Author: Blue Dragon
Prompt: Green
It wasn’t fair.
Twilight Sparkle was amazing. She was everything a pony could hope to be and a mare stallions could only dream of. She had the confidence of the princess she so rightly was, but humility beyond her years.
And Rarity was in love with her.
She had an eye for these things. Her special talent was finding jewels, so it was only expected that she could see her ideal special somepony from a mile away. Maybe that was being dramatic, what with the fiasco with that cursed fake Prince Blueblood, but Rarity was sure of it.
But then there was Pinkie Pie. Rarity had been so head over hooves in love with Twilight that she’d failed to see what should’ve been obvious all along. She should’ve seen the signs—even on Twilight’s first day in Ponyville, Pinkie seemed to exert exuberance much more than usual. Her cerulean eyes lit up at sight of the Gala tickets—perhaps in silent wish to attend with Twilight—and at the time, Rarity only assumed it to be of minor importance.
Then again, she hadn’t fallen for Twilight back then, either.
But now… it was too late. Pinkie had already claimed Twilight as her own, and it was easy to see that they were happy. Rarity knew that Pinkie helped Twilight relax after a stuffy day of paperwork and helped her have fun when her wings were bothering her. When she was studying, Pinkie would give her a massage or bake her cupcakes or anything she knew would make Twilight happy.
Everything Rarity couldn’t.
It was with a heavy heart that Rarity gave up on pursuing her love. If she’d even tried, three friends she held dear to her heart would be hurt. Not just Pinkie and Twilight, but Spike too. The poor dragon would cry his eyes out, and even then he’d continue to wallow in his sorrow.
And Rarity couldn’t allow that to happen. She watched from the sidelines as Pinkie and Twilight had a picturesque romance—one she could only dream of—and couldn’t help but wish it were her instead. She grew green with envy as Spike had once grown through greed. It boiled up just beneath her skin and festered anger toward her friend, but she was unable and unwilling to do anything about it.
Eventually, Fluttershy noticed. It was one day at the spa, the only thing that could help her relax these days, and the pegasus had been talking about how perfect Twilight and Pinkie were for one another. And, what she dubbed the “best news of all”—they were getting married.
It was then that tears finally streaked down her face. Tears full of grief and disdain, tears that could express what words could not. Rarity had never felt so selfish before in her life, never so horrible, and never so helpless.
At first, Fluttershy was confused. She’d expected Rarity to be happy, and when it became clear that these tears were not of joy, Fluttershy was at her side. Through sobs the crying pony explained what was wrong, how long she’d been holding on to these feelings, and Fluttershy had hugged her. Protected her from the world that Rarity so often did for her.
She told her that everything was going to be okay. That eventually, she too would find somepony that she loved, and that she wouldn’t always feel this way. It was liberating, but at the same time it tied her down to reality. She couldn’t hold on to these feelings forever, no matter how perfect Twilight was.
Rarity got better with each passing day, thinking of Twilight less and less. Fluttershy let her vent her frustration out, and they spent more and more time together. Even when Pinkie and Twilight’s wedding came around, she had her head held high and congratulated the two. They were so happy it was hard not to feel the same.
Green was a color Rarity hated, and yet it was the only color she could truly understand.