Lockdown - a series of Equestria Girls Short Stories

by Ron Jeremy Pony

Designing, Inspiring, and Telling

The entire inspiration room was practically wrecked.  Rarity looked at the bolts of fabric that lay haphazardly around the room.  She sighed, it would be a bit to clean up, but then it was to be expected.  She heard footsteps and saw Coco.  She smiled at her friend/business partner and Coco gave her a wave as she walked into the room.

“Wow, there was certainly a number done on the inspiration room,” Coco stated as she picked up a bolt of white fabric that needed to be dyed.

“Yes, there certainly was,” she said under her breath.  She looked toward the stairs of her home, “Sweetie Belle, darling, would you mind to come here for a moment?”

A few moments passed and finally a very exhausted looking Sweetie Belle managed to make her way into the inspiration room.  She looked at it, groaned, and then turned her eyes toward Rarity.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that they had made such a mess.  Button is usually really good with keeping them from getting too out of hand.”

Rarity sighed, “It’s fine.  I’m not exactly angry.  Unsettled, disappointed, absolutely certain that I will not finish my work on time, but not exactly angry.”

Sweetie walked forward and began helping to pick up the fabric, “I’m really sorry Rarity.  We’d be out of your hair, but we’re restricted to staying here in Canterlot City until the lockdown is over.”

Rarity sighed, “I know,” she said as she began to help clean up, “And I understand that it isn’t your children’s fault either.  I don’t even blame Button Mash.  I understand that he does have his work to do as well.”

Sweetie nodded, “He does.  It’s great that he can do it remotely, and it’s even better that the gaming company is letting him write the lore for the games from here.  I know that it can be time consuming, but I’ve got a career that’s been put on hold too.”

Rarity nodded, “I know, and I feel absolutely proud that you managed to get a recording deal,” she looked at her sister, “But as you said at the moment it’s on hold.  Perhaps you could spend more time with my nephew and niece?”

Sweetie nodded, “I really should anyway.”

The sound of smaller footsteps caught Rarity’s attention and she turned to see her little nephew and niece walking into the room.  Her niece looked at the room, stopped, and began to stick out her lower lip.  There was absolutely no denying that she was of the same stock as Sweetie Belle and herself.  She looked at the little girl, with her soft caramel colored skin, and light purple hair.  Her eyes, which were similar to Button’s more so than Sweetie Belles, began to wet with what Rarity liked to call stage tears.

“Arpeggio Octave Mash, do not even attempt the puppy eyes,” Rarity said.

The little girl stopped, looked at the floor, “It’s not my fault,” she said, “Joystick wanted to play in here.”

Rarity looked at the little boy who was looking at his sister.  Arpeggio herself was five, a very gifted little girl, and easily one of the smartest children she had ever met.  Joystick, who was an off white, much like Sweetie Belle, had a shock of orange hair, and a set of beautiful blue eyes, was barely three years old.  He was sweet, clever, every so interested in Sesame Street, and from what she had seen not someone that exactly wanted to do anything on his own.  Could he have wanted to play in her inspiration room, perhaps, but the likely one was Arpeggio.

“Joystick, did you want to play in here?”

The little boy looked at her, and then back at his sister.  Rarity touched his shoulder, “I’m asking you dear, not your sister.”

He looked at her, “I wanna watch Big Bird, but sissy said, sissy said, sissy…  she said we needa go exploring.”

“You tattler!” Arpeggio shouted.

Joystick turned on his heels to run, but Rarity caught him, “It’s okay,” she looked at Arpeggio, “Why would you shout at your little brother?  He simply told me the truth, and you were trying to throw him under the bus, so to speak.”

Arpeggio looked at the floor, “Do I gotta help clean?”

Rarity smiled, “Yes, I believe it would be wise for you to do so.  Go help your mother, and Joystick can help to.”

She looked at the little boy, who was wearing a red Big Bird shirt diapers, and a set of mismatched socks.  A small part of her wanted to correct the socks before anything else, but she left that alone.  It was likely they had just gotten up, snuck out of their room, and managed to make it down stairs before Button Mash realized what was going on.

Arpeggio, who was dressed in a soft lavender sleeping gown Rarity had made for her, seemed less willing to help than her brother who stumbled forward and tried to help his mother pick up the bolts of fabric off of the floor.

“Why do I gotta help clean?!” she said her voice taking on a whining tone.

“Rarity looked at her, “Arpeggio, do not take on that tone with me.  There is no reason for you to whine.”

Her niece looked up at her, “I’m not whining, I’m complaining, this is whining!  I don’t wanna clean! All of this is messy and it will stain my nightgown!  Everything is disorganized and I’m afraid that I will chip a nail!”

Rarity looked at her, “Darling, while your attempt is noteworthy I have years of experience in complaints and whining on you. Now, go ahead, help clean, or you can kiss ice cream for dessert goodbye for the rest of your stay here.”

With that Arpeggio rushed forward to help clean.  It took a far shorter time than she had thought it would.  Especially after Button Mash managed to wake up, walk down stairs, see the group of them cleaning, looked at his children, and then pitched in to help as well.  There are a multitude of things that could be said about Sweetie’s husband, but none of them could really be considered bad.  Once the inspiration room was cleaned both Joystick and Arpeggio wandered off to the kitchen.  Behind them Sweetie and Button followed.  Rarity looked at Button and gave him a knowing look.  He nodded, and she was glad that he understood our silent agreement.  He was to cook.

Sweetie was a wonderful sister, talented songstress, fantastic model for some of my clothing lines, but at the end of the day she was still a terrible cook.  Rarity was very happy that Love Tap had taught Button how to cook, and that he actually did very well in the kitchen.  Granted his clean up needed some touch ups, but all in all he was as good of a cook as she was.  With the room cleaned, organized to the chaos that she thrived in, Coco and Rarity sat upon our newest fashion line.

It was meant for a more utilitarian client than most of my work.  The line was for uniforms normally reserved for Private Security Contractors.  As she focused on the task at hand Coco and Rarity looked over the various designs already out in the world.  Most of which seemed very drab, but understandably it was for a security firm.  She looked at the Company’s own colors, and she was relieved to see that they had red, black, and white.  Working with that would allow a pleasant aesthetic to what could normally be considered a very plain uniform.

After three hours the idea for the uniform was taking shape.  A white shirt, with black flaps for the welt pockets.  The black pants would be red lined, and of course there would be a wonderful red tie with black stripes.  After admiring the design, and deciding that it looked the best we began on prototype.  Rarity had no sooner finished putting the finishing touches on it when her cell phone began to ring.  

She excused myself, and suggested that Coco may want to take a break as well.  She stepped away, answered the phone, and she was greeted with Honored Glory’s face.  Rarity smiled as she looked into the eyes of the man that had managed to capture her heart.

“Honored, I’m so glad to see you!”

He smiled, his soft gray skin glistened with what was obviously sweat.  She could see his cropped charcoal black hair, and his soft blue eyes looked happy.

“I’m glad to see you too Rares.  I hate that the lockdown happened before I could get back.  I was home less than a month ago for Silent’s funeral, but I had to report back in.”

She smiled at him, “I understand, although if you’re calling then there’s obviously something admiss, would you care to clue me in on it?”

He grinned, “Well actually I just wanted to call and tell you that I love you, but yeah there is something else.  Apparently we’re gearing for monitoring state boundaries.  So I’ll still be able to make calls, but it might be a little later than usual.”

She nodded, “Of course,” she smiled, “You have been missing quite a collection of chaos here.”

He laughed, “Oh, I can imagine.  How are the two rugrats?”

She smiled, “They’re good.  Arpeggio seems to have taken to trying to talk her way out of trouble by looking quite contrite.”

He smiled and shook his head, “Sounds like she’s learning to act like her mom and aunt,” he looked at her, “I miss you Rares.”

She blew a kiss to the screen, “And I miss you.”

He stood there a moment, “Rares, are you alone?”

She nodded, “At the moment yes,” she raised an eyebrow, “Why do you ask?”

He grinned, “Want to text me a picture of the girls?”

She rolled her eyes, “really?”

He laughed, “Only if you really want to, but if not then it’s fine.”

She sighed, looked around, and unbuttoned her top. She unsnapped the front of her bra, and her breasts, which was she very proud of, popped free.  She then took a picture of them, and then at the same she texted the picture while letting Honored get a nice look.  She then snapped her bra, buttoned her top, and looked at Honored, “Okay, I’ve sent your lewd little photo.  Just so you know I would like one of you, later as well.”

He smiled, “I’ll make sure that it happens.  I’ve got to go.  I love you.  Maybe when I get home we can work on cousins for our niece and nephew.”

She smiled at him, “I love you too, but please don’t get your hopes up.  You do remember what the doctor said.”

His wonderful smile never faded.  Instead he looked at her, “Rarity, sweetheart, you know me, and you know that I take the long shots.  If I didn’t then I would have never talked to a wonderful girl that was way out of my league.  Okay, I really got to go, Love you.”

She smiled, “I love you too,” and she waited until he hung up.

She looked toward the doorway and saw Sweetie standing there, “How’s Honored doing?”

She smiled, “Well enough, so how long were you standing there?”

Sweetie grinned, “Long enough to see that you did the same thing I sometimes do for Button.”

She neared her sister, “You know, there’s some great doctors that my agent knows.  If you really want to go for it.  I can make a few calls.  I’m sure that they can get you in.”

Rarity smiled at her, “That would be wonderful darling, although I doubt that I will allow myself to get my hopes up too much.”

She laughed, “In truth, I’ve been considering the idea for a while of asking Honored how he would feel about fostering and adoption.”

Sweetie Smiled at her, “Really?”

She nodded, “Absolutely.  It would be an ordeal, I’m certain, but it would be one that I am sure we could overcome.  Plus, if we did have a baby they would have a brother or sister already here.”

Sweetie smiled, “You’re a generous woman sis, but ummm, maybe you should talk to a few Foster parents before you do it.”