About 20 minutes after I had arrived, the others had gathered in the library to have some sort of weekly get-together. Twilight set up a table with a fancy silk table cloth, tea, 6 plates, a small tray of cookies and other sweets, and napkins. The 6 ponies sat at the table and had a nice long talk about...well I wasn't really paying too much attention. Me and Spike had our own seperate table, away from the chatty ponies. While they were talking about mare stuff, we spoke about more important matters. Like video games, zombies, and tall tales we made up to make ourselves sound better than we were.
At one point during the visit, I inquired about why Spike didn't like joining the mares when they came to talk. He just told me that it gets boring listening to 6 chatty mares talk about stuff we didn't have anything to do with. Like their manes, fashion, parties, boys, ect. I nodded in understanding and looked over at them.
"I imagine it does get boring huh?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
"Ever eavesdrop?"
"Sometimes."
"Want to?"
"Sure. I have nothing else to talk about..."
So me and Spike spoke a little quieter to make it seem like we were continuing the conversation, but we kept a close ear on what the ponies were talking about. We ended up listening in at just the right time to hear Rarity make an odd comment about Pinkie's mane and tail.
"Darling, how is it that you keep your mane and tail so...erm....poofy, for lack of a better term?"
"I don't. It's just naturally like this."
"But what about that time ya'll thought we didn't like you, and you're mane and tail went completely flat?" AJ chimed in.
"I dunno. It's kinda like it has a mind of it's own. I try to style it sometimes, but it always ends up so...bubbly. Like me!" Pinkie giggle-snorted again.
"Well, I've always wanted a challenge..." Rarity said thoughtfully.
Oh boy, here we go...
"Why don't you allow me to style your mane? I could try to tame your curls."
Thank you, and good night.
"Well, only if you really want to. I swear, it has a mind of it's own!"
"Come on Pinkie, I really don't think that your mane and tail are THAT bad." Twilight said.
"No, really! I lost an entire hairbrush in there about a year ago. I haven't seen it since."
Wow, that is bad...
"I'm sure I can do something with it." Rarity said rather boastfully. "I haven't met a mane I couldn't style."
"Well, I think you've met your match, Rarity." Rainbow said. The ponies all looked at her.
"What do you mean, sugarcube?"
"That hairbrush Pinkie lost was mine. I was there. Her mane pretty much swallowed it whole. Me and Pinkie couldn't believe it!"
"Oh.....my...." Fluttershy said.
That was about all I needed to hear. I was about had my fill of girl talk today. Spike and I just snickered at one another. Then I said,
"Hey Spike. I bet you 20 bits that Rarity can't style Pinkie's mane without something going wrong."
"No way! My Rarity can style any mane. Even somepony's like Pinkie's!"
"Then I guess it's a bet."
"You're on!"
Then we stopped and looked at the Mane 6. They were staring at us. God I hope they didn't hear our bet......There was a rather awkward silence for awhile, until Rarity finally asked us,
"What was that, darlings?"
Me and Spike turned red-faced and stuttered to say something...ANYTHING....
"He...uh...I..."
"We...um.....You.."
Finally we blurted out without thinking:
"WE MADE A BET THAT YOU COULDN'T STYLE PINKIE'S MANE!!"
Good cover.
The mane 6 stared at us and there was another awkward silence. Rainbow Dash asked,
"What was the wager?"
"Ummm....Tw-twenty bits."
"I'm in!"
The ponies looked at her.
"Umm..which side?"
"The side that says Rarity won't be able to style her mane."
"Okay....So that means Spike will have to pay us both 20 bits if he loses..."
Then Twilight spoke up.
"I'm in too. I'm cheering for Rarity."
"Okay...Then you 2 will pay us 20 bits if you lose, and we'll pay 20 bits to each of you if you win."
"Deal."
Rarity and Pinkie then looked at one another. I didn't feel too good putting a wager on Rarity's skills as a hairstylist, but it seemed worth the 40 bits I'll get if I won. Rarity finally said,
"Alright, darlings. To my boutique!"
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Pinkie sat in the chair with a barber's cape on, her tail sticking out from the backside of the chair. Rarity stared at Pinkie's mane, doing her best to get an idea on what to do with her curly locks. Finally Rarity smiled and leaned Pinkie back, then washed her mane completely. What came out was, well, disturbing...As Rarity rinsed Pinkie's mane, a variety of objects and candies fell from it.
We saw a rainbow lollipop, 5 candy corn, about 14 bits, some cupcake crumbs, a chocolate chip, some jelly beans, and a bottle of shampoo. Her mane also finally let go of a small cyan hairbrush with a very colourful assortment of hairs stuck in the bristles. Rainbow snatched it up and hugged it. She and her hairbrush were finally reunited. Which is to say, possibly, the weirdest sentence that I've thought up.
Rarity and the others (not counting Pinkie) were disgusted about the sorts of things trapped in there.
"When did you wash your mane last, darling?" Rarity asked, doing her best to keep her lunch down.
"Just this morning. But I didn't do as good as your doing. Only a few candy corn came out..."
That was enough for me. I ran into the bathroom and retched.
Well, now that her mane was cleaned (I'm still worried about what sorts of things are trapped in her tail), Rarity then put Pinkie into a steam straightener...machine...I didn't know what it was called. But it's that machine where a big helmet comes down and it steams your hair until it's perfectly straight. Whatever. She was in that machine. Rarity lifted the helmet and looked at Pinkie. Her mane was completely straight now. She smiled.
"There, now it should be easier to work with."
Pinkie's hair then poofed back into it's curly state, and Rarity groaned.
"Or not..."
Pinkie just shrugged.
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*Hours later*
Pinkie looked up at her new mane style. It was in a braided ponytail (Yay, puns) tied up in ribbon. She was also wearing a headband to keep it back. We all waited in complete silence. What would happen now? Pinkie's mane started to tremble, then shake. It seemed to be trying to break free of it's bindings. We all took a few steps back. Even Pinkie looked a little nervous. Then, all at once, it stopped. We all sighed in relief.
Then her mane broke free and ribbons, candy, confetti and a headband went flying. Pinkie just giggle-snorted, meanwhile the rest of us took cover from flying shrapnel. Rarity then seemed absolutely frustrated, so she pulled out a pair of barber scissors.
"I'll just make it's shorter..."
"Rarity, I really don't think you should do that!" Pinkie warned.
"Just sit still, Pinkie."
"No, really Rarity!"
"Just a few snips..."
"Rarity, I'm warning you! My mane does NOT like scissors!"
Rarity's scissors slowly floated over and took one of Pinkie's locks in between the blades. Pinkie kept warning her, but Rarity did it anyway. The scissors slowly closed and snipped a small part of Pinkie's mane off. Suddenly, Pinkie's signature curls whipped out and snatched the scissors, then we all watched in shock and horror as it pulled them deep into her mane until they were gone. Pinkie just sighed.
"I warned you...."
Her mane then whipped the scissors back out and went ballistic. The scissors flew across the room, held tightly by Pinkie's curls, and started cutting anything it could. Fabrics, papers, and even thin metal, it stopped at nothing. Finally, it attacked us, or rather, our hair. The scissors lashed out and ruined the ponie's manes, but stopped at Spike, then flew off to find a different target. Since the scissors already ruined the ponie's manes, that left me and my hair.
Now, I never mentioned this. I have long hair. And I love it. No one, and I mean no one cuts my hair without my consent. The scissors whipped out towards me and I grabbed a pair of fabric shears to defend myself.
"Back off, buster!" I screamed, as me and Pinkie's mane sword-fought with the scissors. Eventually, it got down to the point where her mane disarmed me, so I hit the scissors with a bolt of fabric, knocking them away and breaking them. Pinkie's curls then retreated back into her mane and stopped altogether. We all sat there in silence, Twilight looking at her mane, Rarity was having a fit and Fluttershy was desperately trying to find something to hide behind. I sat there and panted heavily from the fight. Pinkie looked at us all, then finally said,
"I warned you Rarity...It has a mind of it's own."
I groaned, then stood up.
"Well, I think that means that me and RD win the bet." I finally said. Twilight and Spike just grumbled. Me and RD shared a high-five, but I held my hand in pain afterwards. I forgot she had hooves, not hands. Pinkie just smiled at us and said,
"Sorry about my mane going crazy, girls...Tell you what, I'll give you all a fresh batch of cupcakes as an apology."
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We sat and ate our cupcakes at Sugarcube Corner, still a little hurt about the last few events, but were quickly recovering. Pinkie just giggle-snorted and gave Rarity another cupcake.
"Sorry about your mane, Rarity..."
"It's...It's okay Pinkie...But I'm just curious as to what happens to the things that get trapped in your curls..."
"I guess we'll never know." I said with a mouthful of frosting.
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*Meanwhile, deep inside the curls of Pinkie's mane.....*
"Ever wonder what life is like outside the curls of this pony's mane?" One very tiny pony says to another.
"Sometimes."
"I like it here though. It always smells like cotton candy."
"I know, it's great."
"Well I'm gonna go find some more crumbs...I'm getting hungry..."
The tiny pony wanders away and the other just waves goodbye to her friend.
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A/N: Just an idea for a story I had. I mean, what's the deal with her mane anyways? Well, that being said,I hope you enjoyed this strange chapter/misadventure I threw Austin into.