We'll Make it Work [RGRE]


                                            The prompts

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


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                                            >>31239013

                                            >Rarity shows her love via expensive gifts and pampering Anon.

                                            >But this was the only way she understood to woo a colt, and she's afraid if the money train ever runs out that he'll leave.

                                            >And the boutique has had an especially rough season lately, finances are getting tight.

                                            >But she feels like she has to keep up the illusion that everything is fine.

                                            >It's times like this that she wonders if being mono is worth it, if she had a herd sister or two, it would take the pressure off a bit.


                                            >After straining her purse even more in an effort to pretend nothing is wrong, Anon realizes that something is amiss.

                                            >He doesn't know what, but Rarity knows he suspects something.

                                            >She does not sleep well that night.

                                            >She pulls him closer in the darkness, holds on tighter, fearing that soon he will disappear.


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                                            >>31240296

                                            >"Rares, ya can't tell me you haven't dealt with this before. Ya told me yerself that ya were barely scrapin' by when ya first started out.

                                            "Yes, but I only had to worry about myself then. Sweetie was still with my parents, and I was single. No one else would know that I barely ate, and that it was cheap and filling when I did. No one else would know all the corners I cut, and luxuries I did without. Now I have to keep up appearances even in private."

                                            "This ain't really about your money troubles, this is about your beau ain't it?"

                                            >Rarity just nodded.

                                            >"Look, Anon loves ya, don't he?"

                                            >That was the real question wasn't it.

                                            "He says he does."

                                            >But how deep did his love run, really?

                                            >How could she tell?

                                            >She'd heard so many sad stories from friends in the fashion business. It could easily be her sharing her own sad story soon.

                                            >"Then tell him the truth. Ya said he already suspects somethin'. I got the feelin' if he thinks somethin's wrong, he's gonna have a bee in his bonnet till he finds out what. Better he hears it from you, than him having to figure it out his self."

                                            "But what if he..."

                                            >"If he's worth havin', he'll stay."


                                            The Story

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                                            >>31240296

                                            >>31241471


                                            >Your human stirs as you latch onto him, a gentle sigh escaping the large creature.

                                            >You hadn't meant to wake Anon.

                                            >Releasing him, you shuffle back under the covers giving him some much needed breathing room.

                                            >Please fall back asleep.

                                            >Please.

                                            >With a grunt, he turns over and places a firm yet gentle hand on your flank, pressing you back up against his warmth.

                                            >You stay deathly silent, trying desperately to choke back sobs.

                                            >Despite how many times you told him not to, he ruffles his fingers through your prestine mane.

                                            >Nothing is said though.

                                            >You don't trust yourself to say anything.

                                            >Besides, it would be a lie if you said it didn't feel divine.

                                            >Giving into his assault, you squeeze up against him.

                                            >You can almost hear his smile through his thumping heart.

                                            >He's switched things up now, playing with your ears, running his fingers down your cheek.

                                            >He stops however, feeling wetness.

                                            >The human jolts upright, nimble fingers and warm covers going with him.


                                            >"The fuck Rares, what's wrong?"

                                            >Why did it have to be like this?

                                            >You were going to tell him.

                                            >Just one more night of passionate snuggling.

                                            >That's all you wanted.

                                            >He sits up and crosses his legs, making a nice little nest to pull you into.

                                            >"Come on Rares, say something. This isn't like you," he mutters softly, worriedly, as he cradles you like a foal.

                                            >You try to speak but it comes out as a whimper, causing him to hold you tighter.

                                            >"Tell me so I can make it better, okay?"

                                            >You wiggle against him in protest, the dam of built up sobs broken.

                                            >He doesn't push further, content with rocking you back and forth in his lap as you cry into his chest.

                                            >In the pit of your mind you know this is only making it worse, but you can't bring yourself to stop.

                                            >Even if you did have bits, he wouldn't want to stay with such a weak mare.

                                            >He’s probably disgusted with you.

                                            >Trying one last time, you stop and give him one last squeeze before looking up at him.

                                            >He looks...


                                            >Worried?

                                            >That can't be right.

                                            >"I think I know what's been going on."

                                            >You flinch.

                                            >Here it comes.

                                            >"Are one of those stallion clients giving you a hard time? I'll kick him in the dick."

                                            >You can't help but let a chuckle escape you.

                                            >Still you can't bring yourself to say anything, so you settle for a shake of your head.

                                            >He hums thoughtfully.

                                            >"Is it one of those friendship problems?"

                                            >...Close. With a snuffle, you nod into his chest

                                            >"Aha! Let's see here." He rocks back in forth in thought, for what seems like ages.

                                            >"Is it me."

                                            >Your blood runs ice cold, and you push yourself away from him.

                                            >"I'm sorry Rares. I know Dorkle has been pushing me to make more friends but, I mean, if I knew it was getting to you like thi-"

                                            "No." you say firmly, "Not that."


                                            "It's... We need to have a serious discussion."

                                            >His warm smile twists into horror.

                                            >"Ohh," he says, voice cracking. "That kind of friendship problem."

                                            >There's an awkward pause as the both of you try to figure out what to say first.

                                            >You both start at the same time, interrupting each other.

                                            >The both of you chuckle at the awkwardness.

                                            "Stallions first, darling." you finally manage.

                                            >He nods.

                                            >"Look Rares. If I'm doing something wrong, you'd tell me... right? I know I'm not a pony, but I'm really trying to learn the ins and outs of pony courtship."

                                            >You shake your head again.

                                            "No, darling. It's not you."

                                            >His frown deepens as you go silent again.

                                            >"Rare, please talk to me."

                                            >This is it Rarity, just throw it out there.

                                            "I'm having financial problems. I have been for a while a-and I don't think I can support us any longer."

                                            >There's another awkward pause as his eyes widen at the realization.


                                            >The puzzle pieces collected over the last few months all finally coming together in his head.

                                            >And there's the anger.

                                            >"Fuck, Rares" he says getting out of the bed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

                                            >Your hooves try to follow him, seeking out thier usual spot around his torso to no avail.

                                            >With the absence of human warmth, you curl down, tail clenched to your back.

                                            "I-I'm sorry Darling. I wanted you to stay and I thought we could make it work- And. A-and."

                                            >You cut yourself off with another snuffle as the tears come flooding back.

                                            >Come on, keep going.

                                            "I didn't want you to get angry and leave me." you finish, a little too loudly.

                                            >You look back up to him, his expression hasn't changed.

                                            >This is it. You've royally messed things up now, Rarity.

                                            >"Rare, what the fuck." he says, voice laden with betrayal.

                                            >"I'm pissed, yeah. Because you didn't tell me sooner. And I'm pissed that you'd think I'd do something so God damn petty."

                                            "But-" You start, standing up on trembling hooves.

                                            >He raises a finger, cutting you off.

                                            >"Sit the fuck down." he barks.

                                            >You do so, without skipping a beat.

                                            >"Here's what we're going to do."


                                            >...We?

                                            >"I'm going to work for AJ again, on top of doing the deliveries for the boutique."

                                            >Your ears pin back.

                                            "Darling, that's unacceptable. As long as you're under my roof, you will not-"

                                            >"Tough shit. And you, are going to be more honest with me from now on." His features scrunch further into a mix of anger and disgust. "And stop buying flowers and shit for me. I can't eat them and Equestrian chocolate tastes like horse asshole."

                                            >You wince at that.

                                            >"I'm serious Rares, if you don't watch that spending, I'm going to start handling finances here too."

                                            >You glare in defiance, but settle for a nod.

                                            >This human can give stallion mules a run for their money when his mind is set.

                                            >With that done, you feel his hand under your chin, and lips pressed against your muzzle.

                                            >The prospect of ponies finding out you're making your stallion undergo hard labor, is horrifying... but you think this can work.