//------------------------------// // 16 - Prissy Pony, Primmed Pokemon // Story: V for Victory, V for Victini! // by zelkova48 //------------------------------// Carousel Boutique, Rarity’s room, five minutes earlier         As messy and mildly cluttered as Rarity’s workroom was, Victini and Drilbur didn't mind it as much considering they themselves don’t exactly live in the most extravagant of conditions. Say what you will about their little burrow in the ground off the very edge of town, they wouldn’t have it any other way.         Like the grandiose mountain range that surrounded their former home of Eindoark town, large heaps of clothing, furniture, random baubles, ponyquins and failed creations made up most of Rarity’s workspace and encircled the pokemon from all around. It was hard to see the floor, if there was a floor to be seen at all. Drilbur had to shovel his way past mounds of fabric while Victini floated just above him to better observe the room. “Sheesh, look at this place. The burrow is cleaner than this” remarked Drilbur as he chucked away a scrap of fabric “Huh, I wonder if a Garbodor lives here?” he examined the towering mountain of clothes off in the corner of the room. It was so haphazardly thrown together that even the slightest vibration could cause an avalanche and bury the poor mole underneath. No Garbodor was seen, but hey, you never know.           “I wouldn’t doubt it” replied Victini “If a Sandile like Gummy made it here, then maybe a Garbodor can too” as he and his friend got comfortable, they decided to see if there was anything special that would pique their curiosity. Sure enough, both of them found something interesting “Hmm... what’s this?”          * * *         Drilbur stared in wonder at the large, ornate wardrobe that shone with the shine of a thousand suns, almost blinding the mole pokemon in the process of admiring its expert craftsmanship. It was large, imposing, and possibly made of very expensive mahogany or birch that had been imported from somewhere far, far away. It had also been beautifully stained with a rich chocolate finish and varnished with a high gloss.         It had several curly and wispy designs embossed onto the surface, and had a gold trim that was perfectly accented by the many brass door knobs that ran along the center of the piece. It was marvelous, something that should've belonged within a museum of the arts but it instead resides here in a humble fashionista's home.         Reaching out with his claw, he ran them across the glossy surface, eliciting a scratchy squeak in doing so. When he finally reached the door knob, he opened the closet ever so slightly and felt a sudden breeze send a chill up his spine. Confused, he swung the wardrobe wide open and was immediately covered with a blanket made of snow. Shaking off the excess snow, he could only gawk with a slack jawed expression on his face at the inner wardrobe with his mouth agape as he tried to take in the impossibility of it all.         Within the wardrobe was a whole other world, different from Equestria. It was a land of ice and snow, a winter wonderland where the trees and rocks were gently coated with the white stuff, like a pastry that had been lightly dusted with powdered sugar.         Stepping into the wardrobe, Drilbur could felt the snow beneath his feet bite him with cold fangs. He looked around himself, awestruck at how beautiful the setting was. He sat down, fidgeting till his little bum welled a hole for him to comfortably sit down. It was cold, but his fur kept him warm from the icy wind that blew. Sitting down and taking in the scenery, he couldn't help but wonder if he had been in this similar predicament before.         Then he remembered. This has happened to him two times already, both times traumatizing him right to the core. First was the mysterious tear that sent him and Victini hurdling into Equestria like some sort of cannonball, while the second was the horrifying experience with some freaky looking pokemon, a Zoroark and a Buneary that sent him flying, and then finally was a dreadful encounter with the Red Vespiquen that nearly took his head off just because he was framed for painting her Roserade red.         He shook his head, doing his best to try and shake the thoughts out of his head. Perhaps this time it will be different. With the entryway back to Carousel Boutiques right behind him, he figured that he could stay just while longer unless something freaky were to happen. Lo and behold something freaky did happen the moment some bizarre creature introduced himself to him         From behind a nearby tree the creature walk up to the mole and surprise him with his appearance. Jumping up, Drilbur assumed a defensive stance as he observed his peer. The creature before Drilbur was an odd mish mash from what he could guess was between a human and a pokemon, with the upper half being a human and the lower half being that of a Sawsbuck.         "Hello! And welcome to the wonderful land of Narnia!" the creature announced.         Without saying a single word, Drilbur bolted back to the wardrobe and hopped back to Carousel Boutique like his life depended on it. Leaving behind the odd creature and giving it the cold shoulder in return.         Drilbur wasn't having any of that today. Not after what happened yesterday. After jumping back home, or as close as home that he could get, Drilbur proceeded to give the marvelous wardrobe a good slash with his metal claws, destroying part of it, splintering the wood into a hundred little pieces and severing any connection that this world had with the so called Narnia.         "Not again..." Drilbur muttered to himself bitterly "Never again..." taking off, he went over the other side of the room to meet up with Victini. Perhaps he found something interesting himself.          * * *                                     Floating around the room, Victini was on the watch for something that could occupy his time while he waited for Rarity to return so that they can clear the air between each other. Off the corner of his eyes, he found something sparkling brightly. Flying over to the object, Victini found out that it was a discarded scrap of fabric, one he hadn't seen before. “Hello! Something shiny!” he exclaimed excitedly. It was a piece of satin. A piece of shiny, reflective purple satin. Reaching out to grab the cloth, the fiery rabbit found out that it was quite soft and silky when compared to other shiny objects. It felt nice to hold, and it could stretch like a rubber band. “Oh! What are you, eh?” strangely, he found it to be highly amusing. He pawed at the piece of cloth, batted at it and chew on it. Slowly but surely, a wide smile appeared on his face and he was lost in glee “Ha! This is pretty fun!” It may have been instinctual nature taking over him, because otherwise he wouldn’t have had so much fun playing around with a loose scrap of purple satin fabric that he found lying on the floor of Carousel Boutique. His status as a legendary pokemon may be in jeopardy because of such childish action but he didn’t care. He embraced the fun. “Wheee!” Victini didn’t know why but there was just something about the satin cloth that he just loved about it. Something about the it vibrantly shimmered in the light that twinkled in his eyes, something about the sensation he felt as he rubbed it up against his fur, and something about the way it stretched far and wide when he gnawed and chewed upon it that brought out the animal within him. Like a Lillipup or Poochyena with a chew toy, or a Purrloin with a ball of yarn, Victini gave into the temptation and just let his self run free with whatever it was he desired. Before long, he found himself rolling around like a ball as the satin wrapped around him while he vigorously chewed on in. Bouncing all over the place, it was only a matter of time before Victini crashed into Rarity’s desk where a bowl of fabric chalk was dropped over his head, “Ahh!” he cried in pain as the bowl collided with his head. He struggled to open his eyes, only to that his vision was incredibly blurry and that there was a group of Cleffa dancing around his head. Other than that he was coated with a dusty white powder, from when the bowl of chalk fell on his head “Ack! What’s this?” “Hey!” Drilbur called out to him as he came up to Victini, taking note of the white powder he was covered in “What happened to you? Did you also find some sort of gateway to a land filled with snow and magic?” he asked. “What? No” replied Victini as he stood up to dust himself off “I found this amazingly fun cloth and I... eh, kinda lost control of myself. Heh, heh...” he blushed profusely, lighting his face up with a bright red tinge on his dusty white cheeks “ *Sniff* *sniff* blech! What the heck is this stuff?” “It looks like plain old dust or something like that” said Drilbur ”It’s hard to breathe that stuff, even when I’m underground” “Dust? Uh oh...” Victini eyes widened before he felt the front of his nose burn and itch. He reeled his head back, feeling a big sneeze coming on “ Ah... ah... ahh... AHHH....” just before he was about to let the snot fly, he felt Drilbur’s claw press up against his tiny nose, ceasing his sneeze from happening “Phew” Victini let out a relieved sigh “Thank you” “No problem” replied Drilbur with his signature goofy grin “So what was so special about that cloth?” “Oh” Victini started “It’s fun beca- ah... AHH CHOO!” he lost all control of himself and he sneezed the big one. What was worse was that the sudden jolt to his body sent a shock through his system, causing him to sneeze out a miniature snot flare that accidentally got itself caught on a roll of sequined fabric where it caught fire almost immediately. Smoke filled up the room in a matter of seconds... “...Oops” * * * Carousel Boutique, present time “ *Sniff* *sniff* is something... burning?” said Rarity as she took notice to the pungent aroma that permeated throughout her home “ *Gasp!* My room!” Dropping almost everything that she had with her, Rarity sped on over to her workroom. And without a moment too soon. The fire may have been small but because it was burning a fabric roll that had sequins on it black smoke appeared almost instant and bathed the room with a thick black smog where it smelled like burning plastic. Using her magic and some quick thinking, she created a small translucent dome that enveloped the flame and quickly choked it out before it got worse. The end result was rather satisfying given everything that happened. The only thing that she had to worry about was that she had lost one roll of relatively cheap fabric, had a black stain on the floor and some smoke clogging in her workroom. Wading through her messy and smoke filled workroom she opened up the large window and left quickly to let everything air out before she could do anything yet. Letting out a sigh of relief, she turned over to see that her house guest had been caught in some sort of weather incident. Victini looked tired, had some snot hanging out of his nose and was covered in her fabric chalk. While the mole (whose name she still can’t remember) was all wet and cold to the touch. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to leave a duo of animals alone in  her home. Especially since one can breathe fire. The two looked at Rarity with large watery puppy dog eyes and they appeared to be sincerely sorry about what they did. She was still furious, however. She did her best to try to suppress the anger and chose to calm herself down. Admittedly though, gritting her teeth in frustration was not doing her any favors to her dental health. She averted her eyes from them as not to cast a fiery glare upon her guest for causing such a mess in her house.   In her mind, she kept telling herself that it would all work out in the end. She had a plan, a brilliant plan where even if she lost she would still claim some sort of victory when all was said and done. Facing the two pokemon again, she forced a smile onto her face and subconsciously forgot about everything that had happened in the last five minutes, pretending that everything was as it should be. There was no fire, there was no smoke, and most certainly her expensive wardrobe wasn’t shredded to bits. Upon noticing the last point, her eye violently twitched and she felt an aneurysm coming on. She did digress, for better or for worse. “Oh dear, you two look terrible!” exclaimed Rarity with false glee as a few strands of her mane popped out of place “Let’s get you all cleaned up before I get you all dressed up!” Victini and Drilbur trade glances with each other. They expected her to be angry with them. After all, Drilbur did turn her once fabulous wardrobe into shards of wooden planks out of pure fear, and Victini’s volatile sneezing almost burned Carousel boutique down if Rarity didn’t rush in moments before he got a chance to do anything. Right now she was really creeping them out with that smile of hers. So much so they were backing up without realizing it. “Where are you going?” she asked “I only want to help!” “T-t-tini?” Victini asked Drilbur fearfully. “D-dril, drilbur...” replied the terrified mole. It was wonderland all over again. Frozen stiff in their tracks, they were scooped up with Rarity’s magic and escorted out of the room while the two hugged each other for dear life... * * *  The next hour of Victini and Drilbur’s day wasn’t as bad as they had expected it to be given Rarity’s slow descent into insanity and everything related to it. All they had to do was stay still while Rarity wrapped some sort of thin rope about them. With their measurements properly taken and documented, Rarity went on to proceed with her (self proclaimed) well thought out plan and went on to earn Victini’s favor by turning him into one sexy beast. Albeit a one foot tall sexy beast who was more of an adorable critter than a beast at all. By then, Rarity had mellowed out to the point where she could concentrate on her work. She was no longer at the mental event horizon but she was still teetering close towards to edge with the stress building up in her. Taking deep breathes every now and then, she tried with all her might to keep her cool. Using everything that she had, fire retardant fabric, heat resistant gemstones, and non flammable cooking utensils, she had created one of her finest, if not one of her more bizarre, works. Even better than the hat she made back at the Crystal Empire. By the time she was finished, her mane was all disheveled, her fur was matted, and she couldn’t get the ringing sound out of her ear that she swore she was hearing. But it was all worth it in the end, just like she had planned. Kinda, sorta, not really. After nearly having her house burnt down, something even Sweetie Belle, thankfully, managed to botch with her breakfast in bed, she was sure it would be smooth sailing from here on out. Putting the final touches on her masterpiece of today, she collapsed onto her flank and marveled at her accomplishment. As it turns out, she really does work better under pressure. Standing before her, dressed up against a makeshift mannequin she crafted out of a vegetable strainer, a wooden spoon and some gardening wires, was a teeny tiny, itty bitty suit that were precisely fitted to Victini’s specifications. “Well... what do you think?” Rarity asked “It would look rather ravishing on you if I do say so myself” The suit in question was a specially crafted flameproof tuxedo that had all the extremities and details of what you would expect from the average Aipom suit. It was nice and black like the inside of a Dusclop’s body, sleek like a Gorebyss, form fitting like a being body slammed by Muk, and it really brought out the blue in Victini’s eyes. The suit comprised of three pieces; pants, a dress shirt, and the actual jacket itself. It was made using some special fabric that she got after having one too many encounters with fire incidents in Equestria and dragons. She may have rarely used it, but it was fashionable as well as function. Also the fabric breathes, which is a plus when you’re schmoozing with ponies of higher standing at galas and parties where it’s hotter than the sun. The little clip on bow tie that came with the suit was cut out of an old white and blue polka dotted oven mitt that she had lying around. It was tastefully accompanied with a set of cufflinks that was retrofitted from pewter spoons and a couple of replacement oven knobs, each were studded with and aqua blue sapphire gemstones that match Victini’s fur. Lastly, the suit came with fresh rose just to add on to the raw amount of class that radiated off the suit. But perhaps the one thing that Victini noticed on the suit almost immediately before oozing over from the rest was the two inch by two inch satin handkerchief that was folded and tucked away on the right pocket of the suit. He loved the thing, it looked absolutely amazing and he actually couldn’t wait to put it on.   But he couldn’t. He was still guilt riddened from earlier and wondered wht Rarity was still doing all of this for him. He didn’t feel like he was making any progress at all. He looked up at Rarity, who by then was biting her lips in anticipation to see if he approved or not. “Tini, tini?” he asked. “What? I don’t know what ‘tini, tini’ means. But you like it, right?” she asked with desperatism laced in her words. “...” Victini didn’t really know what to say, since she clearly can’t understand him like Pinkie Pie or Big Mac can. Sighing heavily, he conceded and chose to wear the cool suit, reluctantly of course. Maybe he could find another way around this problem. “Dril! Dril, drilbur dril!” Drilbur demanded of Rarity “Dril, dril, drilbur!” “I’m sorry, I don’t speak... whatever it is you’re speaking" said Rarity until it finally clicked with her “Oh! You want a suit too, right?” she asked to which Drilbur nodded “Um... sorry, but I don’t have any mat-” she stopped when she noticed how impatient the mole looked as he held his claws on his hip and tapped his foot rhythmically. “Uh... I’ll see what I can do...”