Chapter 55

Rainbow Dash was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing. She rolled over slowly, seeing nothing but the colour spectrum with her hair covering her face as she sat up slowly, looking at her phone on the nightstand next to her bed. She cleared the hair from her face and picked the phone up to see who it was.

“Ugh…” she groaned. “Who the fuck is here so early?” she wondered, looking at her clock. It was 7:20am. “It’s my fuckin day off…” she groaned, pressing the green icon on the screen to answer it. “Yeah?”

“OH! It’s Rarity, darling.” the voice over the phone replied cheerfully. “Are you off today?”

Dash groaned. “Yeah, Rare…last Friday of every month. You know that.”

“Splendid! May I come up and have a word?” the fashionista asked.

Dash paused for a second, looking at the floor. “Is this about Fluttershy? Have you heard back from Golds and Sunset yet?”

“Uh…no, unfortunately. They have chosen to remain silent during their trip unless they have something very important to pass on.” Rarity replied. “May I please come up?”

Dash sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine.” she said before holding her phone down and hitting the number six key to buzz the front door to her apartment building open. She ended the call as she got up from her bed, stretching her small, yet toned arms in the air.

“OOHH…” she groaned, feeling a persistent ache in her back and arms as she walked out of her bedroom. She was wearing a small pair of shorts and a white t-shirt with a multi-coloured lightning bolt on it that was coming out of a cloud.

She could tell pretty quickly that she didn’t feel right, her stomach was turning as she crossed her messy living room, heading for the front door to meet her pale-skinned friend. She stopped next to the multitude of trophies that adorned the large shelf next to the hall that led to her bedroom, feeling her stomach turn even harder as she looked at the evidence of the previous night’s supper…a large, brown paper bag with a pair of golden arches on it.

“Oohh…” she groaned softly, crossing her little blue arms across her stomach. “I guess this is what I get for having McDick’s three nights in a row…” she thought as she felt her gag reflex kicking in, then turned and ran to her bathroom.

Dash rammed the door open with her shoulder and dove over the toilet, putting her head down and emptying her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She heaved like this for a few minutes, then when it finally seemed to stop she sat up and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her face off.

Then she heard a knock at the door.

“Aww fuck, Rarity…” she whispered, spitting some stray chunks into the toilet before getting back up to check herself in the mirror. Her entire body ached now, but at least her stomach had settled a bit for the moment.

There was another knock at the door. “Rainbow Dash? Did you fall asleep again??” Rarity’s voice called out from the hall.

“Hang on!” Dash yelled back weakly, glancing at herself in the mirror one more time before heading out to answer the door.

When she opened the door, Rarity came walking in at full place and began to speak immediately. “Good morning, darling. I’m sorry to bother you so early, but I have a-“

The fashionista stopped suddenly when she noticed how messy Dash’s apartment was.

“What a complete pig sty!” the indigo-haired girl huffed, looking around the place.

Dash shrugged. “I haven’t had time to clean…” she said, lazily rubbing the side of her aching head.

Rarity gave her a dubious look. “You know you have super speed, right darling?”

Dash cringed a little, rubbing the back of her neck. “Oh, yeah…well actually, the thing about that is, uh fuck you.”

Rarity huffed, rolling her eyes. “Real mature, Rainb-“ she stopped when she turned to look at her blue-skinned friend, who was a much paler shade of blue than usual. “My goodness! Are you feeling OK?” she asked.

Dash shrugged. “A bit under the weather…”

Rarity wrinkled her nose when Dash spoke, smelling the putrid breath that came from the blue-skinned girl’s mouth. ”Did you get sick to your stomach??”

Dash nodded. “Yeah…just now.”

Rarity tilted her head, looking at her friend with concern. “Oh my, darling. This is no good…you need to get yourself to bed. I can find someone else to come with me today.”

Dash looked up at her friend. “Come with you? Where are you going?”

“Oh, I have to go to the city to pick up an order of materials for my latest line.” Rarity explained. “My supplier had to get it from a special manufacturer, but now they’re refusing to ship it to me unless it’s sent special courier with full insurance…which is dreadfully expensive. So, I’m going myself to pick it up.”

“So what did you need me for?” Dash asked, rubbing her face with her hands.

“I was looking for someone to help me load and unload the truck…” the fashionista replied.

Dash looked back at Rarity with an eyebrow raised. “Truck?”

“Why yes, darling.” Rarity replied, giving her hair a flip with her fingertips. “I can’t fit it all in my car, so I was going to take Golds' truck.”

Dash snorted. “Are you serious?”

Rarity scowled. “Why not? He’s obviously not using it right now…”

“Yeah, but Rarity…” Dash started. “If I know Golds like I think I do, and you fuck up his truck…it won’t matter if you’re immortal, he will find a way to kill you.”

Rarity stuck her nose up. “Nonsense, darling. The truck will be just fine. Besides, he would never lay a hand on me. I have him wrapped around my little finger.”

The blue girl shook her head. “Oh yeah? That’s why he left you here and took Sunset with him to go get Fluttershy?”

Rarity instantly had a look of hurt in her eyes, making Dash feel bad right away for her statement.

“Sorry, Rare. I didn’t mean that.” she apologized.

Rarity took a deep breath and forced a smile. “It’s quite alright. Now you mustn’t worry about it, you need to get to bed this instant! Would you like me to bring you something to drink?”

Dash shook her head. “No. I doubt I can keep anything down right now anyway. I’m just gonna go lay down.” she replied, slowly heading back to her bedroom. “Sorry Rare, I would totally come with you today, but I feel like major shit.” she said, turning back to her friend.

“OK then, darling.” Rarity concluded. “Feel better!” she said as she turned to head for the door.

“Later, Rare.” Dash’s weak voice came out from her bedroom as she crawled back into her bed.

*****

Once outside in the parking lot, Rarity got back into her car to think about what she was going to do. She was expecting to have Rainbow Dash with her today to help out, but now that the athlete was sick, she was going to have to go alone. It wasn’t so much that she actually needed help to load the truck, she could do it by herself...and truth be told, there were probably some guys at the supplier’s loading dock who would help her, but Rarity had been feeling very alone that week spending her nights all alone, and she really just longed for the company of a good friend during the seemingly endless drive to the city.

She sat in her car, looking down at her phone to check the time. “7:35…” she thought. “Who else is there? Twilight is away at school…Applejack will almost certainly be busy at the farm…”

Rarity looked out at the street after hearing a car honk, then back down at her lap, straightening out her purple skirt with her hands. “That leaves only Pinkie Pie…who is probably still in bed.”

She took a deep breath, resting her index finger thoughtfully on her chin as she stared out of the windshield. Pinkie wasn’t the best person to be stuck in a vehicle with for hours on end, but at that point Rarity was desperate to have company, no matter who it was. She hadn’t spent as much time alone with Pinkie during the past couple years since the bubbly girl had moved out to the country with her parents, not to mention the fashionista being so busy with running the boutique full time.

Rarity finally nodded to herself. “Pinkie Pie it is.” she thought to herself as she started her car and headed out of the parking lot to make the drive to the Pie residence.

*****

An hour later, Rarity pulled up and parked in front of the big white country house where the Pie family lived. She got out of her car and headed for the front door.

She knocked gently when she reached the door, then waited for someone to answer. After a moment, there was a click, followed by the door opening to reveal Pinkie’s father. His eyes lit up at the sight of the fashionista when he saw her standing there on his front step.

“Ah, Miss Rarity.” he greeted, scratching his mutton chop. “I am pleased to see you once again at our humble dwelling, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this fine morning?”

Rarity smiled in return. “It is good to see you again, Igneous. It has been too long.” she replied. “Is Pinkie Pie home?”

He nodded slowly. “She slumbers as we speak, however you are free to wake her if you wish to try.” he answered, stepping aside to let Rarity enter.

“Thank you, sir.” she said, slipping her boots off and heading up the stairs.

“Good morning, darling!” Rarity greeted loudly as she entered Pinkie’s room, causing the curly-haired girl to sit up suddenly in her bed, frantically shouting:

“NODON’TPUTTHATDIDGERIDOOINMYASSCAPTAINCRUNCH!!!”

Rarity paused, glaring at the pink girl in shock. “My goodness, darling! What an earth were you dreaming about??”

Pinkie blinked a few times, trying to focus on who had busted in her room so early in the morning. “Rarity??” she said in a scratchy voice, rubbing her eyes first, followed by a stretch.

“In the flesh, darling.” the fashionista replied.

“What are you doing here?” Pinkie asked, shaking her head to wake herself up, followed by her eyes suddenly opening wide. “Did you hear something about Fluttershy???”

Rarity paused. “Unfortunately no, Pinkie Pie. Nothing yet.”

Pinkie’s head drooped down. “Ohh…” she moaned sadly.

“Not to worry,” Rarity reassured her. “We’ve got the best in the world on the case. They’ll have her back before you know it.”

Pinkie hugged her legs against her chest, resting her chin on her knees. “Poor Fluttershy…” she mumbled, rocking back and forth gently.

“Now then,” Rarity started. “We need to get you ready for our trip today. You didn’t have plans, did you?”

Pinkie shook her head. “Only to sleep in…”

“Well, get up and get dressed! We’re going to the city!” Rarity said cheerfully.

Pinkie perked up. “Road trip??? Are we going to visit Twilight at school?” she asked, throwing the covers off and kicking her feet over the side of the bed.

“Not exactly,” Rarity replied, “I would think Twilight is busy at school today anyway. I have to pick up a material order from my supplier, one that they refused to ship through the usual delivery system.”

Pinkie yawned. “Why do you need me to come then?”

“It’s a rather large order.” Rarity answered. “We’ll be going in Golds' truck and I need an extra hand to load the boxes into the back.”

Pinkie stopped suddenly, raising an eyebrow . “Did he say you could take his truck?”

“Well, not exactly…” Rarity replied, rubbing the back of her neck, giggling nervously.

Pinkie stood up as she continued. “Cuz if you mess it up, it won’t matter if you’re immortal, he-“

Rarity cut her off. “Yes I know, darling. He’ll find a way to kill me.” she said flatly, spinning on her heel. “Let’s go!”

Pinkie gave a big stretch next to the bed, then followed the fashionista to her closet to get dressed for the day. She put on her usual pink skirt and white shirt with the heart on it, covered by the little blue jacket. She took a few minutes to puff up her hair, then headed downstairs with her purple-haired friend.

Pinkie took a few moments to make herself a coffee…one that consisted of only half a mug of black coffee, then seven spoons of sugar, followed by half a cup of cream, then a pile of whipped cream on top, followed by chocolate sprinkles, then a dash of cinnamon…then a brownie…and finally, an Oreo cookie to top it off.

Rarity sat at the large island in the wooden kitchen, shaking her head as she watched her understandably pudgy friend eat the treat rather quickly. Then they headed out the door to Rarity’s car, got in and drove to Fluttershy’s house where the truck was parked.

When they pulled in the driveway, Rarity parked beside the big blue Dodge, then went to unlock the front door of the house to go inside to find my keys. She found them on the nightstand beside the bed and grabbed them up to head outside.

She paused at the door just before the stepped out, looking sadly into the quiet house…abandoned and empty looking with its owner missing, taken somewhere by a man who had no business in this country kidnapping young, innocent women. Rarity forced herself to leave before the lump in her throat became too strong…her heart wanted to believe that the shy girl was there, waving and saying hello in her soft, sweet voice, but it just wasn’t so. Rarity knew the truth in her mind. The house was quiet and empty.

She went back outside to unlock the truck so both girls could climb in. They shut the doors, then buckled up their seatbelts in silence as they stared at their friend’s house.

Pinkie looked at the fashionista with a heavy heart. “Is it super-duper sad in there?” she said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.

Rarity looked back at her for a moment, then nodded. “Yes…it is, darling.” she replied quietly. “I miss her, Pinkie Pie.”

Pinkie stuck her bottom lip out. “Me too.”

They sat for a moment, then Rarity suddenly shook her head. “Well, Pinkie Pie…we mustn’t dwell on that…Fluttershy would not want us to be despondent like this. It’s already after 9:30 and we must get going.”

Pinkie giggled. “Okie-dokie-lokie!” she said with a fresh dose of excitement. “This is so exciting! A road trip with Paribt!”

Rarity glanced at the pink girl as she slid the key into the ignition. “Paribt? Whatever does that mean?

“Paribt!” Pinkie repeated. “Pinkie Pie and Rarity in the big truck!”

Rarity raised her eyebrows when she realized the acronym. “Ah yes. Quite so, darling.” she said as she turned the key, cranking over the big diesel until it fired up, shaking the whole truck as a black puff floated out from the tailpipe and flew off into the trees.

“Whoa! Haha!” Pinkie giggled at the sudden noise. “B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b…” Her lips were flapping as she imitated the sound of the loud engine.

“Pinkie Pie!” Rarity scolded. “You’re spraying his dash board!”

The pink girl gasped. “Oops!” she said, reaching out to wipe her spit droplets off the glove box.

Rarity reached for the column shifter, pulling it down to reverse. Since that truck had been modified for extra power, the transmission was built to withstand it, which means certain comforts had to be sacrificed…like a smooth engagement into gear for example.

The blue machine slammed into reverse, causing Rarity’s eyes to pop open wide. “Ooh!” she squeaked as she looked over her shoulder to do a three-point turn to leave the driveway. She dropped the shifter into drive, which prompted the truck to hammer into forward gear, and she steered the noisy blue hulk to the end of Fluttershy’s driveway. She stopped to look both ways, then lightly pressed the throttle to accelerate towards Canterlot, which they had to pass through before continuing onto the freeway to the big city.

The engine clattered noisily as they came up to speed, the gentle whistle of the turbo barely audible as Rarity accelerated cautiously, not being used to driving such a big machine.

“My goodness!” she huffed. “How does Golds drive this monstrosity everyday??” She had trouble keeping it centered in the lane, due to the old solid front axle design, a sloppy and outdated system that had been abandoned for the most part on modern vehicles.

“Hey look!” Pinkie shouted suddenly. “He’s got a Bluetooth stereo in here!” she said, pulling out her phone, then turning on the radio. She put on some of the music that she had on her phone, listening with the volume fairly high to drown out the noise of the engine.

After a few songs, Rarity turned the radio down a bit to talk to her friend. “So Pinkie Pie, how have things been lately? It’s been a while since just you and I have spent time together…”

Pinkie shrugged. “Meh…just working, doing parties…you know. You? What’s it like not sleeping?”

Rarity shook her head, keeping her eyes on the road. “You get used to it, darling…but time sure does slow down. The last five months have gone by so dreadfully slow…”

Pinkie nodded. “I can’t imagine it…I love to sleep in…”

“Yes, I can tell…” Rarity said flatly. “Oh, how I miss my beauty sleep…”

The pink girl rolled her eyes. “Oh Rarity…you’re the last person who needs beauty sleep…you always look amazing!”

“Oh, why thank you.” Rarity said, glancing at Pinkie with a smirk. “So, how have you been doing with your magic? Are you able to control it fairly well these days?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yeah, pretty good.” she replied, holding up her phone. “This is the longest I’ve ever had the same phone…”

The fashionista raised her eyebrows. “That’s excellent to hear, Pinkie Pie. Good for you.”

Pinkie put her phone down, pausing for a moment before she suddenly lowered her eyelids, smirking slightly, making Rarity worry about what she was thinking.

“Hey Rare…” she said in a sneaky tone.

“Yes?” Rarity replied cautiously.

“You wanna hear my invention idea?” Pinkie asked.

“Invention, Darling? I’d love to hear about it.” the fashionista replied.

“Well…” Pinkie continued. “I like to take long shits, right?”

Rarity’s expression changed very suddenly. “Oh...uh-huh…”

“But sometimes I get lonely being in there for so long…so I was thinking…” Pinkie explained.

Rarity kept her eyes planted on the road, nervous about where this story was going.

“What if I had, like…a double toilet!” the pink-skinned girl shouted excitedly, throwing her hands in the air.

Rarity glanced at her with her nose scrunched. “I beg your pardon, darling…did you say double toilet? As in…a two seater?”

Pinkie nodded excitedly. “Yeah! Then we could sit a take shits together and talk n stuff...” she paused for a moment, looking at Rarity with an eyebrow raised. “You still take shits, don’t you Rare?”

Rarity ducked her head a bit at the question. “Well…” she replied reluctantly. “I still eat, so…what goes in must come out, I suppose.”

Pinkie giggled with delight at her answer. “Yay! When I get the prototype built, you and me can try it out!”

Rarity cringed. “Uhh..maybe something like that would be a bit more suited to uh, Applejack’s tastes…”

The curly-haired girl shook her head. “No…I already asked her. She told me to go piss up a rope…which I tried, but it turns out pissing up a rope is REALLY hard!”

Rarity cocked an eyebrow at her friend. “Pinkie Pie…that’s just an expression. You can’t really expect to pee up a length of rope…what would you be expecting to accomplish? How would you even know if it was working??”

Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno…”

They sat in silence for a few seconds, then Pinkie’s eyes suddenly became wide with excitement as she let out a loud gasp. She reached across the cab to grab Rarity’s shoulder and shake it wildly.

“Hey!” she shouted. “What about…” she shifted her eyes side-to-side in a shady manner. “…a toilet couch?”

“What??”

“Yeah! Then we could ALL sit together, take shits and hang out!” Pinkie proclaimed. “What do you think??”

The fashionista grimaced as she glanced at the pink girl. “I think that’s disgusting, darling.” she said flatly.

*****

After passing through Canterlot in the noisy truck, they continued onward to the north, heading for the freeway that leads to the big city. Pinkie was still talking up a storm as Rarity continued to struggle with handling the big old machine.

“So anyway…” Pinkie was saying, “There are three main ingredients to a Michael Bay movie…One: Explosions…Two: American flags…Three: Statutory rape…” she chattered on, putting her fingers up as she counted.

“Yes yes that’s nice, darling.” Rarity mumbled absent-mindedly as she slowed down to enter the on-ramp to the freeway.

She slowly headed around the ramp, watching the oncoming traffic as she merged into the outer lane. Just as she crossed the line, she saw a car coming up on their tail quite quickly in the rearview mirror.

“Oh shoot!” Rarity cursed. “That car was a lot closer than I thought…” She decided to accelerate as quickly as she could to avoid holding up traffic, so she floored the accelerator, cringing as the car behind them crept up closer.

Both girls were caught well off-guard when the big turbo suddenly screamed in anger from under the hood and both rear tires erupted in a cloud of white tire smoke, spinning hard as the loud engine became its own version of Mr. Hyde, causing the old truck to spin around, facing the way it came. Both girls screamed in panic as they skidded sideways across four lanes of traffic, making other cars swerve and honk as Rarity stepped on the brake, locking up all four wheels, finally bringing the truck to rest on the far shoulder, facing the opposite direction of traffic.

Rarity was breathing hard as the shock of what just happened set in. The engine clattered innocently as they sat idling on the shoulder as other cars drove by, the drivers glaring at her as they passed.

“Uh, sorry!” she said, waving through the window at them. “Oh, they can’t hear me…” she mumbled to herself. Rarity rubbed her face, then started to speak again. “My goodness, darling! What on earth was-“

She stopped when she saw Pinkie, who’s face was now the same colour as Rarity’s…with eyes as big as saucers, her hands clenched to the seat and the grab handle above the door.

Rarity gasped. “Oh Pinkie Pie! Are you OK? I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to scare you. I was not expecting that to happen…”

Pinkie shifted her eyes to look at Rarity. “I’m gonna need that double toilet now…” she said quietly.

Rarity rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Oh Pinkie Pie…always the joker, aren’t you?”

The colour started to return to the curly-haired girl as she slowly let go of her grip on the handles.

“Shall we continue?” Rarity asked.

Pinkie nodded. “Y-yeah…” she said with a nervous giggle.

When there was a clearing in the traffic, Rarity pulled a U-turn and continued on down the road. She had been fairly timid with driving this truck during the whole drive so far, up until just a minute ago when she floored it and lost control, and she was now being cautious again as she gently accelerated to speed.

“Hmmm…” she thought. “Obviously Golds has done something to this machine to give it a little bounce in its step…I wonder what would happen if I try it with a little more control?”

Pinkie was starting to drone on again about something as Rarity glanced down at the speedometer, then slowly pushed the throttle down more, letting the machine pick up speed slowly…then she gave it a little more…then a little more…and before she knew it, the turbo was whistling loudly again, the engine roaring as she changed lanes non-stop, weaving in and out of traffic, passing other cars left and right.

“Oh my! This is exhilarating!” she howled as Pinkie stopped talking to grab onto the handles for safety again.

“Rarity…Rarity…slow down…” Pinkie stuttered nervously. “RARITY! LOOK OUT!”

Rarity suddenly yanked the wheel to swerve around another car as she floored the throttle again, lunging them forward.

“Oh, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity complained. “You of all people, trying to put a stop to the fun!”

Pinkie shook her head frantically, gritting her teeth. “Not fun…I’m not immortal…please don’t kill me!”

Rarity waved her off. “Oh pish-posh, darling! I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun!”

“RARITY! PLEASE SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!”

*****

They finally arrived in the big city…in one piece…and they pulled into the large warehouse lot with the fancy clothing store in front. The place was very clean and classy looking, with a large red tapestries around the front, and even the back of the warehouse where the loading doors were had nice paint and trim work. This place was quite prestigious, the owner of which ran the store in front, as well as the material supply warehouse out back. On top of that, he published his own magazine and was a well respected columnist and fashion reviewer.

Rarity pulled up alongside the loading bay as the owner came out of the back door to meet them, not looking very impressed.

He was a tall slender man, with grayish-blue skin and white hair, which was styled in somewhat of a bee-hive with two hooked-shaped locks hanging down the left side of his face. He was wearing purple aviator sunglasses with a white dress shirt and a black vest, topped off with a red ascot.

He walked out toward the noisy blue truck as it sat there idling, slapping the hood angrily as he approached. “Now see here! What is the meaning of this??” he shouted over the noise if the engine. “Get this monstrosity out of here! This is not a McGillacuddy’s!”

The engine suddenly stopped, shaking the whole truck as it came to rest. Then the driver’s door opened, and out stepped the indigo-haired fashionista. “Good day to you, Hoity-Toity!”

He stopped suddenly, gasping as he gave a slight bow when he realized he'd just scolded one of his best customers. “Oh! Uh, Miss Rarity! My apologies, I did not expect to see you in such a…contraption.”

“This truck has been loaned to me by a very dear friend of mine, darling. I’ve come for the order I placed yesterday, and I needed something large enough to bring it all back in one trip.” she explained.

He bowed his head. “Yes, I understand. Excellent choice, Miss Rarity.” he said, clearing his throat.

She put her finger up as she turned to head for the door of the warehouse. “Oh, and I don’t think the owner of this vehicle would be very appreciative of you slapping his hood…”

He paused. “Yes. Quite so. My apologies.” he replied as he heard the other truck door open. He turned to see the pink girl walk around the back of the vehicle, then lean on the tailgate. “Ah, Miss Pie. So happy to see you again.” he greeted.

“Yeah you are.” she replied with a grin. “What’s goin on, Toits?”

He had his arms folded behind his back as he stepped closer to her. “Oh, a little of this, a little of that…now if you’ll excuse me, I must go help Miss Rarity.”

“Sure thing!” Pinkie replied with a playful wink.

Hoity-Toity entered the back door of the warehouse to find Rarity inspecting the stack of large boxes that were waiting for her. “I don’t usually ask this, Miss Rarity…but what on earth are you placing an order like this for?”

Rarity continued to check over the boxes, replying to him without looking in his direction. “It’s for a new project, darling.”

Hoity-Toity nodded. “I see, well I won’t presume that you will be giving away any of your secrets before your big reveal, so I won’t ask for any more details, however I will say that having to deal with the manufacturer of these materials is most unpleasant…”

Rarity smiled as she gave him a quick glance. “And it is most appreciated, I assure you.” she said, moving on to check another one of the boxes. “Did you get the thread as well?”

He gestured to one of the other boxes. “Most definitely, Miss Rarity. It is all here, everything you asked for. I believe the thread is in that one there.”

Rarity stood up, taking one last look at the boxes before heading to the door to call for Pinkie to come help carry the boxes out to the truck. Then she turned back to her supplier one more time. “I thank you, Hoity-Toity. This is quite excellent.”

He bowed his head at the fashionista. “Anything for the very best of customers.”

It took Pinkie and Rarity about fifteen minutes to load up all the boxes, then Rarity settled up the hefty bill in the office with Hoity-Toity before she and Pinkie climbed back into the truck to begin their return trip to Canterlot.

Hoity-Toity pinched his nostrils shut as the noisy truck started up again, pouring its strong smelling exhaust into the yard as the girls drove out to the edge of the parking lot. He watched as the blue truck turned right onto the street, then suddenly began to roar loudly, accompanied by the loud whistle of the turbo and the screeching of tires as it sped away, leaving a cloud of white tire smoke in its wake.

He turned to his assistant, furrowing his eyebrows. “Did Miss Rarity seem…different to you today??” he asked, inquisitively.

The assistant simply shook his head in response.

Author's Notes:

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