//------------------------------// // Chapter 215 - The Glamorous Depot // Story: Dadonequus Discord (Book 2) // by CrazedLaughter //------------------------------// There it was, the Carousel Boutique, or from what you both could see, the Glamorous Depot. It was wider than the Boutique, almost like a circus tent, but in hut form. Each corner of the hut was held by stone pillars however, with the roof being made of a giant crafted gem that somehow didn’t come down and crush the place due to its weight. And then there was the sign hanging overhead that displayed the name. Yona narrowed her eyes towards it as yaks leisurely came in and out of the depot. “What this? This don’t seem very yak like” “Well, it Rarity. What do you expect? Even as yak, she gotta be classy.” You replied as you looked at the sign. “But this place does seem to be place to buy tools. Wait, how we buy tools with no money?” You then tapped at your head, to note your missing horn to yourself. “And without magic to summon money.” “Buy?” Said a squeaky voice from beside you. “Anon, why are you always thinking you’re so great? Buy? You can’t afford any of my sister’s tools, nocreature can. It’s why we lend it out for free, and only charge for repairs. Sheesh, ‘buy’, you’re lucky I’m nice, or I’d tell the other yaks you tried to buy one of my sister’s tools.” W-was...Was that Sweetie Belle? As a Yak? Her fucking fur was so prim, poofy, and proper, that she looked more like a horned poodle than a yak. Also, why is she talking so good? “Sweetie Belle?! That you? Wait? Why you talk good?” “What do you mean 'talk good’? I’m talking like a pony right now instead of a yak because we have a trip tomorrow to actually sell some of our wares to their royalty, I have to keep up my speech practice.  Are you insulting yaks, Anon? Are you saying we don’t talk good? You're a yak too, you know?” Sweetie Belle angrily asked as she narrowed her eyes towards you. Yona gasped. “Anon! You don’t think yak talk good?!” FUCKKKKK! WHAT IS THIS BACKWARDS ASS SHIT! FUCK YOU, SWEETIE BELLE! EVEN AS A YAK, YOU’RE SHIIIIT! “Um… M-me yak too, me only joking. If Anon was serious, Anon not talk like yak.” You said, sweating, grinning a nervous smile. “....Hmm, I guess that’s true. Anyway, if Yona is with you, then you have to be here for something important. I bet it has to do with the wall. Am I right?” Sweetie Belle asked, hoping she was right about her guess. Yona nodded. “That right.” “Yay!” Sweetie Belle hopped with excitement. And despite being a yak, she landed as dainty as a dandelion. When she turned around, you noticed even her tail was a purple and white little poof. She began to sprint towards Rarity, who was sitting behind a circular counter in the center of the depot. The hut was packed with yaks looking around, and tons of tools, food, and instruments like the yovidaphone. All on display neatly on the outer circle of the hut. “Rarity, guess what! I managed to guess what our customers wanted! Can I get their tools? Please, pretty please?!” “Good job, Sweetie Belle!” Rarity said, and oh boy, she was actually damned small herself, yet her fur was just as prim and proper as her mane would be when she was a pony. She was also practically shining, like a diamond. “Of course you can, they’re your customers, after all.” “M-m-my customers?!” Sweetie Belle gasped as her eyes shined, her tail swishing about. “Wow! I-I… Wait… Erm, what… Oh no. I actually don’t know what they need, I forgot to ask what job they were assigned.” Sweetie Belle said as she began to mope, her ears drooping, feeling she failed. “Sweetie Belle, darling, please don’t fret. You can simply ask them, it’s not the end of the world if you make one mistake. You’re still a little yak. Once you become a big yak, or even better, learn the trade as well as I have, then you’ll be the best tradesyak.” “T-thanks, R-rarity…” Sweetie Belle said as she began to tear up. She then immediately hid her face and wiped her tears as she began to whisper to herself. “Don’t cry. Yaks don’t cry. Ngh… Okay, okay, got it!” She then took a deep breath and walked over to the both of you. “So, um, what job were you two assigned?” “Wall duty. We need strong mallets to pound in logs” Yona answered, then gave Sweetie Belle a big encouraging smile. “And you doing good job, Yona already feel satisfied.” You said nothing at first, feeling you didn’t have to. But then you let out a yelp as Yona gave you a kick. Really? To her? After that? “Y-yeah, you doing good job.” Sweetie Belle span around, giggling childishly. “Yay! Thank you! Okay, I’ll go get your mallets! They’re really strong too, so they’ll never break! So hold on a second, please!” Yona nodded, letting Sweetie Belle run off to sift through the tool boxes at the end of the store. She then furrows her brow as she looks at you and whispers. “What you mean yak don’t talk good? You have problem with way yak talk?” It was obvious that she knew that your excuse was terrible since she knew you were forced to talk like a yak thanks to the magic. “W-what?! L-look, Yona. Anon fine with how yak talk. Really!” She was really going to be upset over that? It wasn’t like yaks had a special language or anything. It was seriously just a dumber way to talk. Even then, you didn’t mean to insult her, you just found it weird that you were forced to speak like a yak while Sweetie Belle, and by extension, Rarity, get to talk just fine. “Then why you say she talk good? Why not say she talk pony?” Yona asked, stepping menacingly closer to you, as she brought herself eye to eye with your face. You gulp. Shit, geez, she took it so personally. “Yona. Anon just couldn’t say right words because not used to how yak talk, it come out different. Promise!” You were sweating as you tried to make things right. But it was true, wasn’t it? Yaks don’t talk that well, it was hard to understand her sometimes since she always referred to herself in the third person, with grammar that wasn't always proper. So, by extension, it was possible you didn't mean what you said because of how you were forced to say it. “Mnnn….” Yona began to relent. She kept her eyes on you for a moment, then finally backed off. “Yona guesses that might be it. And if Anon promise, then it must be true. When yak make promise, it unbreakable.” D-dammit Yona, why did you have to put it like that? “Y-yeah. Um… Yeah.” Fucking hell, even if she did back off, the way she was looking at you seemed like she was still casting some doubt, yet was willing to trust you at the same time. Anon, dammit, the least you could do is ask why they talk that way. Maybe it’d help you not feel so damned guilty and shed some light to the odd dialect. “So, erm. Why do yaks talk this way? Anon curious, want to know why it… Er… Best language?” “Oh, Anon want to know?” Yona asked, slowly smiling as she seemed to be pleased that you were showing some interest now. “Well, it because it cut out some words and letters not needed for sentences. Yaks hate wasting time.” Huh… Given the context, that actually makes sense. “Oh… Neat.” “Mhmm” Yona said with a self satisfied nod. “So, Anon really understand now?” You really did. But only because it made sense in the freaking MLPverse.” Yep, Anon really understa-WAGH!” Suddenly, you’re thrown aside as a big bright blue yak with a rainbow looking 'mop' on her head speeds by and bumps through you as she dashes towards the counter. “Rarity! Rainbow Dash need double harness now! Have to prove to Scootaloo that Rainbow Dash not only fastest yak, but also strongest!” It was Rainbow Dash. Because of course it was, how could anyone not figure it out from her fur or her personality. Rarity just gave her a stoic look, unblinking. “The double harness? Rainbow Dash, dear, that’s reserved for two yaks. Hence it being a double harness.” “Rainbow Dash know that, but double harness can be used for double logs. Rainbow Dash can use to carry forty logs! So Rainbow Dash need it or she look like big joke!” Rainbow Dash demanded as she stomped and snorted out steam from her nostrils. “Rainbow Dash, did you ever consider you’ll look like a big joke if you, say, snap your back trying to carry so many logs? Not even the queen can carry that many logs. Don’t you remember what happened last time? With the cave? And the boulders? And the rebuilding of the castle? And let’s not forget you tripping on that twig.” Rarity retorted, not amused at all with Rainbow Dash’s demands. “This different! This work this time! Rainbow Dash swears! So, gimme gimme gimme!” Rainbow Dash demanded once again. “Yaks don’t say please! So no please this time!” Rarity groaned as she pointed to a tool box at the end of the store. “Fine, you can take one of the ones we have in there. But just to let you know, I’m going to make sure a nurse follows you this time. Because I know what’s going to happen.” “No! It not happen! No nurse! If Rainbow Dash break back, which Rainbow Dash won’t, then Rainbow Dash just sleep it off! Promise Rainbow Dash no nurse, don’t want to look bad in front of Scootaloo and Wonderyaks.” Rainbow Dash asked, this particular threat actually making her recoil some as she gives Rarity big pleading eyes to not send a nurse. “How about I not not send a nurse? How does that sound?” Rarity asked, boredly looking at a mirror as she quickly polished her horn with a nailfile. “Not not send nurse?” Rainbow Dash asked in confusion. Rarity nodded. “Not not.” “Hmmm…. Not not… Hmmm…” Rainbow Dash had to stop to think about it, and it actually seemed to stump her for a good bit before she finally nodded. “Right, not not! That means super not! Which is good! Okay, Rainbow Dash agree!” “Alright.” Rarity said, letting out a relieved sigh as she wiped her brow. “Then the harness is yours. Just be sure not to break anything, darling, that goes for you yourself especially.” “Yeah, yeah, Rainbow Dash know what doing.” Rainbow Dash said with dismissive grunt, not even thanking Rarity, as she goes to take the double harness and leave. Sweetie Belle, with a small box containing the mallets in her mouth, steps in front of the two of you and gently puts the box down with a warm smile. “Thank you, Yona, Anon. And please come back to… Anon… Why are you on the ground like that? Come on, don’t be lazy, you’re making yourself look bad.” Sweetie Belle said as she began to give you swift but gentle kicks. "C'mon... it makes you look like a doofus." Goddammit, no respect. No respect at all. Even if Yona was having a lighthearted giggle right now, this was not the kind of shit you needed. Ugh, being a magicless yak kinda sucked...