Sometimes in life, you know you’re damned if you do one thing and damned if you do another. It’s happened countless times in my life. But the problem is I always seem to make the wrong decision. When this happens, I usually realise the second I’ve made it. I’ll admit it is partly my fault but I can’t take all the blame. So many things that happen to me depend on how other ponies shape it. If a rule is made to have a loophole, I’ll hear about it, try it again and again and by the time I can do it without flaw, somepony else has fixed it.
But when other ponies directly confront you about a decision that will affect you, that’s where I make the mistake.
‘It’s fabulous.’ A white mare had said. ‘May I have a closer look?’
I whimpered. I didn’t like the idea of some pony getting close, especially when one was just trying to catch me and take me to certain death. But by the time I refused, she was already brushing me the wrong way and looking at how long and how thick my coat of orange fur actually was. ‘Oh, I’m Rarity by the way.’
A few seconds later, I was starting to involuntarily snarl. It made her jump but still she inspected my fur. To try to stop her, I turned away so I could actually see her and move my body away from her.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. I got lost in the luxuriousness of your fur. Can I ask how you got it like that?’ I shrugged as best I could, being I was a four-legged animal.
‘Oh, you can’t talk, can you? Silly me.’ She said in a tone of disappointment, ‘I guess I’ll have to do all the speaking.’ She giggled in a very self-amused way. I had no idea what would come next. She pulled out a pair of very long scissors glowing with a transparent blue aura. I moved away, worried she would cut of some fur.
‘Oh, these aren’t for you.’ She giggled again, ‘these are for me to make you something. We can’t let that lovely, soft, beautiful, glistening… Oops, I did it again. I just get so focused on one thing that well I just can’t focus on anything else.’
She went to a drawer, pulled out what seemed to be a mile of lavender coloured fabric and started using the scissors that had been suspended in mid-air to cut furiously at it.
‘No. Won’t do at all.’ She threw a section of fabric away and restarted her cutting.
‘Better… but still a no-no.’ Fabric went flying again.
‘Perfect. Just marvellous, like your fur.’ She cheered, ‘Oh I left your fur sticking up. Silly me.’
She galloped over to smooth my fur again, just I was about to do it myself. It seemed she wanted any excuses to touch my fur. I kind of just wanted to escape. My personal space felt invaded enough for one day. Or had it been one day? I’d been knocked out, knocked over, fallen on… twice, chased… twice, stared at… three times and lastly, I’d had a mare doing anything to get near me. It was time to go. I noticed the door was unlocked. I walked over, making sure not to catch her gaze. I didn’t want another pony chasing me.
I jumped, centimetres from the door, trying to turn the handle and open the door. I succeeded after two attempts but the door swung open so fast it trapped me in a corner. Suddenly, a flash of blue hooves can under the door.
‘Up here. Oh, what do you want, Dashie, at this late hour. I even have a guest.’
‘Sorry’ Dash had sarcastically moaned ’but Fluttershy is looking for an animal. About this height, had orange fur, looked slightly evil.’ I wanted to scream at her.
‘But… How… Where’s he gone?’
‘Again? You’re as bad as Pinkie. She had him but let him escape.’
‘Pinkie? Fluttershy? You? And Me?’ the marshmallow pony questioned, ‘Who hasn’t our cute little friend met?’
‘Cute? He nearly killed me!’
‘Rainbow Dash! How could you dare insult that little creature with such lies? I mean honestly!’
‘It’s true! Wait, honesty? He hasn’t met Applejack. I’m sure it’s not just coincidence that he’s met 4 of the 6 elements of harmony. Come, let’s go warn Applejack!’ She dashed off, the wind bouncing the door out of its frame and having it swing open again.
‘Oh, I must find him before Fluttershy. She’ll keep him from me and I won’t get to see his fur again. Oh, the tragedy.’ She ran out after ‘Dashie’, slamming the door shut.
Guessing I should leave, I peered outside. The coast was clear. I opened the door, only to find my path blocked by a dragon. A small purple dragon. A small purple dragon with chocolates labelled ‘For Rarity’.