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// A not unwelcome guest - Merc the Jerk 
// Story: May - 2012 (T.W.G.) 
// by The Writer's Group 
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Author: Merc the Jerk


Prompt: Rarity makes gloves, but nopony knows what to use them for.


Title: A not unwelcome guest




Rarity heaved a sigh as she rested her hooves on the front counter of her shop. The project she had just finished was excruciating, but she knew it would be worth it once her client came by to pick it up.
The sound of knocking at the door tore the white unicorn from her thoughts.
“Come in!” She cheerfully replied, brightening at the thought of her client arriving so early.  Instead, it was Twilight. She took a tentative step inside, waving a hoof in greeting.
“Hey there, Rarity! What's going on?”
Rarity kindly smiled at her friend. “Just finishing up a rather unusual piece, dear. Would you like to see it?”
“Sure.” Twilight nodded, approaching the counter.
Rarity pushed a sizable pile of cloth over to the floor to clear room, and placed a strange object onto the counter. It was a piece of clothing made from white cloth, about hoof sized, and covered in gems, almost reminding Twilight of a hoof glove. What seemed off, however, was the fact that this hoof glove ended in five narrow tubes. It seemed almost like a glove for clawed creatures, but it seemed an irregular size for a clawed appendage.Twilight blinked at the object Rarity presented to her.
“Uh, Rarity? What is this, exactly?”
“Well, darling. It's a... um...” Rarity paused in her response. “Well, I don't know what it is, darling. I just know I was commissioned to do work for a very important pony, and he requested that I make it to his specifications.”
“Are you sure he's a pony?” Twilight asked.
“Well, no. I don't know what he is. He said I'd know him when I saw him.” Rarity shrugged.
Twilight took one more look at the modified hoof glove. “Well... he's not a minotaur, the slots they put their fingers in are too slender for something like that. He couldn't be an elder dragon, either, as it's too small. Pony, of course, isn't right. That isn't leaving us many options...”
“I'm sure it's not important, as long as his bits are good, there's no need to wonder about it.”
“Are you really not just a bit interested?” Twilight pressured. “I mean, what if he's some sort of creature we've never seen before? Do you have some contingency plan to deal with him? Do you think it's a hyper intelligent monkey or something?” Twilight nervously frowned. “I'm just saying, what if he's trouble?”
“Baby, just shut your mouth...” A melodious male voice proclaimed from inside the room.
David Bowie violently erupted from the pile of cloth Rarity brushed away moments ago. He casually adjusted the stage costume he was wearing.
“DAVID MOTHERBUCKING BOWIE!” Rarity and Twilight shouted in unison amid the mess.
“This ain't rock n' roll... This is GENOCIDE!” He screamed, donning the glove Rarity made for him, and materializing a flaming guitar out of the ether and into his hands. He proceeded into a jam session that resulted in a horrific block fire, killing thirty seven ponies and was hailed by the Rolling Stone as the greatest concert of the decade. 
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I've always wanted to use the world's best creepypasta in a story. I just couldn't help myself!