Equestrian Law

by East Coast

Suits(not a chapter)

Deeply inspired by nobreiner's Noblelicious chapter from his story The noble guardians... I give you suits... Thank you NPH... Wherever you are...
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So... I mean... That was it... It was seriously that... I-I had at least expected some kind of fight... But no... Now I'm left with a whole day free... Turns out though, pyrelight came back from my place in enough time to deliver me my meager earnings from the royal court( cheapskates... please don't send me to the moon!) and that gave me some playing room for bits... I didn't have much to do, the next train to canterlot wasn't coming for at least another two hours. Sooo I had only a hoof-full of things I could do.

1: Hang out with Trix(not the best plan given she doesn't want to go anywhere...)
2: Talk to cherilee(let's set this on the after burner shall we?)
3: Read(reading is good)
4: Dat plot...
5: Do some legal work...
6:Go get coffee... I could use a coffee...
7: Lead the town in a song about my single most favorite thing in the world...

Yeah! That last one sounds just skippy! Mystical omnipresent musical accompaniment, if you please!

Magna was now magically sitting at a small table toward the audience

I know what you're thinking
'Mag, what are ya doing?'
Cherilee needs a talk!

He pointed to his head with a hoof, made his eyes 'derp' in circles a moment, then looked off warily

Yes I wanna see her
But no I cant just fly there
'Cuz there's one thing I am not

He floated out of the chair and closed his eyes, holding a hoof proudly to his chest

To be forgiven would be just fine
But I'd like to keep this life of mine
It's a truth you can't refute
Nothing suits me like a suit

Magna took off down the street, looking on several citizens of ponyville, including; a grey mare with bubbles on her flank, a dog, a thundering white pegasus with outrageous muscle structure, a little baby unicorn who was nom-ing on what appeared to be a dish towel, and photofinish doing a shoot in the park with a beautiful fleur de lis posing. At a look they seemed to become magically wrapped in fine clothing

Picture a world where all the fillys and foals
Are impeccably well dressed
That mail mare in a gown with trail
That puppy in a double-breast

That juiced pegasus with little wings
That baby who likes eating things
That fashionista who's really cuuuuuuute
Nothing suits 'em like a suit!

He took to the sky, twirling as he broke the cloud layer and found himself in the air space of cloudsdale

Wingsocks I can wear
They're oh so debonair
The perfect way to snare
A mare with testing issues

He trotted briskly on the runway of a take-off ramp before shooting below the cloud layer and flying a light circle around Twilight Sparkle

In indigo or black
Check out this perfect rack-
I want to give them a squeeze!

He dreamily floated through the window of hit temporary residents and admired the rack of fine clothing designed by Rarity

Oh really?
It doesn't look better than Trixie~

>Leave it to trixie to kill my buzz<

Trixie picked up a letter with the name 'Cherilee' underlined in red

What would you do if you had to choose
Between your suits and a certain mare?

Mag looked at her a moment then pointed to the rack behind him

Suits.

Trxie floated over a suit, wrapped in her magic, and inspected it, scrutinizing flaws that weren't really there, finally tossing it behind her

What would you say
If you gave your suits away
In return you could grow old with her?

Mag dashed(the verb, inspired by the noun)after the suit, catching it before it so much as wrinkled

Suits.

Carta began a walk downstairs to go back out side. he only took the stairs because Trixie was now in toe... Hoof... Trailing him...

What would you prefer
For me to call you sir
Or a single three-piece suit?

Mag rolled his eyes as he walked out the door

It's moot.

What if you were on your way
To endless fame ...

Mag stopped and turned to face trixie, waving his front hooves in her face.

Abbadabada
I'm gonna stop you right there...
It's suits.

M.C turned and looked condescendingly over his shoulder at his companion

Come on, Trixie. Get your head outta your ass.

Carta took to the skies and cleared his throught, as he spoke the population of ponvyville flocked to him

ahemTwo... Three... Four!

The crowd organized into neat rows as the well dressed colt eased down at the head of the rabble

Mares will go and Mares will come
But there's only one absolute
Every Powne on the go needs to know
That there's no accepted substitute

Magna flew into the window of Sugar cube corner once more, returning with his damaged suit

I'm sorry suits, let's make amends
My Sunday bests are my best friends!
Send casual Friday down the laundry chute

The crowd gathered around him took look on the barely damaged suit as magna took to the sky with the rest of the pegasi the whole voice of ponyville rising into the sky with him

'Cuz nothing suits the undisputed
oft-saluted
Lawyer of repuuuuuuuuute

The ponies extended their left front hoof and slowly raised it up

Liiiiiiiiiiiike

They then switched to the right one

Aaaaaaaaaa

Above the skies of ponyville, carta winked and held his hooves out with a look in his eye

wait for it...

At his signal, the wonderbolts tore open the cloud curtain in an aweaspiring display of awesome as magna joined the earth bound rabble of ponyville

Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuit!
Nothing suits him like aaaaaa~
Suit!
Nothing suits him like aaaaaaa~
Suit!

>......<
>...Awesome...<

>I know Right?<

>STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!<

Comments

[MacGyver]

Brava. Brava ragazza.

[Steben]

There comes a point where you try to make it too random... personally I think you crossed the line. Songfics are a no-no in my book.

[East Coast]

1212792

Thanks! I don't know if anyone has ever done something like this, and I was kinda sick of cheri-mac fics but still hungering for more cherilee sooo... I decided to write this...

[East Coast]

1212953
Well to be honest It was the one chapter. I don't believe in "too random", but agree i really have to get to the grit of the story, I have lots of ideas where to begin but I don't quite know which to lead with. The next chapter will change allot of this. I guess the song was my way of saying "farewell" to lighthearted drunkenness and pinky-pie mind rapes...