//------------------------------// // 15 - A Zoot Suit Fit For a Pokemon // Story: V for Victory, V for Victini! // by zelkova48 //------------------------------//         The sun rose again on another new day in Victini and Drilbur’s exciting, if not somewhat stressful, life in Equestria. The two pokemon were resting themselves upon the quiet field near their burrow home, allowing for the gentle rays of the sun to warm their fur as they munched on some fresh apples for breakfast. Courtesy of none other than the Apple family as a token of goodwill and friendship between them.         Taking several bites out of a tart granny smith apple, Victini and Drilbur reflected up their success the day before upon their meeting with the Apples. Collectively, everything went a whole lot better than they had initially thought. Sure, Victini may have fallen off the wagon and Drilbur entered some whimsical fantasy world moments earlier but the heartfelt moment of understanding between Applejack and Victini was what truly mattered in the end.         Although, the same cannot be said for Applebloom. The young filly just huffed and turned away, upset at the fact that she still hasn’t received her cutie mark yet. As she left, Victini could still see remnants of the sheer determination in her eyes that drives her to ‘earn’ her cutie mark. He, along with Drilbur, will have to do their best and remember to avoid her and her friends at all cost lest they get badgered again. Which, they guess, would be very soon.         The question the lingered on Victini’s mind now was who to go to next? Earning Applejack’s friendship was purely coincidental given how he was trying to befriend others in the first place. Not that he was complaining, no, not at all. But with the wheel set in motion he has decided that he might as well follow through with his plan.         “Hmm... who should I meet next?” Victini thought aloud as he ate “...What do you think, Drilbur?” he asked. “I *munch* *munch* think you should *munch* *munch* hold on a second *munch* *munch* and finish our food first” Drilbur spoke with his mouth full, sending bits and chunks of apples flying towards Victini’s face, much to his dismay. “Drilbur... swallow your food first before you talk. We’re not animals” Victini deadpanned. Drilbur just gave his friend a goofy grin and continued to eat away until he noticed someone familiar off the corner of his vision. Turning around to face Ponyville, he spotted a white unicorn with a curly purple mane trotting along a path that lead to the goofy looking building they’d checked out when they first arrived. “Huh, it’s that horned pony with the curly hair. What was her name again? I forgot” said Drilbur as he chomped the last pieces of his apple down to the core. “I think it was Rarity” replied Victini as he too finished his apple “Pinkie told me she was really good at making things called dresses. Whatever those are” just then, the metaphorical light bulb popped up just above his head and was burning as bright as his inner fire “Drilbur, I know what we’re gonna do today!” * * * “La la la la la!” Rarity hummed a jaunty tune as she strolled towards her home and business, Carousel Boutiques. Floating beside her, draped with a glowing magical light bluish hue was a woven basket that was positively overflowing with all manner of threads and rolls of fabric of varying shapes, colors and sizes. Little did the fashionista know, two adorable little critters were tailing her from the shadows. Spying from behind the bushes, Victini and Drilbur waited for Rarity to reach her home before they made their grand entrance. When Rarity finally approach her door, the glow on her horn faintly flickers and she pulls out her house keys before fiddling a bit with the lock. The lock itself, however refused to cooperate this morning and held onto the key viciously, like Gible biting into a solid chunk of metal. Jiggling the lock did nothing, and if she were to try and force the key to turn Rarity could well break the thing clean in half. Muttering a slight curse beneath her breath, she was just about to give up when she suddenly felt a surge of energy send shivers up her spine. With an almost effortless forty five degree turn of the key, the door to her home opened up without putting up more of a fight. Stunned from such a feeling, it took her some time until she finally registered the gentle tug that she felt on her tail. Turning around she came face to face with Victini who had a radiant smile on his face. He was floating just above the ground and maintaining eye contact with her, while just below him was Drilbur who happily cried out his name. “Oh! Uh... um... hello there, Victini! How good to see you again!” Rarity exclaimed as he face lit up with excitement “And uh... the strange mole whose name I can’t seem to remember at the moment” she stammered a bit before Drilbur but did her best to try to sound polite considering she was really paying attention to Victini at the party than she was with him.             This was quite the turn of events for her. She was expecting to find Victini and convince him to help her later during the week, but to have him come to her doorstep just like that, talk about being extremely lucky. Composing herself, Rarity invited the two pokemon into her home to which they happily obliged and entered with an avid sense of curiosity.         All around the home there were snippets of fabric, strands of thread, and countless buttons strewn all over the place. It was left just the way it was when Victini and Drilbur checked it last time. But among the messiness that Rarity calls organized chaos, there were rows upon rows of breathtaking dresses neatly lined up with each other on the hangers. Each one more brilliantly bedazzled with colorful gems than the last. “Tini, tini!” Victini exclaimed excitedly as he further examined the Rarity's wardrobe, specifically the well tailored suits. He may not have cared for clothes at all considering there'd really no point at all for him to be dolled up like he was some sort of pokeshow star in a city somewhere in Unova, but it would be a nice experience to know what it would be like to dress up just once. The two explored the home, taking note of how one side appeared to be hit with a tornado while the other was all tastefully organized and clean. Like two sides of the same coin, there was no real way to discern the two halves apart given how both of them belong to Rarity. “Please, make yourselves at home you two while I go get you a treat” said Rarity as she went to the kitchen to prepare her guest some hor d'oeuvres. In actuality, however, she was secretly scheming to see how she could earn Victini’s favor. She was a refined lady of elegance, and she knew how to cook up a smart plot rather than to go headlong into danger like a certain orange mare did. “Tini, tini, tini” said Victini. “Dril, drilbur! exclaimed Drilbur. As the two pokemon played around in Rarity’s parlor, ruffling through the many scraps of fabric that were on the floor, she placed a kettle on the stove and set out to devise her plans. What could she do to sway Victini to get her to earn some of the sweet, precious victory? When the kettle’s whistle blew, she had the idea just like that. It was so obvious, how could she not have thought of it when he first arrived? She would use her specialty and create for the little feller a suit that would practically cause people to gush at his adorableness. Plus, she would also be getting some free marketing and publicity as well. If the first plan didn’t work out, the second plan obviously would. Keeping a backup just in case, it was brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! “Brilliant!” Rarity shouted atop her lung with glee before she realized what she had just done. Covering her blush with her hoof, she pour over a kettle of tea and gathered some cookies on a plate with which she would use to lull Victini under her influence. Now all she had to do was set the plan in motion. Nothing too hard for her. After all she i- “ *Sniff* *sniff* Is something... burning?”