Never the Final Word (Vol. 2)

by FanOfMostEverything

Georg's Pegasus Karma (Estee's "Unicorn Yoga")

Author's Note:

[Comedy]

This is a continuation of Estee's Unicorn Yoga (6,713 words, [Comedy][Slice of Life])

SPOILER POSE: Rarity places a mail order for an instructive LP on what's alleged to be instructions for a buffalo meditation exercise meant to boost creativity. What she ends up doing is making a fool of herself in front of a cloud-seated audience. She plans revenge involving claims of how certain skin-irritating fabric dyes can improve one's aerodynamics...

There was only one way out of the room, and it fairly glowed with a two-tone magical aura, a pleasing mix of pale blue and light violet, which was one of the benefits of having an alicorn princess as a very close friend. It also helped that Twilight Sparkle had been on the receiving end of Rainbow's "Wit" several times, and required very little convincing to turn the tables in the other direction for a change. The room was also quite small and mostly concrete, which was a natural consequence of living close to the Everfree Forest and having certain pragmatic individuals who very much preferred to have a place to run into when something oozed or stomped out of the lush green trees and onto the rural streets. As a matter of coincidence, the pragmatic individual this room belonged to also had felt the sharp sting of Rainbow's pranking and required no convincing at all to loan their storm shelter for this purpose, only asking that their name not be mentioned and perhaps a few moments to get a camera ready for the eventual emergence of the metaphorical butterfly from its itchy chrysalis.

"Rarity," cautioned Rainbow Dash, who had backed herself into a corner as if the...striking color scheme she sported could have been hidden in anything other than an ongoing paint store explosion. "I changed my mind. The itching is fine. You don't want to do this." Magenta eyes flickered from the steaming tub in the middle of the floor to the various bottles of chemicals scattered around it, some of which were lightly fuming. Then she looked back at Rarity, or at least who had to be the Bearer of Generosity disguised in a Hoove-Mat Model 746 Extra-Heavy-Duty suit which had been tastefully taken in and let out in places to avoid unsightly wrinkles, but still left the mirror-like faceplate in place. There were two huge frightened eyes reflected in that blank silver expanse, and they grew as the creature approached and spoke in a near mechanical monotone through the filters.

"Why, Rainbow Dash. You could not be more mistaken. You wanted this. You asked for this. You signed the contract that Twilight Sparkle wrote up for you. You said anything would be better than what you were going through."

"Eeep." Even backed into a corner and gnawing at a fetlock that had just begun itching so hard that raw terror could not block it, Rainbow Dash managed, "You're my friend, Rarity!" Then in a much smaller voice, "You're not going to kill me, are you?"

"Kill you? Of course not." The featureless figure took a step back and held one suit-clad hoof across her chest in a pose of pure indignation. "I expect you to dye!"

Comments

[Skywriter]

Oh, oh no.

[Speckle]

Wonder when RD will get it through her head that it's a bad idea to get on Rarity's bad side?

[Wilt]

The question isn't how long its going to take for RD to have that thought, its how long is the thought going to stay in Rainbow's mind.

[Georg]

11565788 Milliseconds. She's fast, after all.

[WanderingPony]

Oh, Rainbow. It's Bondage most vial for you.