Chapter 1
“Seeking Beauty”
by Donny’s Boy
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Synopsis: Rarity has accomplished everything she’s dreamt of accomplishing, and she couldn’t be happier. At least, that’s what she thinks, until an old friend comes unexpectedly bouncing back into her life. A RariPie story.
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“I don’t need a parachute, baby, if I’ve got you.
Baby, if I’ve got you, I don’t need a parachute.
You’re gonna catch me,
You’re gonna catch if I fall …”
--Cheryl Cole, “Parachute”
Prologue
Desert. Hard, barren, unforgiving desert, as far as the eye could see.
To her right, endless sand. To her left, endless sand. And in front of her only a long stretch of railroad track, disappearing off into distance. All of it standing out starkly against the huge expanse of cloudless sky, where the sun burned a dusky orange as it kissed the horizon.
Sweat dripped down in absolute torrents, stinging her eyes, making her coat feel sticky and slimy. Every pump of the rail car’s lever sent another shudder through her aching muscles and another stream of perspiration down her back. But at least the discomfort caused by all this unladylike sweating and grunting served to distract her from the constant, incessant babbling that buzzed in the air like so many horseflies. For just as the sweat came pouring down in endless rivers, so poured out endless words from her companion’s mouth.
She’d stopped listening long ago, of course, but she couldn’t completely block them from her mind. All those words marched relentlessly forward, relentlessly onward. As the non-stop chatter battered her sanity, she tried to calm herself with daydreams about all the terrible, terrible vengeance she would wreak upon a certain rainbow-maned pegasus.
Then, the babbling suddenly stopped. She closed her eyes and drank in the sudden silence. It was as sweet as a drink of cool, refreshing water would have been at that same moment.
The quiet was not to be long-lived, however. “Hey, Rarity? I just wanted to say thanks.”
“For what?” Her voice snapped out like a whip, much harsher than she’d meant it to sound
But that harshness was only met with a happy giggle. “For catching me.”
They both lapsed back into silence. The only thing to be heard, as dusk descended upon them, was the rhythmic squeak of the rail car’s wheels as they traveled along the tracks.
“You’re welcome, Pinkie.” The words were so quiet, so gentle, they were almost lost to the wind. Almost, but not entirely.
Chapter 1
It began with a simple business card.
The Duchess of Hoofington had been taunting her all through the evening, going on at length about her fabulous new caterer, who was as yet a complete unknown in Canterlot’s high-society circles. All through the soup course, through the salad course and well into the course featuring the main entree, the duchess had sung the praises of her caterer’s many delectables--cakes and pies and tarts and, apparently, dragon-fire creme brulee. Even Fancy Pants, the most patient and tolerant of hosts, had shot the boastful mare a few annoyed looks from his place at the head of the dinner table.
But it wasn’t until the dessert course that the duchess finally moved in for the kill. “You know, Lady Rarity,” she began, with a smile as sharp as a dagger, “I really should put you in touch with my caterer. I’m sure her work would be just the most perfect thing for your fashion show after-parties.”
“Is that so?” Rarity’s smile was every inch as sharp and as dangerous. “Do tell, my dear duchess.”
The duchess, a pale green unicorn with a too-thin face, tilted her head. “I believe I have her business card somewhere or other … oh, and while I’m looking for it, may I ask you something, Lady Rarity?” A calculated pause, followed by another one of those awful smiles. “I was hoping you might be able to create one of your stunning dresses for my daughter to wear at her upcoming cute-ceañera, if you happen to be available to do so. I know how busy you get this time of the year.”
Aha. There it was. Rarity had been waiting for it because she knew, as surely as she knew that the Duchess of Hoofington was both an insufferable boor and an insufferable bore, that this would come down to a matter of quid pro quo. “I’m sure I can make some time in my schedule,” she replied in a light, breezy tone, “and I would be delighted to design for your lovely daughter.”
Free of charge, too, of course. That went without saying. Almost everything went without saying among Canterlot’s aristocracy, really, as directness was considered terribly uncouth. As refined and elegant as she already was when she first moved to Canterlot, Rarity had still been a bit surprised to learn that, here, nothing could ever be said but only implied. All of those years in Ponyville, surrounded by ponies such as Applejack and Rainbow Dash--who seemed to have had the filters between their brains and their mouths surgically removed at birth--had taken their toll on the unicorn’s sensibilities. She’d grown too used to ponies actually meaning the things they said.
She’d learned quickly, though. She’d had to.
Still smiling, the Duchess of Hoofington took out a small white card and placed it on the fine linen of the table. She gently nudged the card towards Rarity with a dainty burst of magic. “If I do give you this, you must promise that you’ll contact her! I don’t give her information out to just anyone, you realize.”
Despite herself, Rarity felt a flush of pleasure--that she wasn’t “just anyone.” It was silly, and it was wrong, but she felt it nonetheless. “I give you my word, Duchess,” Rarity said in a solemn tone, as she used her own magic to pick up the business card.
Which she almost dropped, once she saw what was written upon it. Because on the front of the card, in swirly pink script, were the words:
Pinkie Pie, Esq., D.D.S., Ph.D.
Sugarcube Corner, Proprietress
Caterer, Party Planner, and Balloon Animal Artiste
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Mixing business with friendship was never a good idea. And the mere thought of deliberately and voluntarily bringing Pinkie Pie up to Canterlot was enough to cause Rarity to nearly break out in psychosomatic hives. But she had promised the duchess, and one simply did not break promises to nobility.
So it was that she was now pacing around the large room that housed her work studio, anxious and restless, all while trying not to imagine all the many different ways everything could go horribly, horribly wrong. Soon enough, however, she was interrupted by her assistant, a rather short and stout young unicorn stallion, who rushed into the room as though being chased by an entire pack of timber wolves.
“I am so sorry, Lady Rarity,” he gasped out, eyes wide with fear and contrition. “I tried to inform Lady Pinkie that I would announce her arrival, but she--”
He was cut off as a familiar, high-pitched voice squealed, “Oh, my gosh! This place is so big!”
Rarity smiled almost despite herself as a blur of pink bounded into the room, and it was one of her seldom-seen genuine smiles. Turning to her assistant, she replied, “It’s quite all right, Snips. You oughtn’t blame yourself at all. But would you go prepare some tea for the both of us, please?“
“Yes, milady.” With a bow, the young unicorn stumbled his way out of the room, closing the door behind himself.
Once he’d left, Rarity approached her newly arrived guest, who was facing away from her and poking at a clothes mannequin with a curious hoof. “Lady Pinkamena! It’s so good to see you, darling.”
Pinkie Pie turned around with a grin. “Ha! ‘Lady Pinkamena’ ... You’re so funny, Rarity.”
“That is your title, you know.” The unicorn sighed. This was a conversation that had been had many times, but still, she felt compelled to try again. She always felt compelled to try again. “Certainly you remember the ceremony at which Princess Celestia bestowed ladyships upon all of us? In honor of our--and I quote--in honor of our dedicated service to the nation as bearers of the Elements of Harmony?”
Somehow, Pinkie was now halfway across the studio, inspecting some bolts of fabric with intense interest. She called out over her shoulder, “Well, sure, I remember! The party we had after that was one of the bestest I’ve ever thrown. But it’s still really funny when you call me Lady Pinkamena.”
With a quiet sigh, Rarity decided to let the matter go. The truth was, none of her friends ever used their titles, with the occasional exception of Rainbow Dash, who was of the firm belief that having a title made her name twenty percent cooler. In fact, Applejack had nearly refused to receive her ladyship at all, and it was only the combined pleading of Rarity and Twilight that had swayed the stubborn farm pony.
“I suppose you’re right,” the unicorn allowed, ever gracious. “Well, then. Let me start by saying that it was kind of you to come on such short notice, Pinkie.”
“Of course! I love my friends, and I love parties! How could I not come?”
At the mention of friends, Rarity perked up. “Ah, yes, that reminds me. Before we settle down to business, perhaps you could join me for tea and share a bit about how everyone is doing back in Ponyville?”
She didn’t actually have the time to do so, but then again, she never had the time. For anything, really. After only a few weeks of living in Canterlot, Rarity had learned that she’d have to make the time for the things that were truly important.
For instance, she’d been in the middle of a big rush order for Sapphire Shores when the letter arrived inviting her to Rainbow Dash’s big try-out for the Wonderbolts--which, naturally, had been scheduled for the very next day. She’d stayed up through the entire night, working at a feverish pace, but still it hadn’t been enough. By morning, she’d only completed half of the gowns that Sapphire had requested. It had been unfortunate, but there was only one thing that could be done.
She had dashed off a quick letter to Miss Shores full of the most abject apologies, and then she’d hopped the express train to Ponyville. She arrived just in time to join her other friends for the balloon ride that would take them all to Cloudsdale. And the very moment they’d landed in that grand city of the pegasi, she’d found herself engulfed in a giant, crushing hug by an athletic pegasus pony with a shaggy rainbow mane.
“Thanks for coming on such short notice, Rare,” Dash had whispered in her ear, her voice even huskier than usual. “I’m really, really glad you could make it.”
Rarity had laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Rainbow. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
That had been two years ago. Two years Dash had been a Wonderbolt, and two years Rarity had received not a single order from Sapphires Shores.
She regretted nothing.
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The afternoon tea shared by the two old friends was a much louder, more boisterous affair than the teas to which Rarity had grown accustomed. Pinkie guzzled cups of the beverage as quickly and as messily as she used to down mugs of cider at Applejack’s farm, all the while talking at a near breakneck pace.
“... and then Twilight got that look on her face--you know, the one where her eye starts twitching?--and Fluttershy said we should probably all leave, but I wasn’t so sure about that. I mean, if your friend is upset, shouldn’t you stay there and help them? So I was trying to explain all that to Fluttershy, but then Applejack chomped down on my tail and started dragging me away …”
Rarity took a dainty sip of her own tea. “Ever the eloquent diplomat, our Applejack,” she murmured, fond amusement tinging her voice.
“Uh-huh!” agreed Pinkie enthusiastically, as she slurped more tea. “Oh, and then the library burned down. Again. But it’s okay! Applebloom is fixing it back up, and it should be good as new soon.” Finishing off yet another cup of tea, the earth pony sat back and grinned. “So! What’s new with you?”
It was a question that Rarity was often asked, though not usually with such informal phrasing, and never with the utter sincerity that shone in Pinkie’s voice. Rarity found it rather a nice change of pace, truth be told.
“Not too terribly much, darling,” she replied with a casual wave of her hoof. “It’s been the same clients, the same dinner parties, the same plays and musicals for the last few months. Sweetie Belle was able to stay for a few days not too long ago, though, and that was quite the treat. Her tours keep her so busy lately.”
“I bet! I mean, she’s only the bestest singer in all Equestria.”
Rarity found herself smiling again. “I must admit that I agree with that opinion, though Sweetie tells me I’m biased. But if an older sister can’t show a bit of pride, who can?”
“Oh, I so totally know what you mean,” chirped Pinkie, nodding rapidly. “When my little sister broke open her first geode, I was so proud, I threw her a party right then and there!”
“You have a younger sister?” Rarity couldn’t quite keep the note of surprise from her tone.
“No, silly, I have two younger sisters. They both still live on the farm, though. They took over the rock farming from Mom and Dad a few years back.”
The unicorn took another sip of tea, while pondering over the various implications of this new bit of information. Fascinating. “I never knew you had sisters,” she finally confessed.
Pinkie grinned in reply. “There’s a lot that ponies don’t know about me! Twilight says I’m complicated.”
“I do believe our dear Twilight is quite correct in that assessment.” Rarity chuckled dryly. “Though, she usually is, isn’t she?”
“Yeppers! She’s such a smarty pants.”
At the thought of Twilight, Rarity had to stifle a sigh. How long had it been since she’d last visited Ponyville and seen Twilight Sparkle and the others? Two months? Three? She and Twilight corresponded regularly, of course--the studious unicorn did love writing and reading letters--but it wasn’t as satisfying as when when they’d lived just down the road from one another. Fluttershy also sent mail fairly often, but neither Applejack nor Rainbow Dash were much for written correspondence. For her own part, Pinkie sent care packages with little notes tucked inside, but the various cupcakes and brownies tended to smudge out all of the words she’d written down.
They still loved her, and she still loved them. That hadn’t changed a single iota through all the years. If anything, she'd come to love them more and more as the years passed by.
But things simply weren’t the same. Of course, that had been the point, back when she’d first planned her move. She’d long grown tired of Ponyville, with its humdrum everyday sights, its constrictions and its limitations. She’d longed for the bustling streets and towering buildings of the big city, for the glimmering opportunities Canterlot promised for her career--and she’d been blessed to have friends who urged her to go, even as they cried and hugged her close.
Rarity glanced out the window of her boutique, out at those wide, bustling streets of Canterlot, where countless ponies dressed in the finest of clothing passed by. She usually adored pony-watching, silently critiquing the various fashions that walked by her window, but at the present moment she couldn’t seem to muster up any enthusiasm. The sigh she’d been holding in finally slipped out.
So lost in all these thoughts was the unicorn that she didn’t notice that a silence had fallen over the little tea table until it was broken by an unusually soft, unusually serious voice: “Are you … are you happy, Rarity?”
Rarity turned to look at Pinkie Pie, and slowly she blinked as she attempted to clear the cobwebs from her mind. “What? Why would you ask such a thing?” She shook her head. “Of course I’m happy.”
The other mare frowned. “Are you sure?”
“Pinkie, I am fine. I am better than fine! I’m a successful, sought-after designer in one of the most glamorous cities in Equestria. This is everything I ever wanted. Why wouldn’t I be happy?”
“I guess that’s a good point,” said Pinkie, still sounding the slightest bit doubtful. “As long as you’re extra super sure.”
“I am. Quite sure.” And she was happy. She had accomplished exactly what she’d set out to do, and what more was there than that? What greater happiness could there be than making your dreams come true? “Now, as we’ve finished with tea, shall we begin discussing the preparations for tomorrow night?”
Not waiting for an answer, Rarity stood up and began heading across the room towards her work desk at a brisk trot. After a few moments she heard the clop of hooves behind her, as Pinkie finally followed.
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Author’s Notes: Thus begins my experiment in RariPie. This should be … something. I guess!
Also, can I just say that while I generally find Derek Hough (from “Dancing With the Stars”) kind of smarmy and ick, he is so ridiculously hot in the music video for Cheryl Cole’s “Parachute”? Lordy lordy.
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Woo! New Donny's Boy story!
A very solid first chapter. It looks like we will actually have some character development in this story (something that is quite often lacking in the majority of shipping)! I have to say though, I always love the strange little nuances you give the mane 6! That business card took me very much by surprise!
Anyway, I am very much looking forward to more! Keep up the great work!
Looks like fun! The only obvious downside to this relationship would be that Rarity would lose her svelte figure within the first month of Pinkie Pie cooking for her.
Raripie? What a rarity! I love what you've done with Rarity so far, her backstory was very believable and I'm liking the Canterlot society angle. I can't wait to see how Pinkie adjusts to the big city though.
Hmm, see, I knew I recognized your name. I read that one thing you wrote with the sad orange chicken. You seem to have a pretty extensive library of work, and I'm quite impressed. Still, I can't help but notice there are ponies in the fandom you haven't yet shipped Pinkie with. Best get on that. Again, good work, and always glad to see someone that understands that Pinkie Pie is objectively best pony
Besides the great dynamic between characters, the fact that Pinkie is so important for a Duchesse, and that we see THE desert scene; THIS:
Pinkie Pie, Esq., D.D.S., Ph.D.
Sugar Cube Corner, Proprietress
Caterer, Party Planner, and Balloon Animal Artiste
This is the best thing of the whole wide chapter.
"I love something; something is my favorite... "
Well written, good grammar, character Development, proper pacing. Confound this blasphemy I can't find a wrong!
I love this story darling, particular the authors note at the end. So true haha
Great chapter but....
NOOOOOO! DASHPIE IS ONE TRUE PAIRING! NO DEVIATIONS! BURN THE HERETICS! WITH INDIAN BURNS!
What is it with you and making me like pairings I never considered, DB? Are you trying to make me broaden my horizons? Am I too simple in my tastes?
All I want to do is enjoy a good PinkieDash and you keep blindsiding me with the most beautiful stories - or chapters of stories - from other pairings and then I have to love them too.
And you know, if you could just not characterise the...characters...so perfectly it would be easier to resist and it's getting harder to keep up this faux-negative style so i'm going to stop now.
You might be sick of hearing the same praise every time - don't worry, I have new praise too - but now that you're writing more ponies you're just proving me more and more right and soon you won't be able to deny it: You are not capable of writing any of these characters badly. I think the time and effort you put in to understanding the characters and making sure you get them just right really shows through and that the stories are truly exceptional for it.
Rarity is the character I see portrayed as shallow most often - with no real personality beyond 'vain and snooty' - and it bothers me, because she's fun to read about when she's well written. Granted a lot of that is because the stories I read don't tend to center much around her, so it's absolutely my own fault. But still - in my opinion you got her just right, and that makes me smile. I adore the bit about her snubbing Sapphire Shores for Dash - I think it defines a lot about who she is and helps set her character up for later in the story, without seeming at all forced. And I love that she doesn't regret it at all. Well done.
That said, I think the introduction - with the two of them trapped in the desert together alone - is the most powerful part of the story. I might just be reading too much into it but it just says a lot to me that, despite being trapped in a dusty, boiling, barren wasteland directly because of Pinkie Pie, she's still glad she caught her. Rarity, who hates getting dirty, is among the least adapted to such manual labour and would despise being trapped there the most, is still glad she caught Pinkie - and I don't doubt that in the same situation she'd catch her again.
I do hope she got her revenge on Dash though. Whatever it is she deserves it for just leaving them there.
I think my reviews are getting longer. I don't know if that's good or not. Either way, awesome work as always.
Also I feel silly for not guessing that the desert scene would be a part of this story. Doh.
EDIT: Wait! Wait! Wait wait wait. Wait. Does Pinkie Pie's card say she's a licensed DENTIST!? Because that would be so very awesome.
Read the business card, coated my screen in ginger tea. Worth it.
I'll be honest: I found myself skipping passages once it was established that Rarity moved to Canterlot, and again when Dash's status as a Wonderbolt came up. I've read too many "Growing up, growing apart" sadfics, and have grown to resent them, their tendency to break character for the sake of drama, and the heartbreak they inflict on me, so instanly tensed up and began judging wether or not I should finish. I feel bad about that, now that I've forced myself to read this through.You've made the shifts make sense, and keep the characters connected without being unrealistic, and I couldn't be more relieved. I shouldn't have expected less, so feel I have to apologise.
I'm quite interested to see how you'll play the social angle in this, and am already impressed with how you've shown the interactions among the "high-society" ponies. I can't yet see Pinkie as anything but a wrench in their little machine, even if the Duchess seems to approve of her, but no matter which direction that takes I've high hopes.
I wonder how Snips does with them. :p
First off, thanks everyone for giving this a shot. I know RariPie isn't one of the more common pairings. This shall be an adventure in crack shipping for all of us, whee!
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Aw, thanks! Glad you liked the business card. And yep, should be lots of character development, if I execute things correctly.
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Ha! The prices we pay for love, eh?
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Thanks! Glad it's believable thus far. Fingers crossed that things stay that way.
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Pinkie Pie is, unquestionably, best pony. And give me time, give me time ... I'm sure I'll ship Pinkie with everyone, at some point or another.
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Ha, glad you liked the business card.
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Thanks muchly!
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Rainbow Pie is indeed the One True Ship! I ... I apologize for my disloyalty. *hangs head sadly*
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I love Rarity (I love all of them, really), and it makes me sad when I see her written as just shallow or overly self-absorbed. I hope I do right by her. You aren't reading too much into the desert scene, by the way.
And, um, DUH. You didn't know Pinkie's a dentist? I thought everyone knew that.
(After posting this, I've decided that it's canon in this story that Pinkie has actually EARNED all of the degrees and titles she put on the business card.)
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Hee, I'm glad the business card went over as well as it has. And I think it's funny that you apologized when I never would have known if you hadn't told me--but seriously, though, thanks for going back and giving me the benefit of the doubt.
I can't handle the "friends growing apart" stories, either. Some are really beautiful and well-written, but my heart just can't handle them. My personal head-canon is that THEY ARE ALL BEST FRIENDS FOREVER AND EVER, no matter what. Though I think it's interesting what that might mean, as Rarity and Rainbow's big life dreams seem destined to take them away from Ponyville.
Next chapter: Pinkie is let loose upon high society! Awkward social moments! Cameos from Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis!
AND NEXT TIME, ON SEEKING BEAUTY--!
Sorry, couldn't resist the announcer voice. Another story to track, my list is getting full. Is that a thing? Lists getting full? If it is, I can't take it anymore, I might just break down right now. I have no idea what I'm typing, but this story is awesome, you're awesome, and you should feel good.
279726 Aw, but then I'd have to let the guilt eat at me, and you'd have less praise, and I can't have either of those. :p
That's exactly what sent me down the slippery slope: I'm a sucker for that sort of inner-conflict, and the first couple I read were beautiful despite the melancholy; one even ended on a high note. However, by the time I'd read three in which they'd all permanently severed ties, and one in which they each die cold and alone, I had to tap out. And cry for an hour.
I'm excited to see your Fancy Pants! (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Been working off-and-on on a Fancy Pants fic, and it's always interesting to see how different people see the character.
Of... of course. Of course she's a dentist! She wants to see everypony's beautiful smile, and she needs to be able to keep them beautiful, especially when her primary profession is the creation of sugar-coated pastries. Donny's Boy, this is BRILLIANT~!
...as is the rest of this story so far, mind you. While you know that Twinkie is my OTP, RariPie is just so, well, rare to see. The one time I did see it (The Combinatorics Project's second chapter), it was fantastic, and so far, Seeking Beauty is turning out to be of even greater quality. Write on, you crazy pie worshipper!
*goes off to revise head canon which used to have Pinkie's ridiculously advanced degree be a Master's in Theoretical Physics*
278618 Actually yes, apparently Pinkie is a liscensed dentist.
Oh, I'm going to enjoy this one.
I'm sure I'll ship Pinkie with everyone, at some point or another.
Pinklestia story confirmed?
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I think Donny's Boy was mainly talking about pairings between Pinkie and the rest of the Mane Six, but dare I dream that Starfall is correct and there's a CelestiaPie story in the future? Ever since a story advertising such a ship was posted at EqD and then abandoned after the first chapter, I have found myself wanting to see someone talented tackle this most unusual and yet potentially rewarding pairing.
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Aww, thanks. And the announcer voice amused me.
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Oh mah gawd. OKAY. Okay, y'all have asked for it. For now it is time for ...
DB's Long-Winded and Overly Analytic Thoughts On CelePie/PinkLestia
First of all, it's never occured to me to write this ship, but immediately upon hearing of it, I approved of its existence. I think it could work. I think ... I think it actually could be something beautiful and crazy and brilliant, and it'd probably make Twilight's head explode twice, which would be the icing on the cupcake, and YES. I say YES.
Pinkie Pie, much like Rodney Dangerfield, don't get no respect. (I've been having an extended convo with Prof. Piggy on such via PM as of late, actually. Many thanks to PP for chatting with me and sharing his insights on all these characters.) Everyone's all "You're so random, Pinkie Pie" and "She's just being Pinkie Pie" and "Shut up, Pinkie Pie." I think most everyone greatly underestimates Pinkie, which makes my heart sad. One thing I invariably do in all of the Pinkie ships I write is have Pinkie's love interest come to a point of appreciating and respecting Pinkie, because I think that is something necessary for any relationship to work and to feel as though it's one between equals. (Possible exception: Rainbow Dash. I think Rainbow is the one in the mane cast who respects Pinkie the most. This is why Rainbow Pie is best ship.)
But do you know who I think already respects and appreciates Pinkie? PRINCESS FREAKIN' CELESTIA. In fact, I think Celestia gets a huge kick out of Pinkie Pie and her Pinkie Pieness. In "A Bird in the Hoof," everypony's all, "Le gasp! We must remove Pinkie from the Princess's presence!" but, y'know, Celestia didn't actually seem bothered by anything Pinkie was doing. And then--and then!--Celestia pranks the Cakes by pretending to drink tea. And guess who would make an awesome prank partner for Celestia? Aww, yeah. I am firmly convinced that Celestia is pro-Pinkie Pie, and I think being with a pony who really appreciates her could do wonders for Pinkie.
I also think Pinkie would be good for Celestia, too. Pinkie's the only one, so far as I recall, who doesn't really bug out about Celestia being royalty. She's all, "Hey, Princess, how's it goin'? Gonna eat that? No? *chomp!*" She doesn't act disrespectfully, I don't think; I think it's just that she treats Celestia the same as she treats everypony. And given how most of the kingdom treats Celestia, I can't help but think that Celestia must really like that there's at least one individual out there who treats her as a pony instead of as The Princess.
So, yeah. I think they'd be really good for each other. Celestia takes Pinkie more seriously than others usually do, and Pinkie takes Celestia less seriously than others usually do, and I think that's exactly what they both want and need. This ship is seaworthy, my mateys.
Also, did I mention that Twilight Sparkle's head would explode? 'Cause Twilight Sparkle's head would explode.
Wow, this is really cool. The prologue was very well done, and I like it whenever you use some descriptive writing. You start some sentences off with "And", which is a conjunction, but it really isn't a big deal, that's just me nitpicking. Write however you want.
Anyway, it's really nice stuff. I'll be tracking this to see where it goes.
This is a Terrific Story! Didn't expect Pinkie to be an Esquire/Ph. D WOW! Keep up the good work!
Oh, goodness I hope this turns out awesome. I've been looking and waiting for a Raripie shipping fic FOR-EVER
Somehow, it makes sense that someone who deals in sweets is also a dentist.
Pinkie's business card says "Sugar Cube Corner", but elsewhere in the story (and the fandom), it's "Sugarcube Corner".
Prologue was really pretty. Definitely a fantastic hook for a difficult ship.
And this fic seems to be one of the few i've read that is capable of portraying rarity as a primary character instead of a supporting one. I'll definitely be reading this all the way through ^_^
*enthusiastic nod*
I am glad that someone has at last written this ship! Raripie is a great ship. I also admire how well you write. I hope to one day write so well. Great job!
I should have read this a long time ago, and even planned to; for some reason, however, it has slipped my mind and my reading list for all this time. Now that it's on the front page of fimfiction for the next few weeks, I no longer have any excuse.
Thus, I begin reading what, judging by the very first sentence, is some sort of MLP:FIM/Man vs. Wild crossover.
I'm only kidding. Of course I read the synopsis, just like any other sane person would do.
I begin.
This is incredibly funny to me; Rarity's irritation in the episode was really just irritation. We didn't see much more than that. But a compilation of the way you write her, her characterisation, and her verbosity within your writing style recreates that irritation into something that isn't just the tacked-on closing scene, but something which is genuinely funny...
...and also quite deep. I love that Pinkie thanks Rarity for catching her, and how that just blows away all the tension. It's really quite wonderful.
Here we have my favourite line this chapter; only Rarity could insult somepony so thoroughly and not be regarded as a jerk in consequence. To me at least. Also, her evident adaptation to Canterlot's high-society... bunch, is very well done; you've managed to maintain everything we like about her in the show, while also adding a dash of her own special brand of vanity into the mix - this Rarity is so definitely the one we know an love, but she isn't quite the same. As of Chapter 1 that is to the story's immense benefit.
My surprise essentially mirrored Rarity's at this line. It's so easy to forget that Pinkie Pie has sisters; we know she does, but we see so little of them in canon (and I've seen very little in the the fandom also) that when lines like this occur, have relevance and actually provide a bit of depth to a story, I find it pleasantly jarring.
That is just a few of the thoughts I had reading this chapter. I had more, but I'm sure you don't want "I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT" spammed all over your comments.
- MS
There is no way in Tartaurus that Pinkie is a doctor of dental surgery. There's not a dental school in any universe that would let her within a quarter mile without calling up a militia to drive her away.
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Are you sure? Pinkie is the wildest wild card ever drawn. She's shown skill in everything from choerography to engineering to fornesics, not to mention paranormal psychic abilities. I wouldn't put dental training past her.
For those hate comments, this is a fan fiction about a ficticious ship on a fan fiction website in a fantasy setting of a Kids tv show of a ficticious world where magic exists and where a pink Pony regularly breaks Physics.
I think this story is great.