//------------------------------// // Chapter 12: Dress Shop, I guess? // Story: I Dreamt of Her // by ben717 //------------------------------// As I walk out into the cold evening, I look at my watch. It's about 5:30... Depending on the length of this movie it might be dark by the time it's over. In which case, I'm going to have to be a gentleman and walk her home. I'm not gonna lie to you. It's the first legitimate date I've had in a while. It's the first date I've ever had with a pony, that's for sure. I'm a little nervous honestly. I laugh to myself as I realize how ludicrous the whole situation sounds. I, Ben Short, a human, am taking a pony. A freaking miniature, multicolored, talking magical horse, to a movie. Well I suppose she provided the tickets... Does that mean she's taking me? On top of that, the pony is my magic teacher, AND a princess. Who the flip thinks of that? A few months ago I would've locked myself in a nuthouse if I told myself about the situation. It sounds like something out of a bad fanfic. But here I am, keepin' on keepin' on. Like I always do. I've got about an hour to kill before the show starts. I was still humming that old familiar tune. Soon, I find myself wandering into the market, it's a little late for businesses but there are still several ponies purchasing food items and such. As it turns out, my attire appeared to turn some heads in town. Not everyday you see a human walking through the marketplace looking like a complete and utter sir. I turn to a couple of mares and take a bow, "Ladies" They giggle and trot off. Yeah, they know I look good. Rarity said she wouldn't go too crazy formal. She lied, but you know what? After seeing that mirror? I ain't even mad. Suit and tie? I look amazing. I should wear a suit more often! I tell you what! I feel like singing. Soon I spy Sweetie Belle across the marketplace. Perfect! "Hey Sweetie!" I call, "Come over here for a second!" "Ok!" She sings from all the way across the marketplace. She dashes over to me and I stoop down to whisper in her ear. "Now I have an idea and I want you to help me with it. Can you help me out?" I ask. "Of course!" "Now shush! Don't be too loud. Yet." I say. "ok" she whispers. "Now you see that guy over there?" "Yeah! I see him!" She says back. "I need you to go over there and ask him a question." I say. "What question?" She says. "Just go over there right now! You will know what to say when you get there! Trust me! Pinkie and I practiced this!" I assure her. "Ok!" She shouts as she darts away! My heart rate picks up as I feel the tune begin to flow through me. I begin humming the tune as she gets closer to the stranger. -------- I can feel the magic actually coursing through me, it's amazing actually. Like nothing I've ever felt. It was like sitting in front of a warm fire, it relaxed you and gave you that adrenaline rush of strength at the same time. All nervousness faded as I heard Sweetie ask the stallion the key words to start the song. "Excuse me, sir? Can we go Thrift Shopping?" She asked. Then... It hit the fan. The stallion didn't know what hit him. He fell under my little spell instantly. "What what? What what? What what? What what?" Then out of freaking nowhere, Pinkie comes out bouncing to the beat. "Bada bada badada! Bada bada badada da!" That iconic saxophone sound began to resonate through the air! I feel the music flowing through me! This is happening! Then from somewhere behind me, I hear a familiar deep voice. Big Mac! Big Mac is best Wanz. Big Mac with the Hook: "I'm gonna pop some tags! Only got 20 bits in my packet! I, I, I'm hunting! Lookin' for a comeup! This is bucking awesome!" Something told me it was my turn. The words just seemed to come to me. Me: "Walk into the club like whatup, Toms a big rock! Nah I'm just pumped up bout my suit from the dress shop. Ice in fridge is so dang frosty! Ponies like," Big Mac: "Yo! Where'd you get that get that suit, Shorty?" Me: "Rollin in, Rollin deep, heading to the the library, Dressed up all clean, cept my arm sling, colored green. Not in a leopard mink, for those mares standing next to me. Probably shouldn't wash this, water might make it shrink. *tsssssssssssss* But hey! Didn't cost me a cent!" Soon the entire town joined in a chorus: "Popping and washing it, bout to go and get some compliments, He's passin up on those moccasins that he's been walkin in. But if he keeps forgetting, what he's stunting and flossing in. He'll be losing his money, not really happy with that bargain!" Down from a cloud, Rainbow Dash tries her hoof at rap, "Imma take your granny style, Imma take your granny style! No for real! Ask your granny! Can I have her hoof me downs? Her red bonnet and her house slippers? Silly brown sew machine, that I found diggin'" Then those freaking mares I tried to flirt with earlier showed up: "He could've worn what we wore, should've worn what we wore, Not in a leather jacket, so he's leavin' me bored. Yeah, But, hello, hello, you hu-man, that fellow? Shorty ain't got nothing on our dress game, oh no! He thinks he's cool with no wings! No magic to even spell those, The Earth Ponies would be like," Big Mac: "He can use his hands though." Did those girls really just dis me? During MY song?! It's about to hit the fan. "Ahm gonna pop some tags, Only got 20 bits in my pocket, I, I, I'm hunting! Lookin for a comeup! This is bucking awesome!" Payback time, I turn to the two mares, showing them my battle scars: "Whatchu know bout knockin' Timberwolves on their noggins? Whatcha be knowin about going bare knuckle fights then? I was kidding, kidding, with all of that flirting. This mans scratch is now a better mares one up." Pinkie jumped in, facing the disrespectful mares: "Your grannies, your aunties, your mommas, your mammies, Shorty can take Zecoras zebra jammie's and rock those muthabuckahs! I mean that creepy cloaky with the hood on it, muthabuckahs! I throw my parties and he starts those muthabuckahs!" The mares aren't done yet: "The peep game! Come take a look through our telescope! Tryin get mares from his flare, oh no no he won't! Oh no no he won't!" I wave everypony else down, I got it from here. Ladies please, "I wear your granddads clothes! I look IN-CRE-DIBLE, I'm in this sweet new coat! From that Dress Shop down the road!" Big Mac finishes up: "I'm gonna pop some tags! Only got 20 bits in my pocket! I, I,I'm huntin! Lookin for a comeup! This is bucking awesome!" Then behind me I hear a familiar voice. "Is that your grandmas coat?" Asks Twilight. The music ends and everypony turns to see the newcomer. I find myself staring at how cute she is in her dress. Why am I staring at a pony? I ask myself. I snap out of it quickly. We look each other over. "Wow you look-" we say in unison. We each pause to let the other finish. "Great" we both say as we think the other isn't going to talk. Her dress is amazing, Rarity must've done it no doubt, it was purple to compliment her fur, but had blue highlights and stars on it, it wasn't ridiculously complex. But it was well made, nonetheless. "Ahem, should we be going then?" I ask glancing back at the mares who have laid eyes on my date. Their jaws are on the ground. "Yes! Wouldn't want to be late!" Says Twilight, somewhat shy because she's in a crowd of her peers. "Alright! I remember what happened last time I was late!" I joke. I look back at the two mares and shoot them a wink to put one final dent in their pride.