

"If you don't like it, you should just tell me."

"Oh, but I do like it."

"Like it or love it?"

"Um...both?"

"Which is it?"

"Please stop asking me this, I..."

"Well, just tell me what you really think."

"No, that's OK..."

"Tell me."

"No...it's fine..."

"Tell me!"

"I...like it..."

"Tell me, tell me, tell-me-tell-me-tell-me!"

Jesus Christ, Rarity, what part of "I like it" don't you get?! I was thinking to myself. But right before I was about to say something, Fluttershy had a few things of her own to say. "All right! Since you really wanna know...the armscye's tight, the middy collar doesn't go with the shawl lapel, the hems are clearly machine-stitched, the pleats are uneven, the fabric looks like toile, you used a backstitch here when it clearly called for a topstitch or maybe a traditional blankent stitch, and the overdesign is reminiscent of pret-a-porter and not true French haute courtue." We all just paused and pretty much had the same reaction that Rarity was having right now. "But, uh...you know...um, whatever you want to do is fine."

Jonathan was the first to say, "How do you know so much about fashion?"

Fluttershy just blushed as she said, "Just a hobby." As soon she was gone, I said, "Damn, who would've thought Fluttershy would be so blunt?!"

Rarity was able to get out of her shock and was immediatley getting back to work on the dresses...right when she was about to sing a musical number! But before she could even sing the first lyric, I quickly flash forward Jonathan and myself straight back to the house. But we were soon about to witness a more horrible sight; Andrew dancing. He was doing that weird, fucked-up, victory dance, while listening to "That's the Way (I Like It)."

By the time he finally noticed us, he stopped the music and said, "Oh hey guys, didn't hear y'all come in."

"Gee, ya think?" Jonathan commented.

Andrew sat himself upon the couch and asked us, "So what have you guys been doing?"

"Well," I told him, "me and Jonathan were over at Carousel Boutique, watching Rarity make dresses."

"Oh, she's making dresses?"

"E'yup, but then she was about to sing a musical number--and there's no way that I was going to listen to that."

"I still don't get why you make such a big deal over them," Jonathan stated. "I think those little musicals are OK." I gave him a "What the fuck you just say?" kind of look and he was like, "I'll...just go to my room."

As soon as he went upstairs, Andrew said, "So why is she making these dresses, anyway?"

"For that fancy Gala that they're wanting to attend."

"Oh yeah, me and Jonathan still have our tickets. You sure that you still don't wanna go, Jeffrie?"

"Of course I'm sure. What makes you think I even want to attend some fancy party in the first place?"

"Well, you can always just hang out with us, make fun of some of the rich ponies. And who knows; you might maybe make some new friends."

"Yeah, and I might end up getting humiliated in front of everybody by Celestia, just so she can get back at me for that whole deflecting her lightning bolt ordeal. And do you really think that I'm going to allow her to have that chance?"

"I guess not."

A week later, me and Jonathan were just walking around Ponyville until we happened to bump into Spike. He mentioned something about a famous fashion critic coming to see Rarity's dresses tonight, so we decided to follow with him over to Carousel Boutique. When we got there, Spike told everyone the big news, and they were all excited--except for Rarity.

I then said, "So...where are the dresses?"

Fluttershy flew up to me and said, "Oh Jeffrie, you and Jonathan must see the dresses; they're perfect."

Well I suppose if Fluttershy says they're perfect, then I guess they can't be that bad. Right when me and Jonathan were going to see these "perfect" dresses, Rarity got in the way and said, "Oh no, you don't need to see them."

"Why not?"

"Because...why spoil the surprise?"

Jonathan managed to sneak past her and get a glimpse of those dresses. "HOLY SHIT!" he came back and was like, "Jeffrie, I don't think you ought to look at this."

I pushed both of them aside as I made way towards the dresses. "Jesus Christ, will you both relax; I mean they're just dresses, it's not like..." and that's when I saw them, "OH MY GOD!" I saw with my own eyes, the worst dresses ever made! Twilight's was purple with a bunch of constellations on it, and it came with a headband with a bunch of stars on a wire. Applejack's dress came with a red ten gallon hat and yellow galoshes. Rainbow Dash's wasn't even a dress; it was battle armor. Fluttershy's dress didn't seem too bad, except for the fact that she's going to be wearing a birds nest on her head! And Pinkie Pie's dress...oh God is it bad. It consisted of a tutu with a big yellow bow tie, a giant cupcake for a hat, and there's going to be balloons tied on her tail. So in short, these dresses suck ass!

I was like, "Oh God, oh my God, Rarity, you can't be serious!"

"I know, I know, they're awful," Rarity agreed. "But I didn't have any options."

"Yes you did," Jonathan pointed out. "You could've either just go with those fancy dresses, or these abominations. And clearly you picked the latter."

"Well Jonathan, if I didn't make the dresses the way the girls wanted, they wouldn't have been satisfied."

"Uh, Rarity," I said, "I'm trying to think of things more worse than these dresses...nope, I can't think of anything!"

Jonathan then added, "At least tell us that you're not going to show these on your fashion show."

"I'm afraid so."

I let out a Buzz Killington sigh and clarified a little something for Rarity. "OK, Rarity, nobody's gonna want to see this crap! For Christ's sake, even Lady Gaga and Katy Perry wouldn't want to be caught dead in these!"

"Who are they?"

"They're terrible singers that you ponies are fortunate enough not to have to listen to. But that's not the point; the point is you can't show these fucking eyesores in the fashion show!"

"And why not?!" cried Rainbow Dash.

I turned to her and said, "Rainbow Dash, you can clearly see that these dresses look fucking ridiculous! If you all go on that stage wearing this, everybody's going to laugh at you!"

"No they won't!" Rainbow Dash denied.

"Oh yes they will," I stated. "And believe me when I say that if you go out in public with these dresses on, you're all going to make great big fools of yourselves! But you'll also end up making Rarity look like a bigger fool, because she's the one who made them in the first place!"

Jonathan then pointed out, "And besides, those dresses she made before looked much better than these; so what's wrong with wearing them?"

"Yes Jonathan, those dresses are clearly for the fashion show," I said. "These however shouldn't even be seen! In fact, if I were you Rarity, I'd start a bonfire and burn these eyesores before anybody realizes that they exist!"

She took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry Jeffrie, but I'm afraid that these dresses will have to do."

"Oh my God, you can't be serious about this; your whole reputation as a tailor will be ruined if you do this."

"First of all, it's fashion designer, not tailor. And second of all, I only wish to see my friends satisfied."

I let out another Buzz Killington sigh as I told her, "All right Rarity, but don't say I didn't told you so. Come on, Jonathan."

Later that night, me and the guys had gotten front row seats to see Rarity's reputation shatter in front of everybody. As we were about to sit down, this fancy looking pony came by, clapped his hooves, and then somebody came and brought a pillow for him to sit on. When the fancy pony finally noticed us, he said, "I say, are you the three visitors who fell out of the sky?"

I told him, "Yeah, that's us."

"Then that must make you three celebrities. Dr. Hooves, bring three more pillows for these three." When he mentioned that name, I had a vague memory of a pony that Twilight once took us to. After seeing the said pony bringing each of us a pillow to sit on, I finally recognized him as the same pony who invented our PS3, TV, and Wi-Fi system.

"Dr. Hooves?" I remembered his name. "When did you become a servant?"

"To make a long story short, I lost a bet," the doctor explained.

After that was settled, the fancy pony felt like introducing himself. "Now that that's been settled, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Hoity Toity: the bigwig fashion hotshot in Canterlot."

"Don't you mean Camelot?" I pointed out.

"No, last time I've checked, it was pronounced Canterlot."

"Anyway, I'm Jeffrie, and this is Jonathan and Andrew."

"Nice to make your acquaintance." Said Hoity Toity. "In case you're all wondering, the reason why I'm here is because Spike the dragon had told me that this Rarity is suppose to be the best fashion designer in Ponyville."

"You might be a bit disappointed." Jonathan confessed.

"I definitely don't doubt that."

Me and the guys decided to form a football huddle as we were each having a private, whisper conversation. "Am I the only one who thinks that this Hoity Toity fellow might be a little bit gay?" I whispered.

Andrew then whispered in response, "You're not the only one, brother."

"I know, right?" I said. "I mean did you notice the way he talked and that very gay look that he was giving Jonathan?"

"What?!" Jonathan softly shouted.

"Oh yeah Jonathan, he definitely seems to have the gay hots for ya."

"What?!"

I then made a suggestion, "In fact, I think he's probably thinking about butt rapping you right about now."

"Shut up!"

Andrew then made his own suggestion, "I don't know man, maybe he just wants to suck Jonathan's dick."

"Stop talking!"

The lights went out, and we saw Vinyl playing a record. We then heard Spike make the introduction--and he definitely seems to have a way with words. And that's when the spotlight was on Twilight and the others; and everybody--including Hoity Toity--were disgusted by the God-awful rags that they call dresses. When they came to the end of the stage, Andrew had bursted out laughing, and eventually everybody else started to laugh along with him. Hoity Toity had a few things to say about the dresses--and none of them were positive. And it all ended with Rarity coming onto the stage, having to bear the humiliation that was about to fall upon her.

A couple of days later, me, the guys, and the ponies, were heading over to Carousel Boutique to check on Rarity. She hasn't been out of her house ever since her reputation as a tailor was ruined--by her so called friends and their bad taste in fashion. When we came to the door that lead to her room, it was locked. And that's when Rarity decided to spew a few melo-dramatic sentences. "Don't even bother trying to soothe my pain with words; I'm never coming out! I can't show my face in Ponyville ever again! I used to be somepony; I used to be respected. I made dresses; beautiful, beautiful dresses! But now everypony is laughing at me. I'm nothing but a laughing stock!"

"Come on, Rarity," Jonathan tried to calm her down. "I know your friends ruined your whole reputation (although a bit of it was also your own fault, seeing as how you could've avoided all this), but you shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Just leave me alone!" Rarity cried. "I want to be alone! I want to wallow in...whatever it is that ponies are suppose to wallow in! Do ponies wallow in pity? Oh, listen to me, I don't even know what I'm suppose to wallow in! I'M SO PATHETIC!"

After that bit of melo-drama, Twilight said, "Now what do we do?"

"Eh, it could be worse," Jonathan told her.

"How can it possibly be any worse for her?" Twilight inquired.

"Well, she could be in a bathtub slitting herself right now," Jonathan gave his example.

"Jonathan, that's horrible!" Fluttershy let her disgust be known.

"I know," said Jonathan.

After that grim suggestion was out of the way, I took this chance to rub more salt in the ponies' wounds. "I TOLD YOU SO!"

"Oh shut up, Jeffrie," Twilight retorted, "now's not the time for you to rub it in our faces."

"Well fuck all of you then," I shot back, "you should all be ashamed of yourselves anyway! Because me and Jonathan have been watching Rarity work her ass off, day and night, just to make fine looking dresses for you ungrateful little bitches! And all that we ever hear out of any of you is, 'Oh Rarity, this constellation doesn't have enough stars! Oh Rarity, this dress needs to be 20% more cooler! Oh Rarity, this dress needs more streamers!'"

Rainbow Dash then said, "You're saying that it's our fault that Rarity's a laughing stock?!"

"No fucking shit it's your fault!" I shouted. "You were the ones who made Rarity make those eyesores in the first place!"

Jonathan then had a few things of his own to say, "Yeah, I hope you're all happy; because I'm sure as Hell ain't! You all just couldn't have stick with what Rarity had given you in the first place, did you? You all just had to make her keep downgrading them until they looked like shit! And for what?! Just so you can all have dresses the way you imagined on the expence of your own friends pride and dignity?!"

Andrew only had this to say, "You gotta admit though, those dresses were pretty funny to look at." He chuckled a little until Jonathan and I each gave him a death glare. "Um...too soon?"

"Ya damn right too soon." Jonathan told him.

"I'm...going to wait outside."

When he left, I said to the ponies, "Anyway, the point is that you all ruined Rarity's reputation as a tailor, and you're all gonna help fix it."

I then heard Rarity shout, "For the last time, I'm a fashion designer, not a tailor!"

I then pointed out, "Shouldn't you be wallowing in pity right now?"

And we heard her say, "Oh just look at me, I can't even stay in character! I REALLY AM PATHETIC!"

I then turned back to the ponies. "OK, here's the plan: if we can be able to show Hoity Toity all of you wearing the good dresses instead of the bad ones, maybe--just maybe--Rarity's reputation might be saved."

They were silent for awile until Twilight said, "You know, that might actually work."

"That's good to hear," I said. "Now while you all try to get Rarity out of her room, me and the guys are going to try convincing Hoity Toity to give her a second chance."

By the time we were out of the store, Andrew picked up the pace and asked, "So what are we gonna do now?"

I asked him, "You remember that fashion critic who has a gay thing for Jonathan?"

I heard him cry, "Oh God!" and then Andrew said in his Big Mac impersonation, "E'yup."

And I told him the rest, "Well we have to try to convince him to give Rarity a second chance."

"And how are we gonna do that?"

"Simple, we tell him about the good dresses, then maybe he might be curious enough to come see them."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"If that doesn't work, then we'll have to go with Plan B."

"And what's Plan B?"

"Plan B involves Jonathan sucking his dick."

"What?!" Jonathan cried.

"Well he was giving you some pretty sugestive looks last night," I pointed out. "So maybe a little pleasure might make him change his mind."

"Oh no," cried Jonathan, "There's no way in Hell that I'm going to suck his dick!"

"That's only if he doesn't agree at first; chances are you might not even have to suck his dick. Also, since when have you been so reluctant to suck some cock?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you remember how in high school, you use to brag about how proud you are for being bi?"

Andrew then added, "Yeah, you always like to shove that bit of information in our faces every chance you get; why else would you always say that 'love is love'?"

"Of course I'm proud of being bi," Jonathan defended. "It's just that...he's not my type, OK!"

"Well at least do it for Rarity, won't ya?"

After my little guilt trip had effected Jonathan, he sighed and said, "Fine, I'll do it for Rarity."

After hours of searching, we finally found Hoity Toity. I walked up to him and said, "Hey Hoity Toity, you wouldn't remember us by any chance, would ya?"

He thought for awhile and said, "Ah yes, Jeffrie and company, I trust that you've all come to bid me farewell?"

"Actually, we were wondering if you wouldn't mind giving Rarity a second chance?"

"Rarity: that poor excuse for a fashion designer. Why should I?"

Not wanting to result to blowing him off, Jonathan quickly said, "Look, I understand that those last dresses were terrible, but they're nothing compared to her original designs. So maybe you could be interested in seeing them?"

After more thinking, Hoity said, "OK, I'll give her one last chance."

As we were heading back to Carousel Boutique, Andrew said to Jonathan, "See, ya didn't have to suck his dick after all."

"And thank God for that."

By the time we got back, Hoity Toity was absolutely astonished by Rarity's better dresses. As soon as it was all over, Hoity Toity had nothing but praise to give to Rarity. "Rarity, my congratulations to you on a most impressive fashion debut. Would you do me the great honor of allowing me to feature your couture in my Best of the Best Boutique in Canterlot?"

Rarity was utterly speechless; but Twilight however had plenty to say while she was making Spike write her letter for her. "Dear Princess Celestia, this week my very talented friend Rarity learned that if you try to please everypony, you often times end up pleasing nopony, especially yourself. And I learned this: when somepony offers to do you a favor, like making you a beautiful dress, you shouldn't be overly critical of something generously given to you. In other words..."

"Jeffrie is always right." I muttered next to her.

"Jeffrie is always right." As soon as she realized what she just said, she immediatley regretted it. "Spike, don't write that!"

"Too late," Spike said right after he blew fire upon the letter and sent it to Celestia.

Twilight's eyes were twitching a little as I said to her, "Yep, you just saw that Twilight; you just saw Spike send a letter to Celestia with proof that I'm always right. And as soon as she reads it, she's going to think that you yourself have admited it."

Twilight just gave me an annoyed glare as she said, "You know, sometimes I really hate you."

"Yeah, and sometimes I never should bother defending you whenever you're getting ganged up on or having your feelings hurt by one of your friends. But I do it anyway."

In the end, Rarity's reputation was saved, Hoity Toity got to see good dresses, and Jonathan didn't have to suck any dicks. So all in all, everybody wins.