It is Saturday. You have over-due homework, and you think it is a waste of time on such a beautiful weekend morning - especially when the sun was only about to rise. Your alarm clock rung Seven A.M., and you climb out of your bed, looking for something small to eat for breakfast.
You take a muesli bar out of the cupboard, and chew on it, slowly. As you are about to settle down to your desk, you hear a tapping at the door, following with a rubbing noise. You choose to ignore it at first, telling yourself it was probably just the old cat from next door, purring and acting "cute" so you would give it some extra milk.
The noises continue, and soon, you get so fed up, you stomp towards the door, and open it wide. If it was that stupid kitty again, you would've strangled it (even though you would've done so ages ago, because you find it so terribly obnoxious.) But instead, you see a unicorn!
It is half-sized for a normal horse, and has big glistening blue eyes. Its mane is a brilliant purple, its coat a blinding snow-white, and it has three blue-ish diamons by its flank. Your eyes shoot open at once, as one word flits through your mind.
"R-Rarity?" you stammer, as you gaze upon the beautiful white unicorn. She stares into your trembling eyes, and after a whole two minutes of long, awkward and embarrasing silence, she mutters, "You have beautiful eyes, darling."
You chuckle nervously, still not able to move most of your muscles or bones. It is almost like your nervous system is frozen. Forcing yourself not to be rude, you smile, and decide to tag along, still not moving your hands or legs. "Thanks, you too," you stutter, a little awkwardly. "What are you d-doing out here?"
Rarity looks puzzled. "What do you mean, darling?" she asks, rubbing her forehead with a hoof. Suddenly, memories and flashbacks streamed through her mind. "Oh my stars! How could I have forgotten? Why, my friends and I were sent here by Discord - who came back! Please, darling, we need your help! We must find the others, and destroy Discord! Princess Celestia said they must be scattered around here...somewhere." Classical duckface.
"But we only just met!" you exclaim.
Rarity nods, and giggles, "Of course, darling. If it isn't too much trouble, my dear. Oh, and if you don't mind me asking, what is your name? How old are you?"
You laugh, and silence her with a hollow cough. You wonder why Rarity was talking so much - as you remember that talking and chatting was Pinkie Pie's job. You didn't know what to say, in such an awkward situation. "Oh..you can call me a "brony." Any more...um...questions?"
Rarity shakes her head obstinately. She trots up to you slowly, and places a hoof on your chest. "I know where you live..." she grunts, her voice fading into a soft evil whisper. You stare at her in surprise, as she becomes her normal rather peevish self.
"Oh my stars! Your dress, darling!" she squeals, and she glances at your attire, almost fainting.
You look confused, as you remark, "I'm not wearing a dress?" She grabs your hand, and leads you back to your own home. "Let me - Rarity - take care of that!"
You roll your eyes, and decide to play along. "It doesn't surprise you to be here?" you ask her, and she giggles, replying, "Of course not, darling. Why, we were lucky Discord didn't break apart my friends' and my friendship, like last time."
You are utterly amazed at once. "What do you mean? Are the others here too?" you ask, blinking your eyes rather stupidly.
Rarity nods slightly, and answers, straight-forwardly, "Yes, darling, but I have no idea where they are!"
"Maybe, I can help," you say.
"Oh, thank you thank you THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!" Rarity shrieks, as she forces you into a hug. "I knew you would, darling!"
A/N If you wish to search for the other ponies, immediately, read Chapter 1.5
If you wish to carry on with Rarity, and get used to having her around, keep on reading.
"Do you..want to come in?" you ask, biting your lower lip, and curling your fingers up in a fist, digging your fingernails deep inside your skin. Of course, you hope for the best and expect the worst. The answer you want to here suddenly comes straight out of Rarity's mouth. "Of course, darling. I will be delighted."
You don't ask anymore questions. If this is a dream, it is one you wanted never to end, and enjoy every minute of it. Also, you always somehow have "real" pony dreams on Saturday mornings anyway, possibly due to the new episodes coming in on Saturday afternoons. The conclusions are: If it is a dream, it is the best dream ever. If it was real, it is the best thing that had happened to you before.
You hop on your computer, and start typing in "Equestria Daily", as soon as you are in the house, safely with Rarity.
It wasn't long before Rarity steps in, and she notices what you are doing.
"What's that?" she asks, as she looks over your shoulder to see what you are doing on such a funny object, what WE call computers - or monitors. "Oh my stars! It's --"
Your heart skips a beat. She found out! She found out about the internet! And the creeper side of brony community. Hardly able to breathe, your tongue is tied by shock, surprise and horror. All you can mutter - is a simple, "Nuthin'."
Rarity isn't easily deceived. "Oh no, it isn't nothing, darling, I'm sure," she said. She peeks into the computer screen, and her eyes seem to be busy scanning it, until she lets out a scream. "Whahahaha! Oh my stars! Is that -- me?!" She points to a certain picture on the site you are browsing, and bursts into tears.
"Marshmallow?" she squeals. She faints in your arms for five minutes, allowing you to wrap your mind over all that has happened today. You still don't believe that you have your favourite pony in your arms, here to stay for good. Rarity wakes up all of a sudden, and she cries out, "Of all the worst possible things, this is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING!"
You comfort her the best you can, stroking her mane as she wails bitterly in your arms. "It's not that, Rarity," you whisper to her, racking your brains for lame explanations that could stop her from going insane. "It's just a nickname. It's because you are sometimes seen biting your hoof - and you're white. Pinkie Pie's got a cotton candy tail too - it's just a meme."
"Marshmallow?" Rarity asks, her eyes wet with tears. "But I'm supposed to be beautiful, elegant, stylish! I'm --"
You interrupt her. "You are, Rarity," you explain, as you cuddle her once more. You feel the warmth of her body against yours, as you hug her, giving you a lovely feeling you cannot explain. But your body is not all that catches her warmth - but your heart, which is now a melted piece of ice cream. She stares up into you eyes, still half-indignant at what you said a minute ago. "But what about Pinkie Pie? Isn't she a marsh-mallow, after all she eats each day?"
"Oh, but she's Pinkie Pie," you say, as you stroke her mane gently once more. "She's random, crazy, and hyper-active. Don't worry, Rarity, you're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life, and I'm sure bronies all around the world agree." This is partially a lie, because everypony loves Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy or Pinkie Pie, and Rarity is possibly the least loved pony in My Little Pony. But you shrug it off, as Rarity shakes her head, once more, "Models, fashionistas and celebrities aren't supposed to be marsh-mallows!"
You can't help but smile at her, as she begins crying all over again. Your desk, and the mathematics exams on it are now drenched with her tears. But you don't mind it, because she is your favourite pony, and you would do anything to have your favourite pony by your side. She is silent for a while, before declaring, "I will now officially starve myself, darling. No - don't tell me it is bad for me. I simply cannot imagine having this marshmallow," (at this point, she stares down at her tummy) "In tight glamorous dresses! Why, I shall be a laughing stock!"
"No, don't do that," you cry out to her. You start feeling bad you told her such things. "You look perfect - you just don't know it! It's just a meme, Rarity! You can't take it seriously, or the creators will be cyber-bullying you," you explain. Rarity is silent still more. She appears to be deep in thought. "I suppose you are right, darling. But -- but --!"
"Don't get ideas," you remind her. You really think it's silly crying over something you aren't. "All ponies look like you, in fact, most ponies have a bulkier build than you do. They don't call Pinkie Pie a marshmallow - that's because she's not white. It's just your lovely white coat they talk about, you see. You look just right." You show her a picture of herself on the internet, and a wide smile finds itself on her face. She feels almost more positive about herself at once.
"It's already afternoon," you observe, looking at the clock, and then at the sky outside. The winds are howling, and blowing strongly against the trees, and dark clouds swirled around your cottage. It isn't a big deal - but it means that a storm was coming up.
Rarity nods, and says, "Come, darling. The others might need you this instant."
A/N If you change your mind, go to chapter 1.5
If you still object, (does not lead to end of story) carry on reading
"But -- " you argue, at the living room, as you reach out a hand and catches her, stopping her from running out the house. "I'm getting used to you here. Can't we at least - have some fun together? I mean, you're a pony. It's forever been my dream to meet one. And it's apparently come true. Please, Rarity...I'm sorry - but I can't let you go off to find your friends yet."
Rarity double-gasps, and turns to look at me. "Darling! You would rather spend time with one pony, then save the lives of others! How could you? Shame on you!" She shakes off my hand, and runs away, crying.
You look at her, as she recedes in the distance, further from home. "Rarity! I didn't mean --! C-Come back! I'm sorry, Rarity! Just, don't leave!"
It is too late. She runs off, not able to hear you in the howling wind.
You have succeeded in making Rarity cry. Go on to Chapter 1.6