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r63 Rares

By TheGreenestBean
Created: 2023-07-20 19:31:20
Expiry: Never
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  1. >Living in Ponyville
  2. >Finally used to the shorter doorframes
  3. >You've been visiting the white one a few times a week to get some formal clothes fitted
  4. >Dusk Shine insisted on it because of some meeting thing that was coming up in, like, five months
  5. >The fashionista seems to have made a game of being elusive about his name
  6. >Half of your meetings are making guesses at his name
  7. >The other half is listening to him talk about advances in non-pony fashion while he has you try on clothes that can't exactly be described as comfortable
  8. >You can't say you don't enjoy the time together, though
  9. >His excitement is infectious, and he is pretty cute
  10. >Plus, he walks with a fruity little sway which moves his tail enough that you occasionally get a decent view of the goods
  11. >Some days, it's difficult to keep composure while he's taking measurements
  12. >And he's getting better with the bipedal anatomy thing
  13. >You almost had a decent dress shirt last time
  14. >Almost
  15. >It still tried to compress your shoulders into your neck, but it's progress
  16. >He seemed pretty confident that the next one would be perfect
  17. >You open the door to the Boutique and call out
  18. "Hey, uh, R-Radiance? Look, I'm becoming inclined to give up on the name thing, but I'm here!"
  19. >Something is off
  20. >Specifically, the lights
  21. >It's dark, everything is clean and put away, and the whole place feels abandoned
  22. >Maybe he had to leave to buy something, but why was the door unlocked?
  23. >Definitely not right
  24. >You creep into the building, looking around for signs of life
  25. "Hey, dude, you home? I hope I'm not walking in on a burglary in progress or something."
  26. >You don’t like that you just gave yourself that idea
  27. >Now you can hear your pulse
  28. >You walk as quietly as you can through the showroom floor and into the kitchen
  29. >Clean, dark, devoid of life, and slightly chilly
  30. >The freezer door is slightly ajar, and the enchantment inside is trying its best to keep the contents cold
  31. >You push the machine closed and continue to the stairs, peeking into the laundry room as you pass it
  32. >Also empty
  33. >You're still a touch nervous about freezer looting burglars when you hear the sob from upstairs
  34. >That sounds like... whatever his name is!
  35. >The burglars have captured the fashion horse!
  36. >Those fiends!
  37. >Who knows what they're doing to him!
  38. >You rush upstairs and look frantically between the doors
  39. >You reach toward the closest door but hear another sob from the furthest one
  40. >You reach the door in a fraction of a second and pull at the latch
  41. >Crap, locked
  42. >Another series of wracking sobs from inside
  43. >"Go away. Leave me alone, please."
  44. >How dare those monstrous ponies torment such a generous soul!
  45. >rage.exe
  46. >There is no way you'll let them get away with this!
  47. >Stepping back, you roll up your sleeve and brace yourself
  48. >You charge the door, letting out a fierce battle cry
  49. >The latch breaks free with a resounding crack as the door swings open, and you go sprawling into the room
  50. >Adrenaline pumping, you push yourself up and take in the room
  51. >There’s nopony but the fashionista in here...
  52. >He's lying on that fainting couch that you've seen him pull out of nowhere when you make a particularly bad guess at his name
  53. >He's also wrapped in a blanket, has a spoon and tub of ice cream hovering next to him, and is looking at you with an expression of wide-eyed shock
  54. >Those eyes are looking red and swollen, and his usually neat mane is an absolute mess
  55. >The ice cream on the spoon takes the moment of silence as its moment to escape, landing with a resounding plop
  56. >That breaks the spell
  57. >"Anon, what in Equestria did you do that for?!"
  58. >rage.exe disabled
  59. "Uhhh, burglars?"
  60. >"Burglars?"
  61. "Yeah, I, uh, thought you weren't here because it was dark and that maybe someone broke in since the door was unlocked and the freezer was open, and uhhh-"
  62. >You glance at the tub of ice cream as it slowly descends to the floor in a cloud of magic
  63. "- and then I heard you crying and thought the burglars had captured you for some reason, so I rushed up here to help."
  64. >As you tell your story, the shock and some of the melancholy melt away to be replaced by a bit of mirth.
  65. >He raises a hoof to his muzzle to mask a little chuckle
  66. >"Well, Mr. Anonymous, you certainly know how to crash a pity party."
  67. >You sheepishly look at the crack in the door and the broken latch.
  68. "Sorry, I can pay for that."
  69. >"Pshh, don't worry about it. Tumbler Twist insisted that she owes me a favor after I helped with her brother's wedding."
  70. >He wipes away some of the tears from his face
  71. "Well, alright, I suppose."
  72. >You drop down into a squat in front of the white stallion
  73. "So, what's got you all in a funk like this, man?"
  74. >He gives a patient smile and a little sniffle before sitting up and motioning for you to sit
  75. >"Oh, nothing you need to worry about, Anonymous. I'm just being a silly stallion wallowing in..."
  76. >He twirls a hoof in thought as you shift your position to sit next to him
  77. >"Whatever it is ponies are meant to wallow in after being turned down yet again."
  78. >That's a bit of a surprise
  79. >You didn't take him as being in the dating scene
  80. >Why do you feel disappointed at that?
  81. "That's surprising. I've only known you for a few weeks, but I can't see any reason for a mare to turn you down. I mean, you're attractive, successful, generous to the point that the very concept-"
  82. >You cut yourself off as you notice that he has an eyebrow raised and a little smirk
  83. "What? What's that look for?"
  84. >"Anon, it was a stallion. I like stallions."
  85. >Some part of your brain sets off a fireworks display and begins dancing
  86. >"And some stallions can be right jerks when you wrongly assume they're interested in you," he finishes with a sniffle and tugs the blanket tighter around his torso
  87. >The mental celebration comes to a screeching halt
  88. >Okay, no burglars, but some stallion hurt this pony for daring to be interested in him
  89. >rage.exe re-enabled
  90. "Hey, who did it, where can I find them, and what are Equestria's punishments for aggravated assault?"
  91. >You don’t exactly relish the idea of violence against ponies, but you can't think of anything else with the anger burning
  92. >Another little giggle
  93. >Sweet Celestia, he's cute when he does that
  94. >Your rage peters out in the face of it
  95. >"Don't go getting yourself in trouble on my behalf now, Anon. I'll be fine. It just stung my pride. I'm sorry, I'm not really in a state where I can help with your outfit."
  96. >Now the wheels are turning
  97. >You're pulling up memories and piecing together a plan
  98. >"Darling, you better not be plotting something ridiculous."
  99. >Guess it was pretty obvious the cogs were turning
  100. >You turn toward him and put a hand on each of his shoulders
  101. >He gives a little jolt of surprise
  102. >You can't help but admire how soft and sleek his coat is
  103. "Okay, there's a train that arrives in a bit over three-quarters of an hour. Can you be ready by then?"
  104. >A look of confusion crosses his face as he searches your eyes
  105. >"W-whatever for?"
  106. >You put on your best winning smile
  107. "There's a restaurant in Manehattan I heard was good, and I believe you mentioned an event at Saddle Row this week. If some bastard is going to be a dick about you showing interest in him, and I can't kick his butt, then I can at least take you out for a good time."
  108. >As you speak, the confusion on the stallion's face melts into understanding
  109. >Then your conclusion causes a blush to spring up on his cheeks
  110. >"Anonymous, are you asking me out? You don't even know my name."
  111. >That catches you off guard
  112. >Are you asking him out?
  113. >Yeah, you guess you are
  114. "Yeah, I guess I am. Besides, not knowing your name is your own fault, Mister."
  115. >You draw your hands back and fold them on your lap as he chews your offer over
  116. >A smile slowly spreads across his muzzle, and he gives a nod
  117. >"I would be honored to go out with you, darling. I will be there," he says, primly
  118. >He shrugs off the blanket and stretches as he steps off the couch
  119. >You do your absolute best to keep your gaze respectful
  120. >Okay, mostly respectful
  121. >That sure is one beautiful Cutie Mark
  122. >You are definitely just looking at the Cutie Mark
  123. >If he notices your wandering eyes, he doesn't let on
  124. >The fashion horse gives himself a shake and turns to look at you
  125. >His eyes are still red and puffy, but any trace of sadness is gone
  126. >"Oh, you do still have those clothes you showed up in, right? They're nicer than what Dusk cobbled together there."
  127. >You have to agree
  128. >The wardrobe the purple pony conjured fits your body in the strictest sense, but they are far from elegant
  129. >Artist he is not
  130. "I suppose I can ask him for them back. I can't imagine there's much more he can research on them."
  131. >You stand up, dusting the absolutely nothing off your knees as you do
  132. >"Tell him I insist you have them back," he says as he trots toward the adjoining bathroom
  133. >He's walking with that sway again
  134. >You feel your pulse quicken a little
  135. "Tell him who insists?"
  136. >You've won
  137. >You must have his name now
  138. >He throws his head back, looking at you with a devious grin
  139. >"Just call me Fashion Horse, like you usually do"
  140. >You lost
  141. >You didn't even see it coming
  142. >Now it's your turn to blush
  143. >"Oh, don't you worry, Darling. I'll tell you on the train."
  144. >Now a rush of anticipation
  145. >He disappears around the corner with a swish of his tail
  146. >"Oh, Anon, could you be an absolute dear and put that ice cream back in the freezer on your way out?"
  147. >You nod, then remember he can't see that
  148. "Yeah, sure thing."
  149. >You scoop up the nearly empty carton and scan the floor for the lid
  150. >You find it under the couch as you hear water start to run in the other room
  151. >You pop the lid on as you leave the room with a growing ball of excitement and a touch of anxiety in your gut
  152. >You can hardly believe you actually did that or that he agreed

r63 Rares

by TheGreenestBean