Ponywatching

by ThunderTempest


Prompt #335-Histrionics

“Oh, woe is me!” moaned Rarity through the door of Carousel Boutique, “My career is ruined! My reputation is truly unsalvageable now! Leave me alone!”

Five ponies stood outside the door to the fashion house, all smiling nervously at each other.

“Come on, Rarity, it can’t be that bad, can it?” called Twilight Sparkle.

“Like I said last time, she’s gonna become a crazy cat lady, and they’ll call her Rarity, the Crazy Cat Lady of Ponyville,” said Pinkie Pie, “And this time, we don’t even have a Gala dress to fix for her to get her outside.”

“Can’t be that bad?” cried Rarity “Of course it’s that bad! Clotheshorse called them atrocities, and I had the foolish notion of attaching my name to them. My career is finished! Over! Done for! Just leave me alone!”

Twilight Sparkle turned to the other four ponies outside Rarity’s home, “Any ideas, girls?” Silence reigned, and crickets chirped.

“Well...I might have one,” began Pinkie Pie, “But I’m not sure if it will work,” and then Pinkie turned to face the door, took a deep breath in, and Twilight and the others covered their ears.

“Rarity! There’s a giant crab attacking Ponyville!” Pinkie Pie bellowed. An instant later, the door slammed open and shook the house as Rarity flew out of her house as if her tail was on fire.

“WHERE?!” gasped the unicorn.

“There’s no giant crab, Rarity. Pinkie just said that to get you out of the house,” explained Rainbow Dash, “It’s kinda hard to talk to somepony through a door, you know?”

“Rarity, I know you weren’t happy with being forced to stick with certain designs and colours for the Coronation, but those are official outfits- the kind I’ll only ever wear once in public,” said Twilight.

“Even once was too much, dear,” replied the unicorn, “And while I know you and the princesses are grateful for my help, it still doesn’t change the fact that now everypony thinks I’m a horrible designer.”

“Have you considered writing to Clotheshorse and explaining the situation?” asked Fluttershy, “You know, only if you want to, though.”

As Rarity put her hoof up to rebuke Fluttershy’s suggestion, she paused.

“No, no I didn’t. Oh my, I’ve been such a fool. Of course, the editor did say at Shining Armor’s wedding reception that I could write to him whenever I wanted to. All I have to say is that the dresses were not designed by me in any way, and that should fix things,” mused Rarity, “I was being overdramatic again, wasn’t I?”

“Eeyup,” grinned Applejack, “But ya wouldn’t be the same if’n ya weren’t.”