//------------------------------// // Coconut - ??? // Story: Flarity Group Collab // by Jondor //------------------------------// Non-Flarity concept by: A troll, Flaritization by: Jondor, with prompting by Steel Resolve This was the life. Rarity lay back on her beach chair taking in the warm sun, wearing her sunhat and sunglasses. The sun, the sand, the fresh ocean breezes, until now only a fleeting vacation, this was the life she always dreamed of. A shadow slowly crept up on her, blocking the warm rays of the sun. She blinked and leaned up. “The coconut milk you asked for Rarity...I hope you like it,” a soft, slightly nervous voice said. Rarity lifted up her sunglasses with a smile to see Fluttershy standing over her with a coconut that had a straw attached to it. “Why, thank you so much darling,” she replied, taking the coconut gently with her magic. “Come, sit next to me so we can enjoy the sun together.” “Um, okay.” Fluttershy sat down as Rarity scooted over on the chair. She let out a soft sigh of happiness as their coats brushed together. The chair was wide enough for two ponies, but only just. “How long have we been together Fluttershy?” Rarity asked, looking out at the horizon, and slipping a foreleg around her girlfriend. “Um...about a year.” Fluttershy answered, her face blushing beet red. Rarity gave her shoulders a soft squeeze and smiled at her. “Relax darling, it's just you and me alone on this island. There's no one for miles to hear us.” She fluttered her eyelashes and winked, curling her lips into a grin. “Even if we scream.” “Oh, my..”" Fluttershy turned a deeper shade of red and buried her face in Rarity’s chest. Rarity chuckled, stroking Fluttershy’s mane as she finished her coconut milk. Dropping the empty shell to the sand, she gently lifted Fluttershy’s chin and caught her lips up in a passionate kiss. Fluttershy moaned softly, kissing back and letting her body melt and become putty in Rarity's hooves. “WAKE UP, RARITY!!!” The shrill voice instantly dissolved her dream and Rarity snapped her eyes open to see Sweetie Belle standing on her chest. “Sweetie?” groggily complained Rarity. “What in the name of Celestia is the time?” She got up, making a half-hearted gesture to push Sweetie off of her as the younger pony hopped down of her own accord. “11:30. I thought you were going to go to Fluttershy’s wedding today.” Sweetie sat on the floor, looking up at her sister with her best doe eyes. Rarity turned away with a grimace, her eyes resting on the wedding invitation half-buried under fabric swatches on her nightstand. —dially invited to the wedding of Miss Fluttershy and Mister Macin— “Perhaps it is best if I stay away. Especially after turning down a role as bridesmaid. It would just be too… too painful.” Rarity shook, trying valiantly, but ultimately failing to hold in her sobs. A small pair of hooves wrapped around her, as far as they could reach. “If you love her that much, you need to tell her, Rarity.” Rarity looked down at her younger sister, gaping at the idea of receiving relationship advice from a filly with a fresh cutie mark, just beginning her lanky teenage years. “Apple Bloom practically had to kick my hooves out from under me to get me to tell Scoots how I felt after she started dating Featherweight.” Sweetie sighed and hugged Rarity tighter. “Apple Bloom might get kinda mad at me, but if you really love Fluttershy so much, you should go tell her before it’s too late.” Rarity galloped across town at top speed; her lungs seared and her legs ached. Her horn shone brighter than it ever had done, but her power was no match for Celestia’s; try as she might, the sun continued its slow, steady pace toward the apex of the sky and her impending doom. With mere minutes to spare, the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres finally came into sight. Rarity cast her eyes around for a sign, ignoring the protestation of her body to slow down and rest. She spotted and followed the arrows, streamers, and balloons in red, yellow, and ironically, white. “If anypony knows any reason why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The aged Mr. Waddle croaked out the traditional ceremony, squinting through his thick glasses to read from his book. A long, silent moment passed, finally broken not by a continuation of the ceremony, but by the galloping of hooves and a voice shrill from exertion. “STOOOOOOP! I—I object!” Rarity ran straight to the couple at the altar, her eyes streaming tears. She reared, trembling as she took Fluttershy’s hooves in her own. Rarity could smell coconut perfume; her stomach bunched up as it reminded her of the recurring fantasy of what might have been. “Fluttershy, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t barge in like this, I know I should just sit and be happy for you, but I can’t. Darling, I have to say it now, I have to take the chance because there’s no time left.” Fluttershy’s eyes grew wide while words poured out of Rarity’s mouth. Big Mac simply stood by, waiting and watching. “Dear Fluttershy, I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I should have told you during that beach trip when I first realized. I’m sorry I waited so long, but I simply couldn’t let you get married with this hanging over my head.” Heedless both of the pristine wedding dress and the dust and sweat matting her coat, Rarity wrapped her forelegs around Fluttershy and kissed her deeply, eliciting shocked gasps from the assembled guests. Realizing what she had just done, her fatigue caught up with her. Rarity fainted. Fluttershy turned her shocked eyes on Big Mac, silently apologizing even though the fault was clearly not hers. Big Mac blinked and shrugged. “I’d be okay havin’ two wives.”