*Note* im not the original writefag just putting it into pastebin form, the first chunk was a prompt and a writefag took it from there. >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. End.