Chapter 1
Humming a nameless tune, the cheerful, pink pony continued through her late evening cleaning, the heavy rain beating down on the bakery windows. It was definitely not the favorite part of her job, she was sure nopony particularly enjoyed the monotony of constantly wiping down tables, counters, windows, and anything else that could have been dirtied throughout the day, but it was one of the most important jobs that she had. Sure, making the tastiest pastries and most delightful baked goods was the bread and butter of her job, a slight giggle passing through her lips as she made the terrible pun, but it was the cleanliness of the atmosphere that made everypony sit down and stay at the establishment.
So... maybe tidiness was the tofu and cheese? Hmm...
Regardless, the pink hued pony continued to hum her tune, the Element of Laughter carrying out her job better than anypony else could have... with the possible exception of her dear friend Spike. Smiling to herself, Pinkie thought back to how his perfectionist caretaker had a habit of running the poor dragon ragged, forcing him into a never-ending battle against filth. Some days, Pinkie actually felt bad for the dragon. It wasn't uncommon for Twilight to freak out over the slightest thing out of place, like a single book one space to the left of its proper place, or maybe a shelf with slightly too much dust, all of this resulting in sending the lavender student into a frenzy that threatened all of Equestria. Then again, there were the times that Twilight had had her library completely ruined by one of their friends, the times that Rainbow Dash blasted through the entryway coming to mind, and even though not a single book had remained on the shelves, the unicorn had not batted a single eyelash.
And Spike was always caught in the middle, attempting to pick up the pieces.
Pinkie would've much preferred to have been in front of the oven, making sure that her most delicious of confections was made to complete perfection. Right now though, long after the sun had descended beneath the horizon, she cheerfully cleaned up the shop. The owners, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, had long since retired to their own home for the evening, leaving their sole employee to tidy up the place. It was more than a fair trade: she would make sure that the place was completely cleaned up, and in return, she would be able to stay in the small bedroom upstairs. If she didn't know the Cakes so well, she would assume that they were related to another unicorn friend of hers, for the idea of being so generous to her was breathtaking.
“And... done!” Pinkie smiled as she threw her rag into the hamper to be cleaned tomorrow. Looking at the entire room around her, she smiled. Every single surface had a sheen to it, from the steel appliances, the granite counter, even the welcome mat. Sure, even Pinkie wasn't sure how that last one made sense, but she knew that a shining room was a clean room.
Her thoughts on the matter were suddenly brought to a close when she heard a loud banging coming from the front door ahead of her. Her voice as musical as a songbird, the earth pony sang, “Sorry, but we're closed for the evening! I'll be happy to fix you up with the tastiest of treats when we open tomorrow!”
It was rare that a customer would attempt to arrive at such a late hour, but whenever one would, such simple words always persuaded the stallion or mare to leave for the night, and come back the next day. It was for that reason that the next knocking took her by surprise, the raps upon the wooden door more akin to a sledgehammer banging on a stone slate than a hoof on a door. The sheer urgency of the demand made the pony's hair stand on end for a moment, but she knew better than to assume something malicious. Ponyville was not a place for meanie ponies, just slightly misguided ones that only needed a little smile!
That was the reason why she was happily approaching the wooden portal in front of her, the heavy maple planks bolted together being the only barrier between the friendly pony in the rain and Pinkie. She had never once met a pony that had tried to purchase one of her tasty treats this late at night, but the thought of meeting such a mysterious pony brought a joyful smile to her face. She was a little saddened that she would be forced to turn the pony away, especially in the middle of such a thunderstorm, but she hoped he or she would understand.
As calmly as could be, and with her eyes shut in glee, she unbarred the lock, and opened the door, “Sorry Mr. or Mrs or Miss or Mrsiss Pony, but Sugarcube Corner is closed.” Smiling ever wider, she began to open her eyes, “If you come tomorrow, I'll have super fresh... umm...” Pinkie slowly stopped, unsure on what to say, for the last pony that she would've ever expected to have been at the shop's front door at this hour was standing there.
Rarity.
The mare was completely soaked to the bone, every inch of the beautiful mare's lavish coat drenched with the harsh spring storm. The unicorn's normally perfectly styled mane, an envy of the entire town, hung limply against her face, the long purple hairs wildly spread against her face and sides. A deep shiver, one that chilled to the bone, traveled through the lovely pony's body, making quite obvious, if the other details hadn't already, that she had been in the icy rain for far too long.
Pinkie instantly sprung into action, and within a blink of the eye, she was in the rain by the white mare's side. Completely disregarding the now generous soaking the grumpy sky was now giving her, she let out a huge smile, “Hiya Rarity! Surprise to find you standing in the rain next to me! Did somepony lose a bet or something?”
She realized very quickly that whatever response she was hoping for, one that was filled with stories of Dashie winning a bet resulting in this, would not be delivered. In fact, instead of any form of verbal reply, the trembling mare's body unable to form words at that moment in time, Rarity merely shivered and shook. Indeed, instead of muttering promises of vengeance or destruction against one of their mutual friends, in jest of course, a much more powerful and heartbreaking reply, even through the rain, appeared on the alabaster mare' face.
A single tear.
It was then that Pinkie began to push the unicorn into the slightly dimmed room, the heavy stench of alcohol all around the white mare, “You're as cold as one of Gilda's 'pranks' when she was being a meanie pants! Come on, I'll help you be all warm and fuzzy again!” She explained as she helped Rarity up the stairs. It was a slow process, much slower than the excitable mare had expected. With each step forward, Rarity seemed to have lost even more of her entire life-force, the pink mare unsure if the alabaster mare was even alive at the moment. Of course Rarity WAS alive, but the deep chill that her skin radiated was frightening.
She shook her head, the action sending the pink pony into a slight dizzy spell as she used her body to support the weight of the drunken mare. With every step, Pinkie brought the increasingly more depressed unicorn up the stairs, and closer to their mutual destination. The pair passed into Pinkie's bedroom, and taking an immediate right, made their way into the bathroom. Even in the dimmed lighting, the bright sunny walls stood in stark contrast to the mood all around her. She was doing her best to think of some way to make sure that Rarity would not break down into deep sobs, but at the rate that things were going, it wasn't looking well. With no words coming to mind, by the time the pair made it into the bathroom, long streaks of salty tears were making their way down the unicorn's face.
Pinkie began to draw up a bath, the constant sniffling of the generous pony behind her being the only other sound in the room. As the bathtub began to fill up with water, she turned back around to Rarity, and instantly found herself gripped tightly in the unicorn's forelegs. Shock consumed her for a moment from the quick hug, and before Pinkie could say anything, the unicorn sniffled out, “He... he... he used me...”
That was where the dam finally broke loose.
Bawling wails pierced the decorum of the tranquil evening, and the normally cheerful mare found herself in a death grip, two snow white forelegs wrapped around her neck. Each second, a heavy sob shuddered through the mare, the uncontrollable crying finally releasing in earnest. The pink pony wasn't sure what exactly to say, settling into merely returning the deep hug, letting a muffled “shh,” escape her lips every few seconds. With the only exception to make sure that the bath didn't overflow, Pinkie continued to grip Rarity, the bone-chilled mare's coat slowly warming up to her own body heat.
Several minutes passed until Rarity's sobs returned to being mere sniffles again, the overflowing emotions finally coming under control. Making sure to smile before she did so, she carefully pulled away from the alabaster mare. The two gazed into the others eyes, “Hey... why don't you get in the tub so you can get all squeaky clean? Hmm?”
A small nod was the only reply, and as carefully as Pinkie could, making sure that Rarity didn't slip on the light blue tile, she helped the mare into the steaming water. As Rarity placed a single leg into the water, a wince formed on the unicorn's face. Still, after another second of preparation, she resumed her forward progress, and with the most graceful of steps, submerged all but her head into the warm water.
Finally allowing herself show a genuine smile again, Pinkie reached over, and did her best to rub the hot bathwater all over Rarity's upper body. The desire to resume the previous tune from before Rarity knocked on her door surged through her, but she had no idea how it had gone, the melody forever lost. So instead of trying to rehash the old one, she began a new one. It was for the best really, the previous song much slower and more melodic, while this was fast and peppy, the tempo intensified to at least double the speed. It was the kind of song that you just couldn't help but tap your hoof to. In short, it was a much more... desirable song to have on such a dreary night.
Pinkie took a second to squeeze some shampoo onto her hoof, always a difficult procedure considering how nasty the gel tasted, and began rubbing the sudsy compound into Rarity's normally styled mane. She knew that Rarity was deep in thought, any other day of her life the fashionable mare would've lamented the ruination of her loose purple curls. Right now though, all she did was sit there, a depressed face painted on her, her mind most likely taking her to many icky places that wonderful ponies like Rarity shouldn't go to.
She did see that the white unicorn was reacting to her soft humming, the mare's long lashes slowly fluttering closed as the music entered her ears. Pinkie raised the volume of her humming, allowing her companion to better listen to her solo. Pinkie's two lathering hooves moved in rhythm to to her music, the peaks and valleys of her motions in step with the beat. Minutes passed, and she made sure that every part of the formerly chilled and dirty pony was completely clean. Not only that, but with the amount of shampoo that she had used, even the smell of alcohol had been subdued.
A smile still remaining on her face, Pinkie ushered the now completely clean unicorn out of her tub, and couldn't help but giggle at the sight before her. Rarity's mane and tail were heavily draped across her face and the floor, giving her a look similar to a wet long-haired puppy. Even in the mare's poor mood, Pinkie could see Rarity doing her best not to smile, a feat that she didn't entirely succeed in. Smiling even wider, the pink pony grabbed one of her own towels and threw it over the unicorn. At first, she was going to dry Rarity the way she normally dried herself after a nice hot bath, but a sudden thought to how Rarity would want to be more delicately taken care of made her calmly pat the mare dry instead. Sure, it took much, much longer, but that was alright with Pinkie: it was what Rarity wanted that really mattered.
Minutes later, and Pinkie finally threw the soaked towel into the hamper, leaving behind a very dry, if quite unstyled, mare behind. Beaming wider than ever, Pinkie whispered, “There we go. All nice and clean. Umm... sorry about your mane and tail; I’m not very good at doing all the curling and ironing things. Though... umm... I think it looks positively fancy this way too.”
Rarity didn't say anything, merely looking in Pinkie's direction, the blue eyes slightly clouded over from intoxication, and after a few seconds, finally allowed a small grin to form on her face. The two retained their mutual gaze for a little while, and for whatever reason, for the first time ever, Pinkie found herself becoming lost in those two orbs of azure. Those eyes were so similar to her own, at least on the surface, but for something about them. They were much deeper than the excitable pony had ever truly realized, a quality that their owner shared. They said that the eyes were windows to a pony's soul. Rarity must have had an exceptionally large soul, with paintings and throw rugs and pretty little knickknacks hung all over the place.
A harsh flash of lightning, followed by the loud rumble of thunder broke the two out of their enchantment, a nervous laugh and a forced cough coming from Pinkie and Rarity respectively. Recovering, Pinkie pushed her friend forward a little bit, “Come on, it's too dark and rainy and spooky out there to go home now, especially after your nice and warm bathy-wathy. You can sleep in my bed tonight.”
Before Rarity could protest, Pinkie shoved her head more and more into the back of the unicorn's thighs, until they were inside the dim bedroom. Smiling at Rarity, she slowly prodded the slightly stubborn mare to the side of the bed. With only a short wayward look back to make sure, Rarity jumped onto the bed, under the sheets, and got herself comfortable. It was silly looking, Pinkie's magenta and pink floral bedspread contrasting with Rarity in ways that the owner would never have been able to imagine possible, but it suited her in a particular way. Not only that, but the length of Rarity's mane was even more apparent now, the soft curl completely gone, so that the pencil straight hair draped atop the comforter wildly, the ends flayed in every direction possible. She looked rather... cute that way.
Snapping out of her thoughts once more, Pinkie took one last step closer, and with those blue eyes staring into her own again, she whispered, “I'll see you in the morning, so just close those little eyesies of yours, and have fun in your little dreamland filled with cake and cookies and all the other things that you might want to dream about. Tomorrow, I'll make you breakfast, and we can fill that empty belly of yours.”
Warmth filling her heart, she gave the unicorn a soft pat on the head, turned, and began to make her way downstairs. She wasn't sure where she was going to sleep, the stereotypical couch idea completely out of the question considering she didn't own a couch. Maybe she could sleep in one of the booths or on top of the counter or something, but that didn't matter. It wouldn't be nice of her to force Rarity to sleep downstairs instead, or worse: send her home in the middle of this storm, so it was up to her to make the minor sacrifice. Now, if only she knew where the icing for the-
“Pinkie Pie,” the mare heard a quiet, and slightly scared, voice call out to her. The vulnerable nature of the voice itself was enough to stop her in her tracks. Her ears perked up and twisted to hear the rest of the thought, Pinkie heard Rarity take a breath, and finally continue, “Could you... please don't leave... I don't want to be alone tonight...”
Without a single thought otherwise, Pinkie turned, and with a slight bounce, began trotting back slowly. There was a smile on her face, her legs popping up and down in their cheerful movements, as she went up to the opposite side of the bed. Slowly now, she jumped onto the bed, and snuggling up into the sheets, she looked back at her friend, the white unicorn still bearing a small smile. Beaming back, Pinkie finally replied, “Of course, silly. All you had to do was ask.”
Both ponies now finally content, Rarity closed her eyes, and with a smile still on her face, began her attempts to go to sleep. For whatever reason, Pinkie couldn't help but to keep her eyes on the beautiful mare in front of her. Many times, it would've been appropriate to just close her eyes as well, and try to enjoy her own dreamland. In fact, according to proper sleepover etiquette, staring at your bed-mate was completely inappropriate, a fact that Twilight had spouted to her one night. Yet, there was something about the unicorn, the rhythmic rise and fall of the sheets covering her chest, the way her currently unruly purple mane perfectly framed her face, and even the way her nostrils slightly flared with each intake of air that... was curious to Pinkie.
Unconsciously, she scooted a few inches closer.
Finally, reason won out, and the pink pony closed her eyes in an attempt to get some sleep. The curious thoughts from when Rarity got out of the tub plagued her mind still, but she bid them no mind. Surely, by the next morning, they would be long forgotten, and she could go about making Rarity a big heaping pile of pancakes, make her even happier, and maybe even spend a day with her. They never did spend time with each other, outside of when they were with their other friends. Well, other than that one time when Fluttershy started to act like a meanie pants, but how long had it been since then? A few weeks? A few months? Far too long.
A sudden shift from her partner, followed by a gentle rub of Rarity's forelegs against her own brought her eyes open again, and she saw that Rarity had scooted much closer, their faces now only a few inches away from each other. So close, in fact, that she could smell the buzz the unicorn must have been feeling from her drinks before. The breath in Pinkie's throat caught for just a second before she relaxed a little bit. Just before Rarity opened her mouth to speak, the pink pony realized that the small smile on her friend was gone.
“Pinkie... why... why are you doing all of this for me?”
Now, if there was a question that confused her more than that one just presented to her, she couldn't imagine what it was. Shifting slightly, as well as returning the foreleg rubs, she replied, “What do you mean? We're friends, silly filly! That's why.”
The unicorn shook her head, “No, I mean... sure, a normal friend would've let me in, allowed me wash myself up, and probably stay the night. All the while, I’m sure I would've been hounded with questions about what happened, why there, and if there was anything they could do. You though... you didn't do that.” Rarity paused for a second to gather her thoughts, “Not only did you let me in, but you went further than that... you... you did so much more. You brought me in, literally washed me yourself, gave up your bed for me, offered to make me breakfast, allowed yourself to sleep here with me, and through it all, not only did you not probe me for any details as to what happened or why, but you... you did all of this so happily; So readily. Why?”
“I don't know, Rarity,” Pinkie smiled, and scooted a little bit closer. Gently, she gave the unicorn a hug, “I just wanted to. I already knew that you were on a date tonight, and that you didn't find your 'prince' tonight, but I didn't need to know anything more. The rest didn't need to be said.”
“Well that's...” Rarity paused, not sure which words to use. After a few moments, Rarity rolled over, and shifted herself, so that her back was slightly touching the soft underbelly of the party pony. Pinkie's face heating up a nice healthy red in the dark, she heard the unicorn finish, “... that's very noble of you, dear Pinkie Pie.”
Pinkie sighed, “Of course, Rare-bear.”
That elicited a light giggle from the mare in front of her. A few seconds past before the elegant voice returned one last time, “May I... ask you a favor?”
“Yes?”
“Do you mind... umm...” Rarity shifted slightly, not from discomfort from the way the bed was made, but because of nervousness. Finally, after several seconds of internal debate, the unicorn finally spoke, her voice barely a whisper, “Do you mind... at least for tonight... being my prince?”
For whatever reason, while before when there was just the slightest touch of sides against one another, the most timid of words, or even an extra second of looking into the other's eyes, would send the pink mare into a torrent of blushes, this proposition was different. Even though everything else was so much more innocent, while this was by far the most blatantly suggestive thing either had done, it didn't fire off a single nervous vibe in the pony. Instead, she scooted forward until she was firmly pressed against the mare in front of her. She wrapped her free foreleg around the mare, the embrace sending her heart thumping. Of course, she could feel through her chest Rarity's heart pick up a swifter beat.
Pinkie Pie closed her eyes, and sighed, “I can do that, Rare-bear.”
A/N: Two things. First, I would like to thank Kitsunehero and NintendoGal55 on editing this thing for me. Second, I totally wrote everything up to the bath scene completely hammered, to the point where I don't remember actually writing anything before it...
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Rarity is totally prettier with a wet mane.
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I like it. Writing drunk is hilariously funny
Pinkie can be shipped with anypony (Pinkie/Rarity and Pinkie/Twilight fit WAY better than Rainbow Dash)
Keep up the work
Hmm. Pinkity? Eh...
I dunno. I mean, this is well written and all, no question about that, but I guess it's just an awkward ship for me. Which is why, um, I'm probably not gonna track it. Sorry!
But, I'll totally drop a like so it can be made known to the people who would like this ship! Best of luck in your writing adventure, my friend!
So Pinkie Pie is at least sympathetic toward Spike. This makes me curious as to how she'll handle telling him after the two ponies fall in love. But if Rarity gives herself to Pinkie Pie without considering his feelings first, then this'll just be another shipfic where no one gives a horseapple about him.
Pinkie Pie is such a good friend! She always knows just what to do to cheer her friends up. Lovely story.
Like I said before, this was a nice little story!
Even if you may have written the first part while drunk, it actually is pretty nicely done, coherent, and very in-character. 
Overall, it turned out pretty good! Glad to be of help! 
This is quite heartwarming.
Pinkie Pie and Rarity showing up as a pair in the actual episode made this all the more interesting. Great job!
Ya know, there's not enough Rarity/Pinkie fics. I like this one.
Oh, this is lovely. (I don't do that well when I'm sober.)
Not bad at all, will be watching, this has a nice buildup possibility
Awww. I always did like Raripie ships. Adorable ^-^
Hmm... Middle of the featured box, 37:0 like to dislike ratio, no giant feedback.
I'll read later. dl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/shrug_Twilight_future.png
I certainly hope this is featured. A much stronger start than most of what I've read in the past few months.
And I know it was kind of the point, but I love just how little dialogue there was up until the very end; it really helped Pinkie to come across as a caring, faithful, emotionally intelligent friend. And the narration wasn't at all lacking, either. Fine work, author.
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If you're fine with any ship as long as it's well-written, just go ahead and check this out now. There really isn't too much to say yet; it's just good.
wouldn't be surprised to see this featured tomorrow, very very good fic.
Perfect mental image of Pinkie Pie: ACHIEVED
The title was misleading.
I thought this was gonna be a Pinkie X Luna shipfic.
(which I don't think anyone has done yet....)
Anyway, Rarity is my favorite pony, so for having a well written first chapter, you also get a fave.
keep it up!
this one was cuuute :D
Dawewwww
Anyway, cute story bro. Not really a fan of Raripie ships... or anything that has to do with Rarity, but I can overlook that for this story
I DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING AT ALL. I was expecting some sort of epic adventure but then suddenly WARM AND FUZZY FEELINGS EVERYWHERE.
...I did enjoy it though. I need to learn how to read the tags on these things.
So I went to bed last night after a hard day at work, but before I went to bed, I saw that this story was actually doing much better than expected. This morning... I'm greeted with two things...
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The hell!? Did I accidentally log into some other person's account!? I've never had a quarter of that number EVER. It's as if... if...
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... *begins hyperventilating*...
... Note to self, make sure to get blackout drunk much more often before writing. Seems to help...
1429770 Considering how prolific that one picture of Rarity wet in the rain in "Sisterhooves Social" is, and how many times they've recolored it to fit almost every single other pony out there... I tend to agree
Once again, thanks for all of your help!!
1429859 Not only is drunken writing funny writing, but apparently it is best writing. Sure, I had to edit out a few lines ("Rarity looked as upset at Republicans were when President Obama won the election" didn't quite work...), but overall, it's all there. As for the Pinkie/X ships, I tend to see RariPie to be the hardest one out there (ApplePie, while the best name, is up there as well). And I have a few friends who would give you nasty looks over saying RainbowPie doesn't work
1429904 Hey, I know how you feel. No worries! Thanks for the upvote anyway, though your lack of a track means no pony icon for you!
1429918 Anyone that has followed my blog, or at least knows my feelings on shippings, knows that any ship that involves Rarity HAS to incorporate Spike in some way. Now, whether that is an internal struggle because she feels something for him, or just a mention on how to deal with him and his crush (depending on her level of mutual feelings towards him) depends on the story entirely.
1429984 Honestly, given the situation, I could see any of her friends doing this KINDA. They would definitely go about it differently sure (Twilight would ask what the hell happened, Applejack and Rainbow would go out to beat the hell out of the guy, and Fluttershy would be too nervous to say anything too awkward), but it was Pinkie that she ran into, and so let's roll with it!
1430044 Thanks! And I am so so so so glad that you took the time to help me out with it! Major favor you did me
1430223 That thought process might've crossed my mind when I wrote this story...
...
... Anyway, always loved the idea of the dynamic of those two together (not in a relationship, just interacting), and I'm glad it turned out how I wanted it to! 
1430597 As I said before, I feel that RariPie is "hard mode" of shipping. Two complete opposites, with their only similarity being they enjoy social gatherings (albeit very different ones). This is obviously not the best one out there (by far), but I like to think I've done a respectable job so far!
1430737 It's all in the proper drink that you are drinkin'. You drink what I was drinking, homemade raspberry lemoncello, and things get wild. Go with something stupid like a few cans of Four Loco, and you end up taking a dump on your keyboard.
1430928 The suspense is killing us all...
1431171 A viewpoint shared by myself. I think I would rank this as my #2 ship, or at least in my top 5
1431177 As of this typing, it's now 97:2, with some feedback, so read it already!! Also, since you have a sword, find those two, and hunt them down like the rodents they are!!!!
1431321 Your wishes have been granted apparently, for as I posted at the beginning of this, it already has!
But yeah, serious thanks for the complements. I really try to make sure that my spelling and grammar is well done, even if the story sucks (not implying this one sucks).
1431470 You were not surprised, and thanks!!!
1431669 This was actually one of the lines I wrote while blackout drunk. I don't remember writing it, but I'm glad my sloshed self thought of it!
1432405 I hear you there. I realized that it was going to sound slightly misleading, but thankfully, the character tags made it a little more clear. Obviously, the title comes from the very last lines Pinkie and Rarity share with each other in this chapter. I was debating another title like "Caught in the Rain" or "Despondent White", but those sounded... weird
That said, I don't like ships with the alicorns at all (the whole ancient pony shipping with a normal one), but I digress.
1432445 I'm glad it turned out that way, and not to the point of icky sappiness
1432571 ... Sorry, but I can't think of an original response to this. Maybe... take your insulin because you now have diabeetus?
1432604 It's funny. Rarity is my 2nd least favorite of the mane six (Applejack takes that title). However, if you look at my stories, you see that she's shipped in more of my stories than any of the other ponies out there. MADNESS I TELL YOU!!
1432755 Nah, my huge and epic adventure is the other story I'm writing. Btw, shameless self advertising ftw!
1432867 That's an interesting quote. If you were to ask anyone today, I would assume that they would say things like "dude... smoke weed" or "take acid" or other drugs like that, rather than drinking, but hey, who am I to argue with a quote!
And once again, thank you all that commented on this sucker! I like to think that this is proof that I read every single one of them, and actually try to think about everything you say!
Nice Story +1 Feature Box Brother Brohoof /)
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Why? I don't have-*flop*
1432963 You're welcome! And I was happy to help!
Anytime, man! 
Congrats on the story doing so well!
Hmm... I had little pony emocons all over my last post, yet they didn't display... hmm...
1432974 \o/ Ain't gonna lie though, I never understood the /) or (\ for a "brohoof". I've looked, and I gotta tell ya, looks nothing like it
1432997 ... Well... this is an awkward situation...
1433111 What? The whole "I'm having a panic attack" sort of situation? Yeah... yeah it's funny. Either way, I just wanna take a second to congratulate you on your story doing better than mine
1433533 Anytime? Alright then. Christmas morning, I'll have five stories for you to edit!
1433610 XD All right, can do!
1432963 I will my master...
After I find the 7 who did to my story
You're the new MallaJong: creating ships that have never been done before, and somehow making it work.
I like this very much.
ah buck it. i have been reading to many dark/tragady stories lately. lets have a story shipping my former favorite pony (
) with my former least favorite pony(
).
tracking with interest.
1434148 Too many dark fics? I hear ya, time for some HAPPINESS!!
This story is so adorable! I rarely see Raripie ship fics, and ths is done really well. I love it!
It needs to update soon!!!!!
Lols... This is such a sweet story.
I bet reading this would trigger RD's gag reflex so many times.
1434275 I really do wish stories worked that way for me but he closest a story has got me to feeling something was a deep depression ... ah well
What a beautiful story. You certainly have a way with words and I have never seen a PinkiexRarity fic before so I'm definetely gonna keep track of this!
Raritie? Pinkity? Certainly not a very common ship, and one I have a bit of trouble believing, but the story is interesting. Favorited!
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I seem to remember pony emoticons don't show up if you have too many of them. Though I cannot remember for the life of me how many is too many.
TEST:
EDIT: Okay, the max is twenty.
1429770 Seems legit.
I have the biggest Chick boner ever.
"A sudden shift from her partner, followed by a gentle rub of Rarity forelegs against her own brought her eyes open again,"
I believe it should be "Rarity's forelegs."
I have to say, I am VERY impressed with how you write Pinkie Pie (and her thoughts). You make her in character, and being peppy and thinking like Pinkie Pie, all while being a serious and well handled character. You took a serious situation and a typically not-so-serious pony and melded them together very well.
Darling, you've captured why I love Pinkie. She always knows just what a pony needs and doesn't need, she is always smiling and willing to help, and this line. "Rarity must have had an exceptionally large soul, with paintings and throw rugs and pretty little knickknacks hung all over the place." That Pinkie logic is wonderful.
Please continue drinking heavily if it causes you to write this well. 
I will be awaiting updates with baited breath.
Ciao
Hmm... So I've realized that this story has almost as many trackers as some of my other stories have views... sweet merciful God, what has liquor done to me!?
1433624 Thankfully, I've started to calm down from the near panic-attack I was starting to have. I mean, it's only a few hundred people that are tracking this story now that are now going to judge how my future work is going to turn out and whether it is good or a useless pile of garbage causing them to wield pitchforks and clubs and knives and OH GOD HELP ME!!!
1433852 By the way, each of them is as long as Fallout: Equestria ended up being...
1433990 I now have 9, so I'm starting to think that they are the same mopey people that go around spamming dislikes because... umm... insanity?
1434060 Heh, well, most of his stories (if not all) were all Spike shipping with someone else (or himself in one case). Of course, I don't plan on getting banned from this site either, so there's that
1434148 Pinkie Pie is your former favorite pony? Blasphemy!!! Pinkie Pie is forever best pony, and any argument against that is instantly invalid.
1434275 Yay for happy fictions! Dark ones are alright (except gore. I can't do gore), but I get numb to them after a while.
1434332 As I said before, I feel RariPie is hard mode of shipping. Of course, I think most ships with Rarity are harder than normal (with the exception of Spike of course), but that's just me.
1434600 Please, if she saw this fiction, she would gag sure, but then she would turn around and blackmail Rarity with it a heartbeat later.
1434610 For me, it's not quite that. Whenever I see a sad fic, I do actually feel sad (some have actually made me shed tears). When I read a over-the-top happy/romantic fic (if it is well written), I do feel happy. If I read a clop fic, I feel... umm... well... nevermind.
1434681 I myself have only seen one other RariPie story out there, and frankly, I think it was better done. Still, I'm satisfied with how this one turned out.
1434901 Heh, and that is why I think this ship is hard mode. It's NOT a pair that would really ever get together except in the strangest of situations. Still... I can believe... right?
1435638 Good to know! Sweet! Thanks for the info. Sadly, that means I can't spam the emocons all over my comment to each person. I now have to be very selective with who I give them to...
1435813 ... I... umm... well... glad you liked it then...
1435995 Yikes! Looks like one was overlooked! Fixed it now! And thanks a lot. I do like the whole "partial 3rd person/pony" perspective that I typically do. It's 3rd person, but the narrator is more inside JUST one character's head, and not the others. I think Game of Thrones did this, but I never read them...
1436082 Thanks for the complements, though my liver is crying at the prospect of your suggestion...
1436871 Really? O: Whoa! That's crazy!
1436969 I regret nothing!
1436971 And they're all in Russian
1436978 XD No problem, I have a friend who's Mother tongue is Russian, so he can translate them for me!
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Hm...I don't know if you'd mind giving out the name of the other RariPie shipfic you've mentioned a couple of times? If you remember it?
Though I can see why you might not want to distract your readers from your own story. If that's the case, sorry.
1437059 Well... umm... I use Hebrew at times as well!
1437131 Psh. I'm surprised that nobody really thought of it themselves. It's Donny's Boy's Seeking Beauty. Damn good story.
1437147 Shoot! Guess I'll go take some college Hebrew classes or something.
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Ah hah. That was somewhere within the 250 or so fics within my to read list. I shall now mentally move that higher on the list. Thank you, good sir.
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The only reason I list Pinkie as a former favourite is because she's currently wrestling with Luna, Rarity, Lyra, Derpy and Octavia for top place, so I stuck all six as joint second as a compromise.
...well this is an unusual pairing, but cute so far! Looking forward to more. =3