//------------------------------// // A hop, skip, and a jump // Story: The Supermodel Scandal // by GrassBlade //------------------------------// "Whoa whoa whoa, is that what this is all about?" asked Rainbow Dash. Twilight nodded. "Oh." Right after Rarity had left, Dash had immediately asked that question. Pinkie was still there watching, although she had a few pots scattered around her body. "Sugarcube, did you really side with Twilight this whole time without knowing what the argument was?" questioned Applejack. "Well, yeah..." Rainbow said. Pinkie giggled. "I still don't know what we're talking about! Hey, do you guys want to come to my new Rarity-fled-back-to-Canterlot-because-Twilight's-said-a-thing party?!" Applejack smiled. "Rarity is a bit of a drama queen, ain't she. But yeah, Ah'd love to come to yer party, Pinkie. "Me too." Rainbow nodded. "Me pi to the nearest whole number!" Twilight was met with confused stares. "It was a joke," she clarified. "Me three." Rainbow turned around, then said, "What about you, Fluttersh-" She was gone. --- Discord chuckled to himself as he magically shed his disguise, yellow feathers swirling in the air momentarily before they teleported out of existence. He was getting pretty good at acting! Though, he had to admit Fluttershy was pretty easy. Just jump at every sound, cringe at every action, and talk softly. Oh, what fun! The expression on Rarity's face was priceless. Chaos, chaos, how he loved chaos... With a snap of his fingers, Discord reappeared in Fluttershy's hut. There, he found the pegasus mare lovingly feeding her robins and squirrels. "Oh! Hello Discord! How was your stroll? You did take that walk like I recommended, didn't you?" she said. "Of course, darling Fluttershy! It was quite refreshing." "That's very nice to hear." Fluttershy beamed. "Would you mind giving me a hoof with these animals?" she asked cheerily. "Not at all!" With another snap, food pellets began to rain down from the rafters, covering the entire rug with foul-smelling chunks within seconds. "Discord!!" reprimanded Fluttershy, despite being buried alive under a tidal wave of rabbit food. "Oh, fine.." SNAP! --- "Okay, so let me see the magazine!" protested Rainbow Dash. She and Applejack were sitting together at a booth at Sugercube Corner, enjoying milkshakes as the RFBCBTST (Rarity-fled-back-to-Canterlot-because-Twilight-said-a-thing) party raged on around them. "For tha last time, sugarcube, Twilight said no, and that means no," Applejack responded. "Aw, come on! I just want a look! I don't even know what this is about, remember?" Rainbow insisted. "Shucks, RD. Ah really-" Suddenly a pink blur appeared next to them, holding a tray of drinks. "It's no big dealie, Applejack. I mean, my mom always told me that when you're stuck between a rock and a hard place, always choose the rock. And Maud told me that sedimentary tends to yield slightly better results than igneous. Hey, isn't that a funny word? Yeee-eld. Yield. Yeld. Yieldie yieldyield. Huh. Anyway, that's why you should never, ever try to eat two bananas at once," Pinkie finished seriously. "Wha..." While AJ was distracted, Dash quickly stole the magazine from her, skimming over the parts she didn't need until she found the one with Rarity. "Wow, Rarity really went wild on this! Ah well, she needed to loosen up anyway, and isn't this just the way to do it?" she commented, her back hooves propped up on the counter. "Rainbow! Give that back right now!" yelled Applejack. "Ah never said you could have that darned thing!" Soon enough the two were squabbling on the table, each trying in vain to rip the magazine from the other. Pinkie set her tray of drinks down and reached into her mane, pulling out two mugs of hard-pressed cider. "Cider, anypony?" --- Rarity huffed indignantly as she bickered with Streak about the waistline of her latest creation. She wanted to keep it comfortable; he wanted to make it thin. Even though she was a few weeks into her job, she found it difficult to make a tank top or sweater without jewels of some sort. When she did get the chance to use crystals, she noticed that she tended to stay away from purple. Besides this, as she persisted with a wider waistline for a hoodie, she could not tear her mind from the events at Ponyville. Streak won the argument. Once at the boutique, Rarity immediately got to work redoing the seams, ripping them out angrily with her glowing blue magic. After the last stitch was in place, she placed a hoof to her forehead, fluttering her eyelids as she collapsed dramatically onto a red velvet couch. "Oh, Sweetie Belle! This was simply the most stressful thing a mare could encounter," she wailed. Silence. Of course, she was staying with the Apples back in Ponyville. Rarity sighed and got back up. As the couch disappeared, she went back into the living room of her hotel apartment, her hooves sinking into the carpet. Longingly glancing at the bed, she gave another sigh before her horn glowed, and she reached out and picked up another spool of fabric. --- "Hello, did you enjoy this chapter?" Discord looks straight at you, smiling, yet simultaneously smirking as he waves his talon in the air. You stand, stunned, because to answer his question that was quite possibly the most confusing and generally the worst you have ever seen. The creature before you begins tapping its clawed foot, a thick eyebrow arched in expectation. "...Yeah...?" you offer, subconsciously stepping back. With a snap, crackle and a pop, you pivot to find Discord posing behind you. Your heart hammers in your chest and you can feel the blood rushing in your ears as you desperately search for a way out of your room. He's always looked so comical, but in the real life he is actually menacing, and the way he zips around is no comfort to you. You can only hope he's more of a trickster than an evil mastermind. "I suppose you have noticed the change in tense, and also the fact that we are seriously sidetracked from the plot," he carries on, oblivious to your shock. You cock your head. "Does it bother you? Here, try this on for size." Without warning he grabs a newly-brought-into-existence shirt and rams it down on your head. As the stuffy feeling of breathing underneath fabric surrounds you, you begin to feel a storm of words and phrases whipping past your ears. I look back up at Discord. I have never realized how attractive he would be in real life, the way- The human turned their attention to the fictional medley of creatures of all sorts. The creature, known as Discord, flicked- A stalemate was reached. Guns were set down. Turrets were momentarily deactivated. Neither said a single word to the- Suddenly, Pinkie hopped in. She bounced up and down, long slow jumps at first that rapidly increased in speed. Soon, she was vibrating on the spot. Laughing, the Chaos God blinked, and a single atom from the air went into disarray, colliding with the charged up Pinkie. In the resulting explosion- Bending down, Discord gave the yellowed and torn letter to the human. With a wink, he- I decided to take a disdainful glance at the ugly, furless thing before me. Its eyes were too small, its muzzle... nonexistent... its ears somehow removed and replaced on the sides of the thing's head. I came to the conclusion that I should put this strange- With a gasp, you find yourself back in the correct scenario, Discord hovering over you like a mother would do to her toddler. "What was that for?!" you yell, shaking your head to clear it of any remaining conversations. That one time when it was from Discord's point of view... You could really use a shower. "I just needed a bit of fun, that's all. Anyway, don't stay up too late!" You hear a poof from behind you. Discord has dressed himself in a frilly nightgown and a pink cap, as well as a pair of tiny, shriveled reading glasses. His head revolves around his shoulder until it reaches an angle you thought only owls could achieve. His stare bores into your mind, scanning your deepest thoughts and secrets, before Discord grins, wiggles his fingers, and exclaims, "Cheerio!"