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// Apology accepted. 
// Story: Mission Impossible? 
// by bud467 
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"Yeah we are REALLY sorry Tread." Rainbow Dash pawed at the ground with a slight blush. Applejack's head had been slung low the entire time. "Ah'm really sorry about what ah said." she looked me in the eyes at that point. "Can ya ever forgive me?" I smiled and walked over to them, and embraced them. "All is forgiven."

Twilight had informed me of Celestia's explanation of my lack of a cutie mark. The girls were fairly surprised.  The girls apologized a few more times and excused themselves. They had to get back to work.

I turned to Twilight sparkle. "Do you want to go to breakfast?" She blushed slightly and nodded "I would love to, but first we should go visit Rarity. When I informed her of Celestia's explanation, she felt horrible." I nodded and we went on our way.

"So, you have even used magic?" Twilight was extremely confused over the fact that an earth pony had used magic several times. I smiled and nodded "Yes. Celestia and Luna both have their theories as to why." I looked at Twilight and tried to change the subject. "So where does Rarity work?" 

Twilight looked up and smiled. "She owns a place called the Carousel Boutique." I looked around and pointed with my hoof. "You mean that place?"  She raised her head and the wind blew at the right time. Her mane began to flow with the wind. Hot damn. Now that’s a mare. "Yes that it is!" she laughed and we made our way to see Rarity.

"No Sweetie Belle! Don't touch anything!" Rarity was scolding Sweetie Belle for a reason lost to the moment. I decided to play with Rarity and I put on my best Canterlot voice. “I am looking for Miss. Rarity." Rarity shooed Sweetie Belle out of the room. "Welcome to Car-" Rarity spun around and frowned. I began to laugh. “That is hardly funny dear." She looked at Twilight who just shrugged. 

Sweetie Belle trotted in, her hooves making a small pit-pat noise. "Rarity, can I go and play with Apple bloom and Scootaloo?" She looked around the room until she spotted me. "Tread!" I looked up and was tackled by a fairly excited filly.

I stood up and regained my posture. "I actually have two questions for you Rarity." Rarity looked as if she was slightly afraid. "I would love to order some WORK clothes." Rarity and Twilight both looked slightly surprised. 

"W-Work clothes?" she began to light up as ideas began flowing to her head. I nodded and raised a hoof. "Simple work clothes, and a pair of casuals." she walked up to me levitating a measuring tape and began measuring my dimensions.

"And that second question dear?" She had put on some glasses that resembled reading glasses. I tapped a hoof on my head as I was thinking. "I really don't remember it. Sorry." I kicked at the ground. 

"Don’t worry about it dear." Rarity was pulling out fabrics. "If anypony should be sorry it should be me. I am very ashamed of how I acted last night."  I walked over and nuzzled her in a friendly way of course. She looked at me and was blushing slightly. Twilight was too. "Its OK."

I paid after insisting she didn't have to make it up for me. As me and twilight were walking out, I stopped. "Rarity, do you mind if I treat Sweetie Belle to breakfast? I would like to tell her of my story." I winked at Rarity who looked like I was an angel. 

Sweetie Belle was bouncing around as we walked toward the cafe'. After we ordered, I reached inside my saddle bags and pulled out a picture of me as a little colt inside the Cloudsdale weather factory taking a tour. 

Sweetie Belle and Twilight looked at it then back at me. "YOU WENT TO CLOUDSDALE?!" Sweetie Belle's jaw looked like it was about to fall off. I could tell we were going to have another audience. 

Twilight picked up the picture and levitated it towards her. "I see Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy. They are both fillies..." I smiled and nodded. "They both have no idea I was the colt they fell for when they were fillies. We will get to that eventually." I sighed and leaned back. I pondered for a few seconds. "My real story begins when I was about five years old."