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// A Generous Proposition - Kavonde 
// Story: July - 2012 (T.W.G.) 
// by The Writer's Group 
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Author: Kavonde
Prompt: You work as a telephone conversation screener for the CIA (Celestia’s Intelligence Agency). Your job is to listen in on ponies’ talking. You overhear the conversation of a mare calling from a bar payphone.
Title: A Generous Proposition



Brrrrrring.  Brrrrrring.  Brrrrrring.
"Hello?"
" ... "
"... Hello?"
" ... "
"... Hello?  Is anypony there?"
" ... "
"Hrmph.  I do not appreciate being crank called.  I'll have you know that I can trace this line.  I shall find you, and you shall regret harassing Prince Blueblood in this manner."
"You have a sexy voice."
"... Uh.  Pardon?"
"I said... I said, you have a sexy voice."
"... Thank you?"
"What are you wearing?"
"... Who is this?"
"Shh.  Shh.  Doesn't matter.  Doesn't matter.  What are you wearing?"
"... Seriously, who is this?"
"You know me."
"I'm afraid I don't.  You certainly sound attractive, if very, very drunk, but... "
"You remember me.  I know you do.  From, from the party."
"... My dear, you're going to have to be a bit more specific."
"From... from the Gala!  You remember?  We were, we were at the Gala.  There was singing, and, and... and cake, and animals running around... "
"... Rarity?"
"You remember me!"
" ... "
"... Do you ever think about me?  I think about you.  Like, all the time."
"... Not... particularly?"
"I think about... how, for, for years, I just wanted to... to rip off your tuxedo, to run my hooves through your mane... "
"Uh... "
"... to... to have you just rip open my dress, to take me right there, right in front of everypony, right in the middle of the Gala.  Just... just take me in your hooves and, and, bend me right over the buffet table, and... "
" ... "
" ... "
"... Miss Rarity?"
"Hm?"
"You, uh... you sort of trailed off, there."
"Huh?  What?"
"You were, uh... you were.  Describing.  Things."
".... Who is this?"
"What?"
"Who is this?"
"Prince Blueblood."
"What?!  Why are you calling me?!"
"What?  I didn't-"
"I cannot stand you!  You arrogant, stuck-up, worthless excuse for a gentlecolt!  How dare you call me?!"
"I didn't!  You called me!"
"And why would I do that?!"
"You... I don't know!  You were just... describing... uh, how you wanted me to, uh... take you.  At the Gala.  In front of everypony."
"WHAT?!  You disgusting pervert!"
"What?!"
"You sicken me!  The thought of you even putting one of your strong... perfectly ponicured hooves... around my waist... and just... "
"Miss Rarity!"
"Huh?  What?"
" ... I... damn it, what are you doing?"
"What is who what?"
"What?"
"Huh?"
" ... "
" ... "
" ... I'm going to hang up, now."
"... Wanna come over?"
"... I live in Canterlot."
"I'm in Canterlot.  At a, at a bar.  I think.  Maybe it's a party.  But they keep giving me these wonderful drinks, and... "
"Miss Rarity?"
"Yes?"
"Drink some water."
Click.
"... Hello?  Prince Blueblood?  ... Hello?  ... Did you hang up?  ... Oh.  Okay.  Well, I didn't want to sleep with you anyway!  I didn't want to... didn't want to tear my dress off, and press myself against your broad, muscular chest, and, and feel your heartbeat against mine, and, and feel you... '
" ... "
" ... And feel you... um... "
"Don't stop!"
"Wha- Who is this?"
"Uh.  Ponyfeathers.  Cut the line!  No, just cut the-"
"... Hello?"
Buzzzzzzz...