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// 3: Carosel Boutique 
// Story: A Cynical Pony 
// by TwiPON3 
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Sunday 25 March 2018 10:30, Carousel Boutique, Daria Morgendorffer's POV




"Rarity?" Twilight called as we all walked in.
"Yes, Darling!" a pony with a transatlantic English accent said, walking over to us, "What can I-- WHAT in Celestia's name are you wearing!? It's so... SEVERE!"
"Gee. Thanks, Quinn," I said, even itchier, "Now, you just need to grow orange hair, stand on two legs, and walk everywhere, wearing a designer outfit and makeup."
"Rarity," a feminine voice said from what looked like a dressing room, "Do you think Dissy would like it?"
What stepped out of the dressing room made everything else that I've seen within the past hour look normal.
"What the hell?" The creature that came out of the dressing room had a head that was vaguely shaped like a horse's, white hair, a deer antler on the right of her head, a blue goat horn on the left, a small fang, red pupils on yellow eyes. Her left arm looked like a lion's, her right one looked like an eagle's claw, her left leg looked like a lizard's, and her right leg looked like a goat leg. She had a pair of mismatched wings: the one on the left was feathery, while the one on the right resembled a bat wing. She had a snake's tail with a gray tuft, and her body, more or less, resembled a large snake's, "Am I still safe?"
"Who?" the one who must've been Rarity said
"Her... that... I don't know!"
"Eris?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, I don't bite," Eris said before laughing, "I just like to cause some mischief every now and then."
I held my hands hooves up to my face, but nothing happened.
"What?" she replied.
"What are you?"
"I'm a draconequus," she looked at me, then walked in a circle around me, "What kind of pony are you?"
"I'm a human."
"Darling, you simply must tell me your name," Rarity said before cringing a little bit.
Oh, God. What is this?
"Daria Morgendorffer."
"What's with the things on your face?" Eris asked.
"I need them to see. Can we get this over with? My clothes are itching like hell," I said, walking to a stool and sitting down.
I don't know which is worse: this fur or the fact that I'm getting new clothes made for me. From a dress shop.
"Daria... is it?"
"No. It's Darlene."
"Yes, well. The first thing that I have to do," she got a fabric ruler, "is to measure you."
"The jacket is large, the shirt is medium, and the skirt makes it halfway to my knees. Can we move on now?"
"You can go into the dressing room and slide your clothes under the door so I can get to work on some more pony-friendly clothes for you."
"Okay," I said, going into the dressing room.