[FLUTTERRAPE] Rejected Notes


                                            Originally uploaded to Pastebin: March 31st, 2014

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                                            Update 30/04/2021 -- After a bit of thought, as well as seeing how other writers are doing things these days, I've decided that separate pastes for chapters is superfluous. Both parts of the story have now been consolidated into a single paste.


                                            Note: This story was abandoned and does not have an ending.


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                                            Part 1

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                                            >Octavia Melody.

                                            >A lifetime of music and living in Canterlot.

                                            >Given your somewhat narrow corridor of tastes, this was practically a dream come true for you.

                                            >As a young filly, you had realised quite quickly how well-off your family was, and how lucky you were.

                                            >Despite the constant gnawing of guilt at your psyche for the other more "down on their luck" families around you, you had found yourself indulging in the many highlights that the upper crust of society had to offer.

                                            >Early on you started lessons in various musical instruments at your own behest, and your parents were more than happy to feed your rapidly growing ego.

                                            >You had all the resources to do such things, so why not do them?

                                            >Expensive clothes and perfumes bothered you not. The other young mares around you that longed for such trivial delights confused you.

                                            >Why would you waste bits and time on things that did not matter?

                                            >You had instead decided to spend your time on things that meant so much more to you.

                                            >Namely, your music.

                                            >By age 15 you had already learnt to play a vast array of instruments, but the one that spoke to you most was your beloved cello.

                                            >You still remember the day you had your father buy it for you.

                                            >Love at first note.

                                            >As time went by, you matured more. You became more humble.

                                            >Time spent on other instruments was instead spent on mastering your cello.

                                            >"My my, such talent!" were the words that left your conductor's lips when he heard you play at an audition for his ensemble.

                                            >From then on, you played at expensive venues; met all the big celebrities and generally lived the very life that so many ponies in Equestria could only dream of.

                                            >And yet, here you are.


                                            >On a train.


                                            >Heading for Ponyville.


                                            >Even with your wealth, talent and fame you had never really filled the void that persisted throughout your life.

                                            >Your music was a large part of it, certainly. But you still felt as though there was something missing.

                                            >Something that neither money nor talent could get you.

                                            >As you laid in your bed a few nights ago, you had decided that perhaps you needed a holiday.

                                            >You had spent all your life living in Canterlot.

                                            >The only trips out of the city were taken because of a venue.

                                            >Even then, the trips would only ever take you to places not far from Canterlot. A days travel at most.

                                            >Trottingham. Manehatten. Las Pegasus.

                                            >Those sorts of cities.

                                            >As luck would have it, you had become rather close with a charming mare from Ponyville by the name of Rarity.

                                            >You had become acquainted with her after she took Canterlot by storm with a bold new fashion line.

                                            >The dresses themselves didn't appeal to you.

                                            >But the mare? You had been in contact with her ever since.

                                            >Rarity was a good friend to have. The kind of mare you seldom had the luxury to meet.

                                            >A pony that would stay by your side and help you through your troubles, and not ask for anything in return.

                                            >You had written to her after your abrupt yearning for a holiday and asked if she knew any good places to stay in Ponyville.

                                            >Really, you should have expected her answer.

                                            >But it still warmed your heart to get the answer "Stay with me! It's no trouble at all!"


                                            >Stepping off the train, you look around at the quaint little setting.

                                            >It is, for the lack of a better word, perfect.

                                            >No wonder Rarity is an endless fountain of creativity.

                                            >A location like this could do wonders for your head.

                                            >Always so clouded with the noise and bedlam of Canterlot.

                                            >A quiet town like this could be just what you needed to get your bearings on your life.

                                            >Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud, clear voice ringing out from your left.

                                            >"Octavia! Over here!"

                                            >Turning your head, you see your friend, beaming at you.

                                            >A smile works its way onto your face and you trot over to greet her.

                                            >Your bags are being unloaded a short distance away.

                                            >Rarity hugs you, and you gladly return it.

                                            >"Oooh it's so wonderful to see you again! How are you? Was the trip alright?"

                                            >Her caring nature never fails to appease you.

                                            "Everything was fine, Rarity. I'm honestly rather tired from the journey though. Shall we be going?"

                                            >Rarity giggles.

                                            >"Of course, of course. I'll have Spike bring your bags over."

                                            >Rarity calls out, and a small dragon runs out from seemingly nowhere.

                                            >He salutes and goes to gather your bags at Rarity's request.

                                            >Raise an eyebrow.

                                            "That's quite the assistant."

                                            >The mare smirks.

                                            >"The little darling would battle a minotaur if I asked him to."

                                            >She sighs, an affectionate look crossing her face as she watches Spike work.

                                            >Rarity shakes her head and turns back to you.

                                            >"Come along then, darling. You'll just -love- Ponyville!"


                                            >"So -that's- where Pinkie Pie works, I know you haven't got much of a sweet tooth, but I assure you that her 'Frostycakes' are to -die- for."

                                            >You follow Rarity through Ponyville whilst she gives you the 'grand tour'.

                                            >She didn't even give you time to unpack.

                                            >The sun is bearing down on you quite a bit, causing you to sweat.

                                            >Rarity notices this.

                                            >"Oh, are you alright? Would you like to get into the shade? I know you spend a lot of time indoors, darling; I'm sorry."

                                            "I suppose I should really get something to drink--"

                                            >"We shall head straight to Sugarcube Corner. No no, I won't hear a word of it. I am getting you cooled off and that's final."

                                            >You sigh happily and allow your friend to drag you into the much cooler cafe.

                                            >Walking through the door is almost heavenly.

                                            >Rarity strolls over to the counter.

                                            >A plump blue mare behind it gives her a rosy smile.

                                            >"Afternoon, Rarity! What can I get you?"

                                            >Rarity orders you both two cold drinks and you go to sit down at a table.

                                            >You sip your drink (your life-saving elixir of the gods, to be exact) and listen to your companion rattle on about dresses.

                                            >"So I thought to myself, perhaps a dash of orange, a--... Oh my."

                                            >You raise an eyebrow.

                                            "Something wrong?"

                                            >She giggles.

                                            >"I forgot to mention Ponyville's most shocking resident to you. Ah well, It'll be good to see your reaction."

                                            >Rarity develops a Cheshire-cat-like grin and watches the door.

                                            >You follow her gaze.

                                            >The door is pushed open, and in strides--

                                            >Your mouth drops open.

                                            "What in Equestria...?"

                                            >Some sort of leviathan strides through the door and towards the counter.

                                            >It reaches it in just a few long steps, then starts happily chatting with the blue pony behind it.

                                            >Rarity's laughter catches your attention.

                                            >Turn to her, then back to the creature.

                                            "What -is- that?"

                                            >Rarity sighs with content.

                                            >"That, dear, is Anonymous."

                                            "That's actually his name?"

                                            >"Yes yes, I know; very silly, if I do say so. But he's quite something, is he not?"

                                            >You watch Anonymous make gestures with his hands and laugh while he talks to the counter-pony.

                                            >He's absolutely mesmerising.

                                            >His calm, calculated movements and graceful motions have captivated you.

                                            >You find yourself staring at him, unblinking.

                                            >It takes Rarity to stop you.

                                            >"Quite taken by him, aren't you?"

                                            "I uh-- y-yes, I suppose I am. Quite peculiar, really."

                                            >You steal another glance at him.

                                            >Rarity chuckles.

                                            >"He tends to have that affect on ponies. Rather strange, to be perfectly honest. It took me a while to see him the same way nearly every mare in Ponyville does."

                                            >Turn back to her.

                                            "What do you mean?"

                                            >"Oh, well, look at him! Tall; strong; a strange, almost magical allure. He's quite desirable to some ponies..."

                                            >Nod in acknowledgement, your eyes still fixed on Anonymous.

                                            "What... -is- he?"

                                            >"Human, apparently. Though before you go running off after him, I must warn you that he doesn't go for ponies."

                                            >Your heart sinks.

                                            >...For some reason.

                                            "Go on?"

                                            >"Well, according to him, the land he comes from only has humans. He's somewhat of a traditionalist. Humans for humans, ponies for ponies."

                                            >Rarity sighs and shakes her head in pity.

                                            >"Shame, really. Cross-species relationships aren't too uncommon here; did you head about Hoity Toity and his griffin boyfriend?"

                                            >Nod again.

                                            "Oh, yes, quite shocking. You were saying about Anonymous? Does that mean that he's... Ahh, not taken?"

                                            >Rarity opens her mouth to reply, but stops herself.

                                            >Then gives you another sly grin.

                                            >The kind that hides her thoughts, but heavily implies what she's thinking on the surface.

                                            >"He is~. My my, Octavia. Are you going to give it a shot?"

                                            >Blush and play with your hooves.

                                            "I... Might consider it."

                                            >Look at him again.

                                            >The blue pony has given him his order and he starts heading for the door.

                                            >Before his hand touches the knob, Rarity calls out.

                                            >"Anonymous! Over here!"

                                            >You freeze up.

                                            "R-Rarity?"

                                            >Your friend winks at you.

                                            >Anonymous' head turns towards you, and he smiles.

                                            >In a few steps, he's looming above you both.

                                            >"Hiya, Rarity. Who's your friend?"

                                            >Your blush intensifies as you gaze up at the human.

                                            >His smile has ignited a fire within you.

                                            >You have no idea why, since you just met him.

                                            >But it reminds you of an old memory...

                                            >"Anonymous, this is Octavia! She's a musician from Canterlot, would you believe!"

                                            >He whistles and sits down next to Rarity, across from you.

                                            >The seats are far too small for him.

                                            >"Musician, eh? Sounds interesting; what instrument?"

                                            >You blink rapidly and back up a bit, trying to remember what he just said.

                                            "I-- uhh, yes, Octavia!"

                                            >...What?

                                            >Oh why you...

                                            >Anonymous shares a look with Rarity and they both snort, then laugh.

                                            >"You play yourself? Sounds... Kinky."

                                            >Rarity gasps and slaps his arm with a hoof.

                                            >"Anonymous! That is -very- inappropriate!"

                                            >You, on the other hoof, are burning up inside.

                                            >Images of you touching yourself whilst he watches flash through your mind.

                                            >What in Tartarus is wrong with you?

                                            >Your hind legs squeeze together.

                                            >To your absolute horror, you feel a sort of dampness between them.

                                            >Your face goes an even deeper shade of red at this.

                                            >He's not even a pony. And you don't even know him!

                                            >Is this what crazy ponies think like?

                                            >Or are you just that lonely?

                                            >Rarity and Anonymous start chatting while you are lost in your own thoughts.

                                            >You hadn't had a coltfriend in a while.

                                            >Much less been rutted.

                                            >Suppress a sigh.

                                            >Is this what it has come to, Octavia? Fantasising about rutting someone you've only just met?

                                            >It's odd, in a way.

                                            >All your life you had been pandered to.

                                            >Your every wish was granted, your every whim seen to.

                                            >Not getting something you wanted was a relatively alien concept.

                                            >You turn your head and look at the reflection in the window next to you.

                                            >A very red and worried looking mare stares back.

                                            >Is that you?

                                            >Gods, you look terrible.

                                            >But otherwise quite pretty.

                                            >You're a pretty mare, aren't you?

                                            >Once got to the #49 spot on a 'Top 50 hottest Canterlot mares' in some garbage magazine a few years ago.

                                            >Are you still that mare?

                                            >Look back at Anonymous and start sizing him up.

                                            >Even though you had already done so many times.

                                            >He made that comment about you playing with yourself.

                                            >Maybe Rarity was wrong? Perhaps he -is- into ponies.

                                            >The human in question looks directly at you, and his eyes lock onto yours.

                                            >For a second or two neither of you move.

                                            >Then his smile widens and you seem to become aware of sound again.

                                            >"So, Octavia. How long are you staying on Ponyville?"

                                            "Wh-- Oh! Ahh, not long. Well, maybe a while. Depends on how long I need."

                                            >He nods, an understanding look on his face.

                                            >"Personal troubles?"

                                            "You could call it that, yes."

                                            >His eyes are studying you carefully.

                                            >You feel somewhat happy as the centre of his attention.

                                            >"Well I hope you sort out what's wrong."

                                            >He grins.

                                            >"If you want, you can even talk to me. I'm terrible at giving advice but I can always make a few bad jokes and lighten the mood."

                                            >Rarity groans.

                                            >"Do -not- ask him to tell you a joke..."

                                            >She sighs and plants a hoof against her face whilst Anonymous chortles.

                                            >You find yourself smiling.

                                            "I'll keep that in mind."


                                            >"So. What do you think of Ponyville?

                                            >You're back in Rarity's house, upstairs in the guest room.

                                            >Carefully set your belongings into their drawers.

                                            >Smile back at your friend.

                                            "It's absolutely wonderful, Rarity."

                                            >The mare grins.

                                            >"Excellent! I'm so glad you like it."

                                            >She saunters over to you.

                                            >"And also Anonymous~"

                                            >Push her away gently, laughing.

                                            "Stop! I'm probably not even going to do anything with him."

                                            >She scoffs.

                                            >"'Do anything with him'. He's not an object, Octavia! He's a man!"

                                            >...

                                            >"A tall, muscular, gentle man~"

                                            "Stop it."

                                            >"His hands are careful, but firm~"

                                            "Rarity."

                                            >"And you should see him with his shirt off~"

                                            >Let out an exasperated groan.

                                            "Rarity, you are the worst, you know that?"

                                            >She gives a playful laugh.

                                            >"Oh come on, there's nothing wrong with a bit of girlish fun. Anyway, I'm going to make us soup tonight, is that alright?"

                                            >Nod and smile sweetly at her.

                                            "Sounds great. Just one request, please."

                                            >Rarity stops by the door and cocks her head to the side, ready to listen.

                                            >"Hm?"

                                            "No more Anonymous talk."

                                            >Her attentive face is cracked and she walks out, laughing heartily.

                                            >"You shall never stop me!"

                                            >Shake your head and smile, returning to unpacking your bags.

                                            >Anonymous...

                                            >The next morning you wake up in an extremely soft bed with the warm sun hitting your face.

                                            >You lie still for a second.

                                            "Wow."

                                            >You haven't slept that well for... Well, forever.

                                            >Rather then get up, you allow yourself to bask in the glorious morning.

                                            >After living in Canterlot for so long, you thought mornings like this were the stuff of fiction.

                                            >Perhaps you'll move in here.

                                            >Though Rarity would probably not appreciate you taking up her guest room permanently.

                                            >Stretching, you yawn and get out of bed.

                                            >Walking into the bathroom down the hall, you look at yourself in the mirror.

                                            >And you look...

                                            >...Pretty good!

                                            >You smile and pluck your toothbrush from the stand, squirt some paste on it and start brushing.

                                            >Finished, you trot downstairs and find Rarity already swanning around her kitchen, humming to herself.

                                            >Hearing you enter, she spins around and gives a warm smile.

                                            >"Good morning, Octavia!"

                                            "Good morning~."

                                            >"Everything alright?"

                                            "Yes, actually! I feel better than I was yesterday."

                                            >Rarity trots over to a table in the corner and sets down two plates.

                                            >"Marvellous to hear. Now, I have a lot of order to complete today so I'm afraid I won't be able to spend much time with you. That's not a problem, is it? If it is I'll put them off--"

                                            >Hold up a hoof with a smile.

                                            "Rarity, no need to stop your work because of me. I'll be fine, honest!"

                                            >The mare nods and motions to the plates.

                                            >Your eyes widen slightly.

                                            "Pancakes?"

                                            >"I thought you deserved a treat. They're alright, aren't they?"

                                            >Sit down and lick your lips.

                                            "They're perfect, Rarity."


                                            >With a full stomach and a happy heart you walk out of Rarity's shop.

                                            >From what you saw yesterday during your little 'tour', the park was a peaceful place.

                                            >A few hours spent there will help clear your mind and let you think on things.

                                            >Your walk through Ponyville is uneventful, but the sights and sounds are magical nonetheless.

                                            >Ponies wave at each other and talk with strangers on the street.

                                            >You just don't see that in Canterlot. Ever.

                                            >Ponyville is becoming better by the minute.

                                            >Once you reach the park, you settle yourself down on a bench and get comfortable.

                                            >The sun is lovely.

                                            >Back in Canterlot the buildings obscure most of the sunlight so most of the time is spent in the shade.

                                            >But it's nice to feel the sun in all it's--

                                            >"Anon! Catch it catch it catch it!"

                                            >Your eyes open and you look around for the source of the voice.

                                            >You see a rainbow-maned pony hovering over a nearby hill.

                                            >She laughs at something, then ducks as a red ball soars over her head.

                                            >"Yeah nice throw, monkey man!"

                                            >At that, a huge shape bounds up the hill and tackles her to the ground before she can fly away.

                                            >The pony must be...

                                            >Oh who was it, Rainbow Dash?

                                            >She helped ruin the Gala once.

                                            >You weren't too annoyed about that; you still got paid.

                                            >Watch as the shape, which you now see is Anonymous, collide with her and wrestle her to the ground.

                                            >Rainbow Dash's voice rings out, cracking in places as Anonymous tickles her belly.

                                            >The pegasus' legs wave about, and her wings flutter madly as though trying to escape.

                                            >Your eyes are fixed on Anonymous' hands.

                                            >Each digit moves independently, caressing Rainbow's coat over and over.

                                            >The longer you stare, the more you imagine yourself in Rainbow Dash's position.

                                            >Feeling those hands all over your body.

                                            >Probing and feeling your more sensitive areas...

                                            >Gods, you truly are a lonely mare, aren't you?

                                            >Sigh and try to look at something else.

                                            >Try as you might, you can't help but glance back at the pair.

                                            >Rainbow is sat on Anonymous' chest, talking about something you can't hear to him.

                                            >He stares up at her with his hands behind his head, grinning from ear to ear.

                                            >Wonder what he tastes like--

                                            >Shake your head and get off the bench, walking away from the scene as fast as you can without running.

                                            >You've come to Ponyville to clear your mind and get a sense of direction, not fantasise about having sex.

                                            >Groan in frustration as you trot towards the library to see if it has any good books.

                                            >The rest of your day doesn't go as well as you'd imagined it would be.

                                            >What was supposed to be a relaxing day of meditation away from Canterlot was instead spent checking yourself out in every shop window to see if you looked nice enough.

                                            >Anonymous clouded your mind.

                                            >Why him though?

                                            >Looking around, you see a great deal of attractive stallions whom you could probably woo.

                                            >But they all seem to pale in comparison to Anonymous.

                                            >Is this what Rarity was talking about? Is this what has been troubling mares in Ponyville?

                                            >The way he spoke to you though...

                                            >When he started speaking, you felt the same way as you had felt when you first struck a note on your cello when you were a filly.

                                            >A deep sense of desire has rooted itself in your mind.

                                            >As you stare at yourself in a puddle while you sit on a bench in town, your mind wanders.

                                            >All your life you had been given whatever you wanted.

                                            >Failure wasn't something you had experienced yet.

                                            >So why would this be any different? It's just a relationship.

                                            >Present yourself to him, ask him on a date, he'll say yes, you both go back to his house and rut each other until the early hours of the morning.

                                            >Seems simple enough.

                                            >Smile to yourself.

                                            >Yes, this is what will get your mind off the worries of Canterlot life.

                                            >Hopping off the bench, you begin marching towards Rarity's shop with a new goal in mind.

                                            >You're going to get Anonymous to go on a date with you.

                                            >"Eeeeeeee!!"

                                            >Wince as Rarity squeals happily.

                                            >"Oh my, I am sorry, Octavia; I haven't helped anyone do something like this in so long! It'll be so much fun!"

                                            >Rarity rushes out of the room and returns in a fraction of a moment with a notepad and pencil.

                                            >"So; Anonymous isn't an easy catch, you know this, yes?"

                                            "I gathered."

                                            >"Mm. He won't be swayed easily. But I think a pony such as yourself will be more than enough to bring him over to our side."

                                            "'Our' side?"

                                            >"Ponykind, dear."

                                            "Oh."

                                            >"Now, where were you planning to ask him?"

                                            "Ah, I was just going to visit his house and ask him face to face tomorrow morning."

                                            >Rarity splutters.

                                            >"Wha-bu-- You can't just do that!"

                                            >Cock your head, frowning.

                                            "Why not?"

                                            >"Well it's not... Proper! We need you both to end up in a compromising situation that will result in the pair of you gazing into each others eyes, then you'll both lean in, slowly, of course; then you'll kiss and it'll be wonderful!"

                                            >Blink.

                                            "You've ahh, given this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

                                            >Rarity composes herself and clears her throat.

                                            >"W-well, no, yes, it's not important. You cannot simply walk up to him and ask for his hand in partnership. That will not do at all."

                                            "I suppose... Are there any human mating rituals I should know about?"

                                            >Rarity sighs.

                                            >"I'm afraid not, Octavia. Anon has been awfully secretive of his home. Not even Twilight knows all that much about it. So we don't have anything to go off."

                                            "Then what good will an elaborate plan do? It might just end up offending him."

                                            >Rarity snickers.

                                            >"Darling, please. Anon doesn't get "offended". Really, you should hear the things Rainbow Dash says to his face. Very unladylike, but he simply doesn't care. He's got a skin as thick as bark."

                                            "Could we just try my way? And if it doesn't work we could always do your idea."

                                            >Rarity muses to herself.

                                            >"Of course we could, but first impressions are everything, no?"

                                            >She taps her chin with a hoof.

                                            >"Then again, perhaps the most straightforward method might be best."

                                            >Rarity nods.

                                            >"Very well, we shall try it your way!"

                                            >Her smile returns.

                                            >"Shall we be off then?"

                                            "Wh-what, now?"

                                            >"Of course! It's only five o' clock. He'll be at home by now. Come on!"

                                            >Rarity drags you out the door while you try to think of reasons to put off asking him.

                                            >You need time to prepare!

                                            >Your friend bombards you with rapid-fire questions as she drags you to Anon's house.

                                            >Most of them you are able to answer, but the rest are just weird.

                                            >"What will you do if he turns out to be aggressive in bed?"

                                            "What?!"

                                            >"A dominator, darling! You need to start working out and toning those muscles of yours if you are to survive such an event!"

                                            >You look back at your lean buttocks.

                                            >Not much there... But it still looks okay, right?

                                            >That old magazine said that your best feature was your face.

                                            >"And remember to smile!"

                                            "Pardon?"

                                            >"Okay, here we go!"

                                            >Before you can let out another bewildered remark, you realise that you're both stood in front of Anon's house.

                                            >Rarity knocks on the door and runs around the corner of the house out of sight.

                                            >Gulp and look back at the door.

                                            >It's been a few seconds now.

                                            >Maybe he's not home?

                                            >No. Focus, Octavia. Failure doesn't exist in your life.

                                            >Ask him, date him, rut him. Simple.

                                            >Straighten up and put on your best smile.

                                            >The door opens and Anonymous walks out into the late afternoon sun.

                                            >"Oh, hey. Octavia, wasn't it?"

                                            "Yes! Yes, hello, Anonymous."

                                            >Clear your throat.

                                            "I wanted to propose something to you."

                                            >Anon raises an eyebrow and leans against the doorframe.

                                            >"Go on?"

                                            >Confidence, Octavia.

                                            "Would you like to go on a date with me? Perhaps to a local restaurant, or the park?"

                                            >Maintain your smile as he takes in what you just said.

                                            >"Uhh, no thanks."

                                            >...

                                            >What.

                                            >"Ponies aren't really my thing; sorry to disappoint. We're still good though, right?"

                                            "I... Yes?"

                                            >"Good! Well, I have food cooking so I gotta get back to it. See you around, Octavia."

                                            >He shuts the door.

                                            >Stare at it for a few seconds, unable to move.

                                            >Did you just get... Rejected?

                                            >Rarity trots from around the side of the house, a frown etched on her face.

                                            >"Pity... It's alright,  Octavia; you aren't the first he's shut down."

                                            >Rarity breathes out through her nose and looks towards the door, a distant look in her eye.

                                            >She turns back to you, smiling once more.

                                            >"But it was a valiant effort nonetheless. Come on, let us go and get something to cheer you up; do you like ice-cream?"

                                            >You allow yourself to be led away by Rarity.

                                            >But your mind is in another place.

                                            >You got rejected.

                                            >-You-.

                                            >This doesn't happen.

                                            >You don't -get- rejected.

                                            >Was it your mane? Your flanks? Are you too skinny? Is your smile crooked?

                                            >Why would he reject you? Any other stallion would fall over themselves to get a piece of you.

                                            >A mixture of anger and sorrow wells up inside you.

                                            >Anonymous should be proud to have been approached by you! You're Octavia Melody!

                                            >You've written some of the greatest music Equestria has ever heard; you've met the princesses on multiple occasions; you're rich!

                                            >Why in the 18 plains of Tartarus would he reject -you-?!

                                            >These thoughts have consumed you by the time you reach Sugarcube Corner.

                                            >Rarity pays for the "post-rejection ice-cream" and you both sit at the same table as you did before.

                                            >She talks about her own attempts to snag Anonymous, and how they all failed.

                                            >Rarity too?

                                            >That just makes no sense. Rarity is far and above one of the most attractive mares in Equestria.

                                            >Anonymous must not see the side of her that you see.

                                            >As you dig your spoon into your sundae, you stare at the strawberry sauce laced all over it.

                                            >Even as Rarity eats her own treat, you simply scrutinise it.

                                            >The gears in your head begin turning.

                                            >This isn't over.

                                            >Not by a long shot.

                                            >Anonymous shall be brought around; if not for you then for Rarity.


                                            >You are Octavia Melody.

                                            >And rejection is -not- your forte.


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                                            Part 2

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                                            "Rarity?"

                                            >Rarity hurries around the kitchen, anxiously checking the clock every few seconds as she hastily throws together breakfast.

                                            >Jump as a bowl is slammed down on the table before you.

                                            >A piece of toast floats in a bowl of milk.

                                            >Give your friend a concerned look.

                                            "Rari--"

                                            >"I KNOW!"

                                            >Cringe at her raised voice.

                                            >"I-I'm sorry for shouting, Octavia, but I don't have time to do anything today! I have to get started on my dresses immediately!"

                                            >She practically inhales a piece of toast and a half glass of wine before running past you towards her drawing room.

                                            "But I wanted to ask--"

                                            >The door slams shut.

                                            >Sounds of Rarity running about and uttering infrequent "Wahaha!"'s  occupies the silence.

                                            >You sigh and look back at your toast, now splitting in half and sinking to the bottom of the milk.

                                            >Taking it over to the sink, you clean it out and help yourself to some cereal.

                                            >Sitting back down at the table, you thoughtfully chew on the sugary treats.

                                            >The thought crosses your mind of just how much sugar you've already eaten since you arrived here in Ponyville.

                                            >It would explain Rarity's somewhat "full" appearance.

                                            >She's not chubby by any means, just has all the right proportions in all the right places.

                                            >Makes you wonder how anyone could reject her.

                                            >...Like how Anonymous did.

                                            >You pause mid-chew.

                                            >Your mind is still tackling what happened yesterday.

                                            >For the first time in your life you were denied something you wanted.

                                            >It came as no surprise that you were thrown through a loop by it.

                                            >You had be hoping to ask Rarity if she wanted to help you get a date with him, but if the faint thuds and unladylike curses upstairs are any indication she's quite busy at the moment.

                                            >Rather than stay here and risk interrupting her (or making her even more stressed) you write her a small note and leave it on the table.

                                            >' Gone to get what you and I both deserve  - Octavia. '

                                            >With that, you head out the door and into the sun.

                                            >Sipping your drink, you carefully watch Anonymous.

                                            >You had spent a large portion of your night trying to figure out how you would go about getting him to date you.

                                            >Seems simple enough.

                                            >Merely requires you to do a bit of field research on the target.

                                            >The human sits at a table outside a coffee shop, reading a book with a furrowed brow.

                                            >You on the other hoof are at the other side of the street wearing a giant hat and hiding behind a newspaper.

                                            >The hat isn't for a disguise, it's to hide you from the sun.

                                            >The -newspaper- is the disguise.

                                            >He scratches his nose and turns a page.

                                            >It's hard to see what book it is from here. You might need to get closer.

                                            >Checking around for any other spots you can sit, you note one very close to him.

                                            >Biting your bottom lip you debate moving to it.

                                            >What if he notices you?

                                            >Your cover would be blown and--

                                            >"Hey, Octavia."

                                            >Freeze up.

                                            >Anonymous is stood over you, the sun behind his back and casting a shadow over you.

                                            >Smile sheepishly up at him.

                                            >He sits down across from you and glances up at your hat.

                                            >"Nice headgear. One of Rarity's?"

                                            "Oh, no, I just bought it."

                                            >"Just like that?"

                                            "Well... yes?"

                                            >"Huh. Just looks expensive is all."

                                            "Oh, not really; about fifty bits."

                                            >Anonymous' eyes go wide and he stares in shock at you.

                                            >"Jesus, woman. All that for a hat?"

                                            >Cock your head, confused.

                                            "What? It isn't -that- expensive."

                                            >"It's a weeks wage to me. So... guessing you make a lot of money being a musician?"

                                            >Your heart flutters.

                                            >He's actually having a conversation with you about something in your comfort zone!

                                            >Don't screw this up, Octavia.

                                            >You've got this in the bag.

                                            "O-oh, yes, I play music sometimes."

                                            >...Damn it.

                                            >Anon smirks.

                                            >"Still having trouble processing how wildly attractive I am?"

                                            >He checks his hair and gives an exaggerated laugh.

                                            >Roll your eyes and give him a small smile.

                                            >Take a deep breath, then exhale; trying to clear your mind.

                                            "Yes, I make a lot of money from my music."

                                            >He gets more comfortable in his seat and leans forward.

                                            >"Go on?"

                                            "Well; I play at venues for some very important ponies, I play at events such as the Grand Galloping Gala and on multiple occasions I've met royalty!"

                                            >That last point will surely impress him!

                                            >"Yeah, I've met the royals a few times. Celestia's a bit crass behind closed doors."

                                            "I... r-really?"

                                            >Anon has met the royals?

                                            >"Sure. She can drink like, three times her weight in liquor; then she tends to get a bit horny. I usually leave at that point."

                                            >Your rear legs tighten at the word "horny".

                                            "Oh? Well ahh, no need to explain. I mean, if you wish you can do, but you don't have to--"

                                            >Dammit Octavia stop talking!

                                            "B-but I would be more than... Umm... Drat."

                                            >Anonymous grins at you.

                                            >"You're kind of adorable when you trip over your words, you know?"

                                            >He checks his watch and stands up.

                                            >"Anyway, I know it's only been a minute or two but I gotta get going. I have a thing with a person at a place. See you around, Octavia."

                                            >The human saunters off, arms swinging by his sides without a care in the world.

                                            >Hastily pick up the newspaper and open it, hiding your blush-ridden face behind it.

                                            >Looking down between your legs, your seat is wet again.

                                            >This cannot be happening.

                                            >Not now! Not here!

                                            >Glance over your shoulder.

                                            >All the other patrons seem to be occupied, talking amongst themselves.

                                            >Pulling your hat further down towards your eyes, you stand up and get away from the restaurant as fast as you can.

                                            >As you walk away, a stallion in a suit sits down where you were.

                                            >"Hey, why's this seat sticky?!"


                                            >Your chat with Anon was certainly unexpected, but you still had a few more precious moments with him.

                                            >Now to see what his thing was.

                                            >Proceeding down the path you saw him take, you try to remain inconspicuous.

                                            >That meant ditching the hat you bought, despite its ample protection from the sun.

                                            >Anon seems to be heading towards a lake.

                                            >A distant orange shape is waiting for him.

                                            >You notice a small bush next to a tree overlooking the lake from a hill.

                                            >It's the perfect vantage point.

                                            >Rushing into it, you peer out at the pair.

                                            >Anon and a pony wearing a hat laugh about things you can't hear.

                                            >Without warning, the orange pony leaps into the shallows, playfully splashing around and covering Anon with water.

                                            >Rather than getting annoyed, Anonymous instead reaches around himself and begins to remove his clothing.

                                            >Your breath catches in your throat and the inner fire you had thought gone is rekindled more ferocious than ever before.

                                            >You can hardly believe what you're seeing.

                                            >Anon strips down until he is wearing a small undergarment covering his lower half

                                            >Clothing was confusing enough with ponies, but this just baffles you.

                                            >But it doesn't even matter.

                                            >Standing tall and proud with his hands on his hips, Anon shouts at the orange pony, who is swimming backwards away from the shoreline and laughing.

                                            >He leaps into the water, covering more distance than the pony in a fraction of the time.

                                            >You are entranced.

                                            >Between your legs, an itch has started that refuses to leave.

                                            >Send a hoof down there to tend to it.

                                            >Alone in your bush, you watch the oblivious human hungrily; taking in his muscles, his movements and his attitude towards his companion.

                                            >Meanwhile, your hoof is working away at yourself with an insatiable fervour.

                                            >Anon and the pony swim around and splash each other.

                                            >A few times he even picks her up and throws her to the deeper parts of the lake.

                                            >Laughter and splashing fills the air.

                                            >If one were to stand close enough to your bush, they could hear you - openly moaning and grinding your hoof against your soaking wet honeypot with a passion you thought you only had for your music.

                                            >As Anon lifts his friend high up with his arms, ready to throw her again, you climax.

                                            >Shoving a hoof in your mouth you left out a muffled cry and spray juices all over the leaves behind you.

                                            >He throws her, and continues to play around; still completely unaware of the depravity going on just up the hill from him.

                                            >You pant and sigh happily as his glistening muscles glow in the mid-day sun.

                                            >As much as you would like to do this all day, watching him and rubbing yourself, he and his friend eventually decide that they should be going.

                                            >You frown.

                                            >It hasn't been that long, surely?

                                            >Disappointed, you watch as Anon dries off using a towel provided by his friend.

                                            >As he gets dressed again, you wonder why he would want to wear clothes on a day as hot as this.

                                            >Watch in anticipation as he waves his good byes and the two go their separate ways.

                                            >You wait behind until the coast is clear before exiting your bush.

                                            >Now what?

                                            >Anon went back to town, and his friend towards Sweet Apple Acres.

                                            >Wait, was that Applejack?

                                            >Oh, that makes a bit more sense.

                                            >Didn't she ruin the gala as well?

                                            >You think on this as you trek back to town, the sun bearing down on you relentlessly.

                                            >Even with the sporadic trees dotted around the landscape, there isn't enough shade for you.

                                            >The sun really doesn't do good things to you.

                                            >Pick up the pace of your trotting as you draw nearer to the edge of town.

                                            >With luck you can find a nice cafe to have a drink in before heading back out.

                                            >Turn a corner around a building and walk into a pony.

                                            >Blurt out your apologies and help--

                                            "Rarity!"

                                            >"Oh! Octavia! I was looking everywhere for you. You left me the most ominous note on the table and I got worried!"

                                            >Giggle at her fussing.

                                            "It's fine, Rarity, I assure you. How are the dresses coming along?"

                                            >"I just finished them, actually!"

                                            "So soon?"

                                            >Rarity raises an eyebrow.

                                            >"Darling, it's three in the afternoon."

                                            >Stare at her.

                                            >Three.

                                            >How.

                                            >How?!

                                            >"Everything alright? You've gone a bit pale."

                                            >She frowns.

                                            >"It's the sun again, isn't it? Not to worry, I saw the most marvellous giant hats around here somewhere..."


                                            >Sit indoors and watch the world go by.

                                            >"So, have you seen Anonymous today?"

                                            >Snap out of your day dreams and turn to her.

                                            "Oh, yes, actually; he and I had a lovely, if not a bit short, conversation."

                                            >Rarity beams at you.

                                            >"Wonderful! Oh, you know, I was thinking about this as I was doing my client's order, we should both work together to get him!"

                                            >A wry smile works its way onto your face.

                                            "Really now? I must admit, I've had the same thought."

                                            >Rarity clops her hooves together excitedly.

                                            >"Ooh this is going to be -fun-!"

                                            >She clears her throat and smooths her mane.

                                            >"Though we must still act with a degree of dignity about this, yes?"

                                            >You briefly recall your moment of fiery passion in a bush a while ago.

                                            >Sip your drink and try not to seem too flustered.

                                            "Yes yes, of course."

                                            >Suck in some breath and exhale, clearing your head.

                                            "So. Where do we start?"


                                            >Rarity giggles.

                                            "You're absolutely sure this will work?"

                                            >"Well if it doesn't, it's not the end of the world, is it?"

                                            >Your friend wraps a hoof around your shoulders and pulls you closer into a hug.

                                            >"It'll be fine, trust me."

                                            >You both stroll up to Anonymous, who is stood at a market stall surveying the goods.

                                            >"Four bits for a carrot? Come on, man, don't be like that."

                                            >He doesn't sound too thrilled.

                                            >"Gotta make a living somehow, pal."

                                            >Neither does the stall pony.

                                            >You walk right up to the stallion.

                                            >He turns to you, and his eyes light up.

                                            >They dart all over your body, lingering on your flanks for a while before returning to your face.

                                            >"I-- Uhh, y-yes, miss? How can I help a lovely mare like yourself?"

                                            >He tries to smile.

                                            >Give him a confident smirk.

                                            "A pony over there needed to talk to you."

                                            >Gesture towards the alley at the other side of the marketplace.

                                            >He looks from it, to you, then back to the alley.

                                            >A wary look develops on his face.

                                            >"You sure about that, darlin'?"

                                            >Bat your eyelids and bite your bottom lip.

                                            "Come now, why would I lie?"

                                            >He goes a deep shade of red and wipes his forehead.

                                            >"Y-yes, I mean no, no of course not. What did he look like?"

                                            >You give him a haphazard description and the stallion walks off, leaving the stall unattended.

                                            >Rarity jumps into action.

                                            >"Anonymous! How -are- you?"

                                            >Anon, shocked at the pair of you now suddenly converging on him takes a step back.

                                            >"Uhh, hey, girls, just buying some stuff."

                                            >He glances at the store pony, who disappears into a crowd.

                                            >"Kinda needed that guy though."

                                            >Rarity chuckles.

                                            >"You don't need him, Anon~"

                                            >Pluck a large carrot from the stand and sniff at it.

                                            "Oh my, Rarity look at this carrot!"

                                            >Your friend looks at it in mock surprise.

                                            >"-Well-! Just look at this handsome... uhh, carrot!"

                                            >Anonymous looks bewildered.

                                            >Take a long sniff of it.

                                            "So fragrant..."

                                            >Rarity licks the entire thing from the bottom to the rounded tip, leaving it glistening in the sun.

                                            >"Unf~ So flavoursome! Anonymous, darling, care to sample this carrot?"

                                            >The pair of you molest and lick the carrot together.

                                            >Anon seems to be paralysed with confusion.

                                            >"I-I don't... What. What?"

                                            >Rarity starts looking nervous.

                                            >"Anon! Do you want this carrot?"

                                            >She suckles on the tip.

                                            >"This long... hard... juicy, carrot?"

                                            >You plant a kiss on the tip of it and look Anon straight in the eyes.

                                            "I'd say it's worth it~"

                                            >Anon looks over his shoulder, then back at the pair of you.

                                            >The carrot is soaking wet and being held between two pairs of front hooves.

                                            >"Yeah, no. You can keep it. I'll just uhh, be going."

                                            >He turns and walks away at a brisk pace.

                                            >Rarity frowns.

                                            >"Drat. I was sure that would work."

                                            "I had my reservations before, but..."

                                            >"It always works on other stallions!"

                                            "How can you be sure?"

                                            >Rarity nods at something behind you.

                                            >Looking in that direction, you see the store pony stood gawping at you, trying to hide something between his legs.

                                            >Sigh and set the carrot back on the stand.

                                            "Let's just be going then. Any other ideas?"

                                            >"Well, I read this one in a story..."


                                            >Sit at Rarity's kitchen table, groaning.

                                            >Your friend, never to be outdone by her body's limitations, chugs chocolate ice-cream like a machine.

                                            >Watch her with a pained expression.

                                            >Another tub of ice-cream is emptied and carelessly tossed aside onto a pile.

                                            >She stares into space and speaks in a dreary tone.

                                            >"Seven attempts."

                                            >Grunt and reach forwards, dragging a tub towards you and digging in with a spoon, even though you don't want to.

                                            >"Seven attempts to get that damnable ape."

                                            "Ape...?"

                                            >"Humans are highly... evolved monkeys."

                                            "Monkeys and apes aren't the same..."

                                            >Rarity blinks.

                                            >Then starts sobbing.

                                            >Drag yourself off the chair and to Rarity's side.

                                            >Wrap your hooves around her and hug.

                                            >Your inability to move properly means you collapse to the floor, dragging her with you.

                                            >Rarity blubbers on about how terrible at life she is while you nod and shovel strawberry ice-cream into your mouth.

                                            >After a few more minutes (40) you and your friend are laid on your backs, staring at the kitchen ceiling.

                                            >You get nudged in your side.

                                            >"Hey."

                                            "Nnrrf..."

                                            >"You realise that we -have- to continue, right?"

                                            >Turn your head and look at your friend.

                                            >She's wearing a mask of determination.

                                            >"We haven't come this far to be shut down by Anonymous. We -will- get him."

                                            >Nod slowly.

                                            "I don't think I like him any more; romantically, that is."

                                            >"Of course not! But we have to do this as a matter of principle. I don't know about you but I never leave a dress unfinished."

                                            "Nor a symphony half played."

                                            >"Precisely! We have to be stronger than..."

                                            >She looks around at the tear/ice-cream stained floor.

                                            >"...Than this!"

                                            >You start getting more motivated just listening her.

                                            >"We have to be bold!"

                                            >Yeah.

                                            >"We have to be better!"

                                            >Yeah!

                                            >"We have to see this through to the end, and I swear on my little sister's virginity we shall!"

                                            "Yeah!... What?"

                                            >Rarity, ignoring you, sits up.

                                            >"We -shall- rut that human! Not due to any sort of romantic interest or lust, but because we have to!"

                                            >Tears start forming in your eyes at the majesty of Rarity's speech.

                                            >"If not for us, then for every mare in Ponyville who has been shut down by him!"

                                            >You would clap, but you can't find the strength to move.

                                            >"We shall stride forth and claim that which is ours! We shall know victory and get laid in the process!"

                                            >Rarity stands up.

                                            >Takes a step.

                                            >Then collapses.

                                            >...

                                            >After a second of silence you hear a low whine.

                                            >"Ooooctyyyy..."

                                            >Groaning, you roll yourself over to her and pull her into another floor-cuddle.

                                            >The pair of you stay there for about an hour, with you stroking Rarity's mane with a spare hoof and using the other to slowly consume the last tub of ice-cream.

                                            "So this is my life."

                                            >"Mrrf."


                                            >Wake up the next day feeling utterly dreadful.

                                            >Your body complaining, you force yourself out of bed and towards the bathroom where you promptly hurl the contents of last night's binge-eating into the toilet.

                                            >Spend a minute to reflect on how you got here.

                                            >Satisfied with the notion that this trip might not have been worth it, you brush your teeth and try to make yourself seem presentable.

                                            >Opening your bedroom door, you see Rarity's open at the same time.

                                            >The two of you blink and size each other up.

                                            >She looks just as terrible as you.

                                            >Eventually she manages a weak smile.

                                            >"The morning after is always the worst part..."

                                            >She takes the lead and trots downstairs, legs wobbling slightly.

                                            >As you sit at the table, Rarity pours you both coffee.

                                            >Both of you drink in silence, enjoying the peaceful morning and fragrance of coffee.

                                            >You are the first to break the tranquillity.

                                            "So..."

                                            >Rarity sips her coffee and sighs.

                                            >"So."

                                            >Rub your face with a hoof, trying to force yourself to wake up.

                                            "Let's not do that again while we're trying to focus on getting Anon."

                                            >Rarity turns her head towards the rubbish bin, which is stuffed to overflowing with empty and dripping ice-cream tubs.

                                            >"...Agreed."

                                            >She yawns.

                                            >"Though I must say, it was fun to do it with a friend for once."

                                            >The mare reaches forwards and affectionately touches your leg.

                                            >Smile wearily at her.

                                            "Any time, Rarity. Just ahh, not any time soon."

                                            >This makes your friend giggle softly.

                                            >"We should try something a bit more sinister."

                                            "Oh?"

                                            >"Yes, I was thinking that we should recruit my friend Twilight."

                                            >Cock your head.

                                            "Won't bringing more ponies into this only complicate the situation?"

                                            >Rarity taps her chin and thinks for a second.

                                            >"Oh dear, I hadn't thought of that..."

                                            "Well what did you have in mind?"

                                            >"Ah, you see, a while ago Twilight came up with the most ingenious spell, called... oh what was it..."

                                            >Another second of musing and she smiles.

                                            >"Oh yes, the "Want it need it" spell."

                                            >Make an intrigued noise over your coffee and motion for her to continue.

                                            >"Quite an amazing thing to see. The enchanted object would become the sole desire of all those that saw it."

                                            "'All'?"

                                            >"...Well half the town ended up going ballistic over a small stuffed doll and Princess Celestia had to come and sort it out."

                                            >Raise an eyebrow at Rarity.

                                            "And your plan was to use this on... What, exactly?"

                                            >She blushes.

                                            >"W-well, that was the tricky part but I thought that maybe it's something that can only be seen by, ahh, Anon."

                                            >Rarity wets her lips nervously and leans in to whisper in your ear.

                                            >...

                                            "RARITY!"

                                            >"It was just a suggestion!"

                                            >Your cheeks become a deep red and you start spluttering.

                                            "B-but your horn would have to... Oh please say you won't do it!"

                                            >"L-like I said! We don't have to!"

                                            >You shudder at thought of Rarity's horn poking you there.

                                            >Absolutely revolting.

                                            >...

                                            >Yet the mental image won't leave.

                                            >You both sit in an awkward silence for a while.

                                            "S-so you won't do it, right?"

                                            >"No no, uh, of course n-not."

                                            >...

                                            "...Good. It would be, um--"

                                            >"Awkward."

                                            "Yes. Exactly. Awkward."

                                            >The two of you catch each others eyes for a moment then immediately look away.

                                            "Any... Other ideas?"

                                            >"We could always--"

                                            >She clears her throat.

                                            >"Could always just take him out for dinner and woo him there?"

                                            >Nod slowly.

                                            "Sounds reasonable. The both of us together?"

                                            >"Of course, I wouldn't want to send you in there alone... and also I would want you with me. For support, and such."

                                            >Reach over the table and pat Rarity's hoof.

                                            "Aww, I'll always be there for you, Rarity."

                                            >A few seconds pass.

                                            >You haven't removed your hoof from Rarity's.

                                            >...

                                            "I have to go to the bathroom."

                                            >"Me too."

                                            >You both jump up and go to separate bathrooms.

                                            >Stare at yourself in the mirror for a few minutes.

                                            >Breakfast shouldn't be so intense.

                                            >At least you have something to look forward to.

                                            >Dinner with Anonymous should hopefully bring him around.

                                            >Though you might have to get something nice to wear.

                                            >With luck, all will go well.

                                            >If it doesn't...

                                            >At least you'll have Rarity to support you.

                                            >And you her.

                                            >...Why is it so hot in here?


                                            >Emerging from the boutique, you both set off towards Anon's house.

                                            >The two of you chat away and get lost in your conversation.

                                            >"So I said "Oatmeal? Darling are you out of your mind--" Oh, we're here!"

                                            >Anon's door stands before you.

                                            >Rather than just wait for the courage to crop up, you march forward and bang your hoof on the door.

                                            >A minute later it opens and Anon peers out.

                                            >"...You two again. ...Not got any custard this time, have you?"

                                            >You and Rarity scoff at this.

                                            "No!"

                                            >"Don't be ridiculous, darling. It was mustard."

                                            >Anon warily opens his door wider.

                                            >"Then what? Yesterday was weird, guys. I don't wanna do that again."

                                            "Duly noted. We have a proposal."

                                            >"Already? But we've only just met!"

                                            "Yes, but it's--..."

                                            >Glare at him.

                                            >Anon grins back.

                                            >Sigh with frustration, just wanting to get this over with.

                                            "Dinner with us. Yay or neigh?"

                                            >He smirks when you say "neigh".

                                            >"Depends where it is. I don't do fancy restaurants."

                                            >Rarity rolls her eyes and nudges you.

                                            >"He doesn't do fancy restaurants..."

                                            >You both snicker.

                                            >Anon folds his arms.

                                            >"Not looking good for you both if you keep this up, you know."

                                            >Rarity composes herself and steps forward.

                                            >"Anonymous. Let us not beat around the bush."

                                            >You twitch at "bush".

                                            >"As an apology, we want to take you out to a locale of your choosing for dinner tonight. It is a simple yes or no question."

                                            >He rubs his stubble thoughtfully.

                                            >"No strings attached?"

                                            >"That's impossible, darling; I'm a seamstress."

                                            >Rarity beams at you.

                                            >Give her a flat look.

                                            >She glances between both you and Anon.

                                            >"...Oh, so when you both make jokes it's fine, but the moment -I- decide to get in on the fun you're both suddenly above it?"

                                            >Anon looks over his shoulder.

                                            >"Look, I really need to get back to what I was doing. Yeah, sure, I'll accept, but you're both paying."

                                            "Of course. Eight o' clock sound good?"

                                            >"Sure, sure, goodbye."

                                            >He slams the door.

                                            >Rarity pokes your shoulder.

                                            >"Good job! Now, let's go home and make dresses for tonight!~"

                                            >With a spring in her step, she takes off towards her boutique.

                                            >You shake your head, smiling, and follow her.

                                            >She's a playful one at times.

                                            >Your eyes follow her tail, swishing about.


                                            "Hey, Rarity?"

                                            >"Hm?"

                                            "...I thought your joke was funny."


                                            >Proportions in all the right places...