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// My Little Soul Mate 
// Story: The 550 Word Challenge of GWFan 
// by GWFan 
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Prompt: You have something to confess to Rarity
Originally found in this collection here


My Little Soul Mate
By GWFan (The Softcore Brony)


I had been knocking furiously for about a minute when I heard hooves dashing like mad inside and the door flew open.  
“What!?  What is it!?  Is the Boutique burning down!?”  The occupant of the boutique, Rarity, looked haggard despite her still perfect mane with a sleeping mask tangled in it.  She appeared frantic at first but stared at me with a strangely quizzical look once she stopped freaking out.  “It’s five in the morning.  This better be a fashion emergency in the least.”
If I had known better I would almost say she looked angry but I knew that couldn’t be true.  “Rarity, I’m sorry to disturb you so early but I couldn’t wait any longer.  I came to tell you that I think you and I are soul mates.”
If she looked quizzical before, she appeared dumbfounded now.  “I think I’m still half asleep.  Beg your pardon?”
“I’ve been watching you for a long time now Rarity, and I realized that you and I belong together.”
“Ooooookaaaaay…  Why?”
“Think about it Rarity, think about who you and I are.  The fashion thing, we’re ponies, we don’t normally wear clothes.  And yet here you are toiling day after day proving to the world that we’re more than ponies with your amazing designs.  Ponies like us, we understand what others refuse to see anymore.  The connection with the legends passed down over the centuries by the greatest of the great about the mysterious of the mysterious.  We are meant to know what they were like and you benefit the cause with your desire to make us more like them.”
“Them?  I don’t even-”
“And me.  I’m doing what I can to spread the word, to make everyone remember these legends just like you do.  I study them everyday, trying to be more like them and living as they did.”
“And what are-”
“With clothes.  I know I don’t wear clothes in public much but I always do at home.  Some ponies think its weird, but I know you don’t.  You understand what we’re trying to do.  The legend still lives on in our hearts and through our combined efforts, as a team, you and I could bring that legend alive in everyone’s lives.  Will you join me Rarity?  Will you travel down the road with me on our most glorious quest to bring these legends to life again?”
Though she still wore a look of complete cluelessness on her face, I knew she must have realized our connection long ago and that any moment she would fling her hooves open in an inviting embrace.
Oddly though, Rarity sighed.  “It’s way too early in the morning for this.  I realize you’ve probably had too much caffeine or something… I hope… but, I think you need some sleep and maybe see a psychiatrist… soon.  So if you don’t mind, I’m just going to go back to bed and pretend this never happened for both of our sakes.”
“But Rarity…”
“Really darling, you need help.  Good night Lyra.”  And the door closed.
I stood there for a moment watching the door to see if she would come back out until the light inside turned off.  I walked away and only looked back once with one thing on my mind.  “She called me darling.”


The End