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Original author is Anon
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>order your own Rarity
>get excited that life is worth living now
>the package arrives and soon you find there's some assembly required
>the manual is in Russian
>you're pretty sure some of the parts don't fit together
>her right foreleg is a different color
fucking shady resellers, never again

>She's not Rarity
>Her coat is off-white
>Her smile is crooked
>Her eyes don't shine like they should
>Her right foreleg is pink
>You finish assembly anyway
>She blinks several times before she looks at you
>"I am Rare. Nice to meet you, Dining."
>Did she just call you Dining instead of Darling?
>Her accent is painfully wrong
>She tries to walk toward you, but her legs don't quite work right
>You are certain you assembled hey correctly, you were extremely careful
>Her legs tremble
>After a few steps, she stops
>At this point, you can tell she is having trouble standing up at all
>Her new expression is disconcerting
>Her lips are contorted into a crooked frown
>She tries to close her eyes, but her eyelids don't close all the way so that you can still see some of the whites
>Her ears droop
>She must be in pain
>She's not Rarity, but your heart can't take this
>You lift her and hold her in your arms
>She looks you in the eyes
>Mostly
>You now notice that one eye is sightly off
>"Thank you, Dining"
>She tries to nuzzle your chest, but stabs you with her horn in the process
>Wincing, you adjust her head
>She doesn't seem to mind as long as you are close
>She really is very soft and warm
>You scratch her ears
>She's not Rarity, but you could get used to this.

>Be Rare
>You simply awoke today
>You don't know anything
>Except that you are Rare, you want to be fabulous, and you call others Dining
>You do not question these things, despite not knowing what fabulous means and not ever having met another being
>You open your eyes and look around
>Your eyes fix on the first thing you see
>Another creature
>What is it?
>You greet it
>"I am Rare. Nice to meet you, Dining."
>The features on Dining's face change
>You don't know what that means
>You feel that you must meet Dining
>You begin to walk
>You have never done this before
>It is very difficult
>You don't know which leg goes first
>Sometimes when you move a leg, it hurts
>You don't like walking
>You give up, but your legs are in an awkward position
>You feel more hurt
>A lot more
>You don't know what to do
>Your mind races
>It does not race very long, it has nowhere to go
>You are so confused
>You close your eyes to shut out the hurt
>The bottom of your eyes feel more dry than the rest, but you don't know why
>What are you feeling?
>You have never felt before
>You don't like feeling
>Suddenly, you feel yourself rising
>The pain in your legs vanishes as you feel something warm and strong around you
>You look up to see Dining holding you in its appendages
>You feel differently now
>You feel warm and pleasant
>You like Dining
>Dining saves you from bad feelings
>You want to tell him
>"Thank you, Dining"
>You want to get closer to Dining, so you move your head into Dining's chest
>Dining moves your head a little and scratches your ears
>You really like Dining
>You are thankful that the world around you isn't as harsh as when you woke up
>You don't want Dining to put you down

>Be Rarity
>You wake up and are immediately aware of who you are
>You love designing and fashion
>You know you are here to make a friend
>You look around the room
>It is poorly-lit and disorganized
>You see the human
>He's a mess
>His hair is greasy and disheveled, his beard is untamed all the way to his neck
>His t-shirt, jeans, and white socks are all ugly, ill-fitting, and worn out
>And the sweaty smell...
>He could really use a makeover
>But what makes you flinch is his expression
>He is looking at you with intense, desperate eyes
>You try to hide your initial disgust
>To make a good first impression, you clear your throat and straighten your posture
>"Hello, darling. I am Rarity."
>He begins to tear up, then slowly gets up and walks out of the room with the head down
>Well, that went swimmingly
>He must think you hate him with a performance as unconvincing as that
>Come on, Rarity, you can be more presentable than that
>But you decide not to chase him, and instead investigate the room
>There's not much here besides the usual living room things
>A chair, table, TV, mantle...
>Oh, there are pictures on the mantle!
>You must see them
>Each one depicts the human with...
>Some ugly bootleg version of you
>Her face is uncanny, her coat is discolored
>Eugh, why is one leg pink?
>You take a closer look at the human
>His fashion sense is poor, but he is at least clean
>And he's smiling in all of the photos
>The pony doesn't look like she's smiling, but with context in mind you assume she is
>You look around the rest of the house, avoiding the room you saw the human enter for now
>You see no sign of your failed doppleganger
>The thought strikes you
>Are... You, the illustrious Rarity, a replacement?
>You push open the door to what you assume is the human's room
>He is face-down on his bed
>Though a little jealous of the knockoff pony, you don't want to see the human like this
>"H-hello? Are you okay?"

>He flinches at the sound
>He wipes his eyes on his pillow before turning his head to look at you
>As if you didn't know he was crying...
>He takes a moment to compose himself
>In a dull, deep, throaty voice he introduces himself as Anon
>He says that buying you was a mistake, and he's sorry for all of this
>You wave a hoof
>"Oh, darling, buying me was not a mistake!" You say with a wink
>He smiles a little
>Progress!
>But after a moment, his frown returns and he flops back down, face in the bed
>You can barely make out his muffled voice
>"If only you knew..."
>You were sure he said that
>"If only I knew what?"
>Silence
>"Is it about that pony that looks... A little bit like me?"
>He tenses a little, then slowly gets back up
>"I guess you found the photos... I forgot how smart you would be. I guess there's no reason to hide it now..."
>He tells you about a pony named Rare
>He accidentally ordered her in an attempt to get you
>She was so pathetic and useless, but he loved her so much
>He had to teach her how to walk and eat
>He even house-trained her
>You wince at how undignified it would be if you had to learn those things
>But he looked so earnest and nostalgic as he told stories
>Her first bath, playtime, introducing her to his friends who also fell in love with her
>And many, many upsies
>Upsies were her absolute favorite
>She was a disaster of a pony, but you could tell there was a hole in his heart
>His speech began to falter
>Apparently, her defects caught up to her
>Only 3 years after she arrived, her body started to fail
>No veterinarian or pony specialist could do anything, she was far too defective
>Her last words we, "Pick me up, Dining"
>He broke down, head in his hands
>Your heart plummets through the floor
>You can't be jealous anymore
>You must make him feel better!
>You must!
>You MUST!!
>You crawl up onto the bed and cuddle up to him
>He doesn't even notice

>You give up after a few minutes
>You suddenly have an idea
>You don't like the idea, but you feel it's the only thing you can do
>You leave the sobbing human alone and go outside
>You find a patch of dirt among the tall grass
>No, Rarity, you can't, it is filthy!
>But you must!
>You saw him, he needs this
>After much hesitation, you get on the ground and roll in the dirt
>This is horrible, but it will be worth it
>You shake off excess dust until your coat looks only slightly dirty
>You walk to his shed, find a bucket, then fill it with water from the spigot attached to his house
>You normally use this spell on fabric, but you hope it works on water
>Sure enough, the water turns pink
>You start to argue with yourself in your head again
>Will this ever come out?
>You can't permanently ruin your coat like this
>Rarity, get a hold of yourself!
>This is what friends do
>Your face contracts, and you slowly begin to dip your right foreleg into the pink water
>You can't look
>You feel the water reach just past your knee as your hoof touches the base of the bucket and realize how silly of an idea this was
>There were no other bigger containers, this will have to do
>You shake off excess moisture, poke your head inside, and pull a handtowel to you with magic
>It is filthy, but you have no choice
>With your leg dry, you enter the house
>You walk up to his doorframe, but stay out of sight
>You can still hear sobbing
>You can do this Rarity, just play the part
>You take a deep breath and enter the room
>With the worst accent you can muster, you say
>"Hello, Dining"

>His head jerks up, mouth agape
>He looks horrid, even worse than before
>He wipes his tears on his arm
>He slowly gets up and approaches you
>You nervously shift your posture, but you dare not back up, for his sake
>After a long pause, he hugs you with all his might
>Oof, too much might
>But you bear it and return the embrace
>He's crying, but it's different now
>It's sad, but not desperate
>After what seems like hours, he lets go
>"Rarity, you are too good to me... Thank you."
>You smile confidently, thankful you did the right thing
>"I... I think I can move on now. You can clean yourself up now."
>Oh thank Celestia
>You bolt to his nasty bathroom
>At least the bathtub is acceptable, so you draw a bath
>Fortunately, the pink came out too, after some scrubbing
>You dry yourself off with the cleanest towel you can find and return to his room
>He is wistfully looking at a photo of Rare on his nightstand
>You clear your throat
>He turns to you and smiles slightly
>"You are looking more like yourself, Rarity."
>"Oh, yes, of course I do, Anon. But don't worry about me, let's talk about YOU."
>"What?"
>"You're a wreck, Darling! Let's get you cleaned up."
>And so you spent the rest of the day re-teaching him how to take care of himself
>The rest of the week, actually
>His life had been in shambles before you pulled him out of it
>But it has no effect on your natural poise
>You know there is a handsome gentleman under there
>You just have to find it
>That's fine, your work was cut out for you
>You are the illustrious Rarity, master of makeovers
>Besides, your new human friend is worth it.

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