Deleted chapter of a story I read

It was morning in ponyville. Celestia’s sun rose from the horizon, giving rest to the beautiful night of sparkling stars and Luna’s moon. The sun cast a spectrum of colours onto the small hamlet. Pinks, yellows, oranges, reds, and purples cast upon the town. Giving large contrast between pitch shadow, and orange light.
The town was waking up, brewing its coffee, and quaintly reading the daily newspaper in bliss only seen at sunrise. All was quaint and quiet, all was sound, and for the first time in weeks, nopony was ready to break into song. On a saturday morning, many ponies simply felt like relaxing, sleeping an extra hour or two, and embracing the beautiful weekend.
Twilight sighed weakly as she awoke, the light kawing of hens and other animals echoed from the humble cottage of Fluttershy. The Carousel Boutique was, however, filled with a buzz only usually felt after ones morning coffee. Silk and other fine fabrics flew about the room, all surrounded by a soft blue magical aura. A glamorous white unicorn trotted about the room, sweat pouring down her beautiful pearl coat.
        “Oh now come on Sweetie, you look simply dashing, little filly! Oh aren’t you such a gem!” She gazed down at Sweetie Belle, who wore a look that blended scorn, pure terror, and embarrassment in a nutshell. She was adorned in a bright pink gown, with frills larger than her head embezzled upon its luxury.
        “I hate this.”
        “Well, I know Sweetie Belle, but come on, you look cuter than a bug in a rug!”
        “Now you sound worse than our grandparents from Maneissota!”
        “Oh, how dare you! Now come on dear, I need somepony to model for my new filly clothesline, and you volunteered!”
        “I thought I could get my Cutie Mark!”
        “Well you still agreed! Now move your tail a bit, It’s getting in the way.” Rarity paced about the room, uncovering several rolls of fabric and comparing them to Sweetie’s dress.
        “Hmmmmm...no...not that one... oh Celestia that looks awful! Well, maybe, no. That looks...no...ooh, this one...no the colours clash. Ummm....oh, my this magenta looks very nice...but wait, this electric blue is much more striking!”
Rarity zipped about the room, and Sweetie was straining to breathe in the dress her sister had fitted her in. Rarity continued her pacing, when a loud burst interrupted her designing. She turned quickly around to find Pinkie Pie smiling at her.
        “Ummmmm...Hello Pinkie Pie! Why have you came at this...early hour?”
        “Well, I wanted to have a party to celebrate what happened with Twilight earlier!”
        “Wait, dear, what happened to Twilight?”
“OhreallyIthoughteveryponyintownknewI’mjustsoexcitedcausewhycan’tyoubeexcitedwhen
somethingexcitinghappenslikethis!” Words flew from Pinkie’s mouth like water from rapids as she talked as quickly as her thoughts were moving. She paused momentarily, gasping for breath, then continued slower.
“Well, long story short, Gummy was a toy, then Twilight helped, but it went waaaaaaay wrong and now Smarty Pants is a foal!”  Rarity shook her head in disbelief, waiting for Pinkie to call the prank, but no such call came.

“A...a...foal? Oh, Celestia that is simply atrocious, foals whine and cry and...” She shuttered. “...leave droppings all over the place! They are unsanitary and disgusting! Poor Twilight probably has her hooves full with that little hobgoblin!”
“Well, actually, she’s doing fine!”
“Wait, did you say that the foal was Smarty Pants, and she accidentally turned the little toy into a living, breathing,” She groaned, and her voice suddenly found a large depth to it. “Foal.” She uttered the word with as much hatred as if it were the name of Discord himself.
“Why don’t you like foals Rarity, they’re cute and cuddly and snuggly an-”
“Uuuuuugggghhhh... Not only does Twilight have a foal, but it’s not even meant to exist in this world, she absolutely MUST remove that...thing...from existence!”
“How can you say that, she’s so cute and I’m really looking fo-” Pinkie was met with a hoof in her mouth.
        “Pinkie! You are always so...unrefined...I simply must help Twilight to get rid of that little monster at once!”
At that, Rarity stormed out of the room, muzzle hanging in the air. However, she could not look down and planted her shining pearl hoof into a puddle of mud. She cringed, and ran off sobbing.
        “My coat! My perfect coat!”
        Meanwhile, Pinkie began conversing with Sweetie Belle, still in her uncomfortable dress.
        “Why doesn’t she like foals?” Sweetie Belle blushed with embarrassment, looking down at her hooves.
        “That would be me.”
        “What do you mean?”
        “Rarity told me the story of when I was a foal, She foalsat for me once, and...I...ummm...made it rain manure all over her coat.”
        “Whoa.”
        “Yep...I had a lot of big magical outbursts, especially pertaining with the weather, that’s what my mom and dad told me.” Pinkie nodded knowingly.
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        Twilight briskly held open her door to find Rarity, her eyes jutted open, and she tilted her head in vexation.
        “Rarity, what in the name of Celestia are you doing here?”
        “Oh, it is simply horrible the ordeal you’re going through, you must rid yourself of Smarty Pants immediately!” Twilight giggled and rolled her eyes.
        “Oh Rarity, I’m sending a letter to Celestia to see what her opinion is, i’m so divided.”
        “Uuuuuugghh. Don’t even give that little...little...thing a chance. It’s not even a pony you know, it’s just a living doll, made of cotton and tinsel! Don’t fool yourself into thinking it’s actually like you or me, or anypony!”
        “Rarity! Stop these delusions, or you might go too far. I honestly expected better of you Rarity, I never found you to be that mean-spirited! I’m ashamed of you, and I expected better.”
        “Better?! You expect better of me, your friend?! That thing is a toy, nothing else. You destroy that monstrosity or I will do it myself!”
Rarity stormed out of the library, eyes angry. Twilight sighed and gazed at Smarty Pants who gazed curiously at her.
        “You poor little filly. I’ll leave it to Celestia, not Rarity. What has gotten into her? She never acts like this.”
        Smarty pants began to cry, waving melancholy hooves at Rarity as she stormed off, muttering obscenities.
        “Look, you made her cry! I really expected better, you are the element of generosity, not bigotry!” Rarity was having none of this! In her eyes, Twilight was leaving her for a disgusting foal. She thought of the foal in only rage. She could imagine it giggling at her, leaving a literal s**t  storm upon her. The foal began floating, and an innocent giggle transformed into a maniacal laugh. It was enjoying her strife, enjoying her pain. Now that thing was replacing her, and shaming her. She would remove that creature from existence, if it was the last thing she did.

Comments

[dtlux1]

I want to give all the credit to jojijijmz for writing this, it was part of this story. I love the story and think you should check it out.
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[Kamunari]

I just have to say, I really did not like this chapter. I think I see where this is going, and making Rarity the antagonist at the end was a bit forced. Her anger here depends on what kind of trauma caused her rage. the suggestion that Sweetiebell was that cause of her hatred of foals is kind of rough, but I think its a diversion. I think its close to the mark but not quite and the author is tipping his hand a bit too much. Also depending on where the author plan to take this this chapter could be just a big distraction from the main plot..

[dtlux1]

1060145 I agree, I like this chapter, but making Rarity the antagonist would be forced, can't wait to read more of your awesome story though. I love it.
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