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// Rarity 
// Story: What you asked for 
// by HeartShieldFiM 
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Again, Pinkie Pie and Discord were alone.
'Let me do this,' the draconequus said, as he looked at the mess in the kitchen and the shop. He snapped his fingers and the cuterly started dancing around the room. Pinkie wasn't surprised to see that they cleaned up the mess themselves, and clapped her hooves in enthusiasm. 'Oh, Discord! This is amazing!'
Discord nodded and felt a little bit proud. 'Hm, I guess using my powers for good isn't that horrible after all.'
'I am glad to hear that,' his pink pony friend replied, carefully avoiding the dancing spoons and knives. 'Please make sure they don't ruin this kitchen...'
Discord snapped his fingers again and the tools all dropped on the floor. He then lifted them up with magic and carefully put them in the kitchen drawers. 'Done,' he said.
The kitchen was all sparkly clean, Pinkie never could have done this on her own.

'Did you know... that story about Angel?' the draconequus asked after a moment of silence.
Pinkie Pie shook her head. 'I thought Angel was just one of the many animals who live in Fluttershy's house,' she replied. 'I had no idea Angel was an orphan...'
She looked at her hooves.
'What's up?' Discord asked, and stroke her fluffy mane. 'C'mon, I don't like to see you sad.'
His friend shook her head. 'Nah, I'm fine,' she said. 'Watcha wanna do?'
At that moment, the bell above the door rang. Pinkie turned around and put on a smile. 'Hello and welcome at Sugarcube Corner!' she said. 'How can I be of... oh, hey Rarity!'
The white unicorn took a bow and said, 'Well, hello there, Pinkie Pie, Discord.'
Pinkie hopped from behind the counter. 'What brings you here?' she asked.
'I thought, why won't I pay a visit to my two favourite pastry-cooks?'
Discord smiled. 'Well, have a seat, Mrs. Rarity,' he said, and poofed a chair.
Rarity sat down on the chair, which immediately started to move. 'What's happening?' she shouted, panicking.
'Relax, he just walks over to a table,' Discord replied. It was true, as soon as the wooden chair had reached one of the bright pink tables, it stopped walking.
The unicorn sighed and said, 'Please, never scare me again.'
'Sorry,' Discord said. 'Want some tea?'
Without waiting for an answer, he poured Rarity some tea.
The pony hesitated but then took a sip of the black liquid. 'Hm,' she then said. 'What's this?'
'It's my own, favourite blend,' Discord replied. 'Everypony likes it.'
Rarity smacked her lips. 'It kinda tastes like... cinnamon, I believe,' she said.
The draconequus pony shrugged. 'Could be,' he said.

A short while later, Rarity was busy telling hér own story. Neither Pinkie or Discord was surprised, since Rarity liked talking about herself.
'Well, I haven't told this to many ponies, but my parents aren't that wealthy at all,' she started. 'In fact, they were, like, the poorest ponies Baltimare knew. Really.'
'And you're telling us because..?' Discord asked, but Pinkie covered his mouth with her hoof. 'Shh!' she said. 'I wanna hear this!'
Discord rolled his eyes in silence, but then payed attention to Rarity again.
'Well, that was until I was born. Even as a filly, I had a great sense of style,' she said. 'Before I could walk or talk, I already refused wearing anything that was not fashionable.'
Discord chuckled. 'Oh my, how is that even possible?'
'How are you even possible?' Rarity quickly responded.
The draconequus thought for a moment, wiggled his ears, wagged his tail, flapped his wings, and then shrugged. 'Dunno.'
Rarity gave him a "told-you"-look, and then continued talking.

'...And when I was four years old, Sweetie was born,' Rarity said, about an hour later.
Discord got more bored with every word the unicorn said, but Pinkie had a hard time to control her enthusiasm. 'Ooh, was she cute?'
'She was the cutest and most annoying thing ever. At the same time.' Rarity grinned. 'I loved her immediately. And hay, I had somepony to test my clothes on!'
'Yay, fashion,' Discord sighed.
Rarity's face got a dark expression. 'Then, mum and dad suddenly were panicking. I was surprised, for my father always had been the calmth himself. And my mother... well, she was always in for a good laugh. But all of sudden, they both were dead serious. They told me to pack a bag with stuff I couldn't miss - as little as possible -, and to wait downstairs.
Of course, I couldn't choose what to take with me. I loved all my clothes, fabric, buttons and thread, and the thought of leaving even one of them was... horrible.'
Before Discord could make another annoyed remark, Pinkie said, 'Oh, I totally understand. I mean, I couldn't live without my kitchen tools!'
'Exactly,' the unicorn replied. 'Well, I managed to pack my bag without crying TOO much, not knowing what was going to happen, and I sat on the stairs for about three hours before my parents finally got down.
They told me they had some problems with the bank in Baltimare. The bank didn't want to lend them any more bits, because they couldn't pay it back.
So we had to leave town and flee to another place, where we could start over again. First, we went to Appleloosa, but that was no place for us. Too much dust, and the ponies were not our types.'

In thirty minutes, Rarity told her two friends about the places that she'd been. She had lived in so many towns, that she almost lost count. But no town felt like a home for the unicorn. It was hard for her to make any friends, she told. Nopony accepted her because she acted like she was from a higher class. Not that she minded, she was fine on her own, she said, with a trembling voice.

'Finally, we ended up in Ponyville. We had traveled across the country for nearly two and a half years then. It was scary, another new place, but less scary than the other times.
Ponyville was smaller and everypony seemed to know each other. It was such a difference.'
Discord interrupted the unicorn, asking if anypony wanted some more tea. Rarity, who had finished three cups of the liquid already, said she had enough and resumed her story.
'I was placed in a class with fillies who were a bit older than me,' Rarity said. 'It was the only class which still had a free spot for me. I quickly became friends with a nice earth pony my sister now knows as her teacher!'
'You have been in the same class as Mrs. Cheerilee?' Pinkie Pie asked surprised.
Rarity nodded. 'Yes, and after a short period of time, the teacher asked me, mé, to make the costumes for the school's play. Well, you can imagine how proud I was.
Of course, I let Cheerilee design her own suit. She wanted to be a sunflower, so I let her BE a sunflower. And it was the prettiest costume I made for the play...'
Rarity sighed and smiled. 'And then the rock and my horn and the Rainboom and my cutiemark, blah blah blah.
Everypony loved the costumes I made. So I decided that if they wanted more, they'd get more. I started doing requests for ponies. I made dresses, hats, shoes, everything! It was a well-paid job, especially for a filly like me. After lots of hard work, I finally had gathered enough bits to generously pay off my parents' debt.'
Rarity took a bow. 'So now you know how I ended up in this abandoned place.'
She immediately covered her mouth with her hoof and said, 'Oh, I'm sorry. Not that there's anything wrong with Ponyville...'
Discord shrugged. 'Nah, doesn't matter.' He didn't say that he was terribly happy that the story seemed to be finished.
'You wanna stay for some cake?' Pinkie asked Rarity.
The unicorn shook her head. 'Nah, I promised Sweetie to spend the afternoon with her. Since the whole Sisterhooves Social thing, she and I are a lot closer.'
'Good to hear,' Pinkie said and smiled. 'Well, I guess I see you 'round then. I should feed Gummy, by the way...'

'Why does Gummy keep munching your tail?' Discord asked. He lived with the Cakes for about a year now and he still had not found out.
Neither had Pinkie, because she shrugged and looked at the babygator hanging on her cotton candy mane. 'Maybe he likes pink?' she said.
'Who doesn't?' Discord replied, and stroke Pinkie's mane. 'C'mon, the Cakes can be here anytime now, and this place could use a broom.'