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// Wait… gloves!? - CosmicAfro 
// Story: May - 2012 (T.W.G.) 
// by The Writer's Group 
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Author: CosmicAfro


Prompt: Rarity makes gloves, but nopony knows what to use them for.


Title: Wait… gloves!?




Bon-Bon meandered down Ponyville market, searching shops for an interesting item to replace the surprise for her marefriend accidentally ruined this morning. While Caramell was a nice stallion, his clumsiness was something to be admired. Wiping her mind clear of just how somepony could trip backwards three times and smash the new lyre frame, she continued her trek.
“Well that’s great, Rarity. What exactly… is it?” Bon-bon eavesdropped from a distance, pretending to be interested in the lemon stand. The voice sounded like that one very timid mare whose name escaped her at the moment.
“Well, Fluttershy, it’s a glove.”
Right, that was it, Fluttershy.
“What’s it for? I can’t imagine anypony needing one.”
“Well,” she rebuttled with her air of regality, “it’s for a new client, Iron Will.”
“Oh, how is he?” Fluttershy asked with a voice of actual concern. 
“He’s fine, his business is still doing well. What I find particularly interesting is that he only ordered one glove and I made two. I just don’t know what to do with the other!”
“Can’t you send him the other one?”
“Unfortunately, unlike hoof-boots, thumbs are on different sides of the hand, dear.”
Hearing enough, Bon-Bon approached the two chatty mares. “Excuse me, Rarity?”
“Oh, Bon-Bon? Is that you?”
“Yes.” She quickly reminded herself to greet her pegasus companion. “Hey Fluttershy.”
“Oh… uhm… hi.”
“So, that… glove. Could that be used with instruments?”
The elegant fashionista levitated up the solid white hand cover and extended her lower lip with a hoof to her chin, deep in thought. “I’m not sure how you mean, dear.”
“Well, Lyra has been down lately because there are only so many chords she can make with one stroke of a hoof. This might be just the thing I’m looking for.”
“I think it’s a lovely idea,” The butter-yellow pegasus meekly replied, “I think it would work well for somepony with Lyra’s talents.”
“Well, I don’t see how I could say no to that.”
Bon-Bon held out a hoof, ready to swipe the glove out of mid-air, but Rarity drifted it slightly back. “But I also need to pay for the expenses, dearie.”
Of course… she might be the element of generosity, but she still drove hard bargains.
“How much?”
“Five thousand bits.”
“FIVE THOUS-“ slapping a hoof over her mouth, the candy-flank mare retried, “five thousand!?”
“Well of course! It was made of only the finest silk interwoven with fresh clouds imported all the way from the jungles of the Mareazon! To demand any less would be criminal.”
“It’s a flimsy piece of cloth!”
“Well then I don’t see why you’d want it then.”
Well… that was a b#$^#.
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She opened the door slowly, empty hoofed for the anniversary. But, what she found was a room lit entirely with candles with rose petals littered about the floor.
“Oh my, what’s this?” 
Out from the hallway across the room, her partner waltzed out on her hind legs, wearing a skimpy skin tight outfit. 	
“It’s our anniversary… and I saw the smashed Lyre hidden in the trash and you at the market arguing with Rarity. So… I stole it.”
“Oh, but what would we use a glove for?” she asked, seductively.
“Let’s find out…”