//------------------------------// // Everything Doesn't Go As Expected // Story: L.I.P: Rarity's Little Scout // by PegasYs //------------------------------// Rarity had it built within a day and a half. The dark metal casings fit snuggly on my wings, but were surprisingly comfortable and easy to put on and get off. The barding was made of a much stronger material than our old vests, and had metal plating for protection. The headset looked kind of ridiculous, but would be very beneficial when we were flying at high altitudes with heavy wind and who knows what other kind of weather. Spike was polishing the armor when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Rarity, who was welding something in the corner, turned around to see who the visitor was. In walked a lavender unicorn mare. She had purple hair with highlights, and a rather pronounced forehead. Spike ran up to the newcomer and wrapped his arms around her. Rarity came to greet her warmly. “Welcome, Twilight. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to come all the way up to Canterlot, but I could really use your help.” Twilight saw me, and gave a sheepish smile. I nodded in acknowledgement. She turned back to Rarity. “It was no trouble at all, Rarity. I had some business that I had to care of hear in town anyways. I have to keep up with Shining Armor every once and a while, you know.” She smirked, and Rarity laughed. What was this unicorn’s relation to Shining Armor? The royal guards and the Storm Scouts were very friendly with each other, as we were both in charge of the safety of Equestria. I knew Shining Armor quite well. The lavender mare came up to me, and offered her hoof in greeting, “Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle. Whom do I have the pleasure of making my acquaintance today?” “Scout, Wayward Scout. You are the magician Rarity requested to enchant the barding?” She nodded. “Shouldn’t be a problem. Just a few controlled levitation spells, and a telecommunication spell for the head piece, as well as some airlock spells for storm protection. I’ll have it ready in a snap.” Rarity interjected, “Um, Twilight, a teensy problem. We also have to make and enchant five more of them after we get this one approved by the safety administration at the Storm Scouts’ base.” My turn to speak. “That won’t be necessary. After we get it approved, our designers will be able to recreate the rest of them to the specifications of the original. So long as you inform them of the specific enchantments you administer.” “Great, then let’s get to work. Mr. Scout, I would appreciate it if you would please put on the suit. It will be a lot easier to enchant if it is being worn by the pony that will be using it regularly.” Her horn began to glow in preparation. I put on the suit and the barding, and she began administering spells to the armor. It was a strange sensation, like an abnormal heat washing over my body. Rarity and I were standing in the hallway of the office building of the Storm Scouts, just outside the door to the safety department. Rarity was pacing back and forth, going over her lines quite loudly. I waited impatiently for them to allow us to enter. We had tested the armor the day before, and it had performed optimally. I felt myself able to fly in any given direction without even flapping my wings so much as once every few minutes. I was able to control everything fine and the headset I had used to talk to Rarity on the ground had sent and received messages loud and clear. As a bonus, the display also monitored things like altitude, air pressure, wind speed, and velocity. I was starting to get a little annoyed with her, so I turned to her and grunted loudly. “Would you give it a rest for just a few minutes?” “Oh, pardon me for wanting this to go perfectly. Do you even realize what this could do for my career?” She gave me an overly dramatic look, then continued pacing. “Don’t get your saddlebags in a twist, everything will be fine. You’re forgetting, I’m the Wayward Scout.” She rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you go tie a knot somewhere, little Buck Scout.” “Get off your high horse. You’re just like every other Canterlot noble, you think you’re better than every other pony because you have money, you don’t know how to get their hooves dirty, and you care too much about your precious clothing.” If I wasn’t going to be her model, I think she might’ve brohoofed my face. She gave me an evil stare down, and opened her mouth, about to shout more obscenities at me just as the door opened. A pale yellow pony walked out. “Mr. Scout, we’re ready to see you.” She walked right past me, whipping me in the face with her tail. I grumbled, and walked in after her. We were in a whitewashed room, the floors slick and smooth, glowing under the fluorescent lights. At one end of the room, there was a long table where the counselors of the Storm Scout safety administration sat, watching us come into the middle of the floor before them. Rarity gave out a small squeak sound as the stallion in the middle of the table, an old orange pegasus, leaned over and started writing down something on his notepad. She looked toward me, with wide, nervous eyes. I kicked on the suits enchantments. A warm sensation came over me once more as I felt the magic envelope the barding. “Well, Miss Rarity, We’re waiting.” The head stallion’s eyes rested on me, looking over the contraption that fit my body like a second skin. I have to hand it to Rarity; she really did know how to use her hooves when it came to finer things like sewing and fitting. She cleared her throat. “Hello, Gentlecolts. What stands before you is the epitome of weather control technology. Why have a simple pony running the weather, when you can make a pegasus into a well-oiled machine. This suit will change the history of weather control for Equestria for years to come.” She was making really dramatic hand gestures, and all in all milking it a little bit. “The suit itself is made of strong synthetic silk, strong enough to resist moisture, wind, and intense heat. It is also designed to stay cool and not to cause any drag. The wing sleeves are made of simple aluminum, but I think you’ll find their more than just for show. With the help of magical unicorn enchantments, the Storm Scouts will be able to fly gracefully, without doing damage to their bodies with the prolonged strain of constantly flapping the wings. As my assistant will now demonstrate.” I lifted into the air, without the power of my wings, and hung there for a good 10 seconds before returning to the ground. Everypony in the room began jotting notes, but kept silent. I nodded to Rarity, and she continued. “Not only will they be able to fly smoothly in any kind of conditions, the Storm Scouts will now have a heads up display of all the information they need, wind speed, atmospheric pressure, as well as anything else required for the job. The headsets also come with built in magic telecommunications, so the pegasi will be able to talk over the wind without having to shout, or break formation.” She had finished her speech. The room was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. The headstallion leaned back in his chair, and it creaked, breaking the thick silence. “Thank you Miss Rarity. Escort them out of here, will you, Dijon?” The pegasus who led us in forced us out of the conference room, and back into the hallway. Rarity walked slowly next to me. Her lower jaw was hanging open. She just stared blankly ahead of her. It wasn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting from the safety ponies either, but I knew that it was her fault for milking it so much. She just walked out the door, and headed down the hall to the exit. We walked into the dressing room back at the boutique. Spike had gone out for some reason, and Twilight was gone as well. Rarity slammed the door behind her she cantered up to me, and pressed her face close into mine, with pure rage in her eyes. “How could you let that happen!?” “Me! You’re the one who milked it and made it into a bucking fashion show!” There was NO way she was going to blame this on me! “Oh, no! If you hadn’t been so stoic and actually made it a performance, we would have had it in the bag!” “You know, why don’t you just go back to Ponyville, and be where at least somepony doesn’t believe you’re nothing more than a pampered bitch!” She stopped, and closed her mouth shut. “What say, we go our separate ways before one of us does something they will regret.” She spoke through closed teeth. “I think you’ll do something you regret first.” My voice had become a low growl. “On the contrary, I believe it shall most certainly be YOU who will do something YOU will regret.” Her hot breath was blowing into my face, and I nickered loudly. “I’m not doing anything.” “Nor am I!” She stared at me, her pupils no more than pinpoints. I waited for what was coming for me, waited for her hoof to connect with my face. What met me instead was something I was completely caught off guard from. Rarity’s lips pressed against mine, and her hooves came up to wrap around my back. I stumbled backward, completely startled by the action. She broke away, and looked at me, breathing heavily. Not what I had expected. I didn’t think, my mind didn’t let me. I leaned forward and connected my muzzle with hers, as she reared back on her hind hooves. I pushed toward the edge of the room, with a hard thump as her backside connected with the wall. She let out a really strange breathing noise in ecstasy. I couldn’t stop myself; I was overpowered by instinct and anger. I wrapped my forelegs around her waist, and pulled her in close to my body. Her whole underbelly was warm, almost hot to the touch, I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She was making light moaning sounds through our connected mouths. She rested her hooves on my flanks, and started pulling my pelvis closer to hers. She suddenly broke away, pulling her lips away from mine, and landed on her hooves. She walked passed me and whipped my backside with her tail. I followed after her. When I came within range of the podium I had spent too many hours standing on, she pushed me with her forelegs onto my back, sprawled on the stand. She walked over to the door, seductively shaking her flanks. She locked the bolt on the door with her teeth, and walked back over to me, with a kind of angry/aroused look on her face. Eyup, this wasn’t exactly going where I had originally thought.