The Smuggler and the Princess

by DocDelray

The Corellian Connection, Part Two

In the course of twenty-four hours, the primary cargo bay of the Meaningless Venture had been converted into a workshop. Spools of fabric and cloth had been stacked upon the couch along with various other supplies and a few fashion holo-mags. In the eye of the storm, Rarity was hard at work trying to create the promised outfit for her would-be client. Her mane and tail were frazzled, looking unusually unkempt for the prim mercer. Her attention was riveted to the work at her hooftips, brow furrowed and horn blazing a bright blue. Floating in the air around her were the various tools of her trade, as well as a cup of caf.

Simon didn't go beyond the hatchway, instead staying propped up against the bulkhead and sipping on his own cup of caf. He'd made the mistake of interrupting her work already, and had no desire to be threatened by a pair of shears yet again. Instead he was content to let her whittle the hours away sleeplessly while he breezed through the information on his datapad.

“Ugh, no, this simply will not do!” the ragged looking unicorn growled as she tossed yet another half finished creation aside. “Why in the name of Celestia do so many species in the galaxy just have to have a bipedal body?” She could feel the frustration starting to worm its way deep into her as she slammed her forehead into the fabric covered table. The design was there, in her mind, she could see it as easily as any of her other creations. But time and time again she found herself making novice mistakes. Whether it was a sleeve just barely an inch too long or a pants leg just a tad too short, all of these small accidents were starting to add up on her. Rarity found herself desperately missing her workshop; at least there she not only had access to all of her tools, but mountains of her prefered fabrics and of course her-

"That's it!" Rarity quickly sat up as it dawned on her. Her eyes darted to her human companion. "Simon, quickly, I need you to take off your clothes!”

The smuggler froze, mid-sip, at this demand. Staying very calm and collected, he finished swallowing the drink in his mouth and turned his attention to the harried mare. "Pardon?"

“Pleeeeeeease darling, I need your body, right now, please, please, please, please, please!”

Simon took a moment to process this while she stared up at him with desperate and frantic eyes. "Well, you're not the kind of girl I’m usually into,” he said with a casual shrug, “but, why not, it's been a while since I got some play.”

"I'm sorry, what?" Rarity asked with clear confusion etched on her face.

"I know, right? Great looking guy like me, you'd think I've got a girl every night," he told her as he started taking his shirt off. "Not to say I've got any trouble scoring; I mean, c'mon, dashing space rogue like me, girls can't get enough of me. The job just kinda gets in the way though." Soon he was stripped down to a pair of floral print boxers. "So, we doing this here or the bedroom, cause I kinda prefer not to pass out on the couch when we're done - kills my back."

Rarity sat in stunned silence as she stared at him while her mind tried to desperately piece together what had just happened in front of her. Quickly, a deep crimson bled through the white fur of her cheeks as everything became very clear to her. "Oh, uhm, well, Simon, dearest, I…, ahem, think there's been a slight misunderstanding. You see, when I said I wanted your body, I, uhm, well, naturally, I did not mean in a carnal way. You see, I've spent the greater part of my life clothing my fellow pony, but sadly I'm somewhat still novel when it comes to the body shape that most of the galaxy seems to have. As such, I need you to act as a sort of dressform so that I can put together this outfit for our client."

"Ah," Simon said as she finally clued him in. "Soooooo, does that mean that we aren't going to..." He nodded downwards towards his boxers for emphasis.

“I’m afraid not,” Rarity said evenly. “Even if the desire were there...I shan’t have the time to, ahem, ‘do anything’, as it were.”

"Alright, it’s your loss."

"And it will keep me awake for nights to come, I assure you."

A few more minutes went by while Simon gathered his thoughts, lowered his libido and adjusted to the slight draft of the workspace. “So, you really think you can trust them?” Simon finally asked her as she went to work modifying the fabrics.

Rarity raised a curious brow at this. “That depends, darling, are you ever able to trust anyone?”

“In my experience, no one is trustworthy.”

“Simon Ortell trusts no one, that’s certainly a shock to me.” Rarity snorted. “Honestly, dear, if you never give anypony a chance you’re going to end up living your days out all alone.”

“Then at least I’d be living a long life,” Simon countered. “Everyone in the galaxy wants something, whether it’s credits, a hot meal, or a warm body to sleep beside. No one does anything for nothing. And believe me, no one passes up a chance to get everything they want while giving up nothing in return.”

“Darling, are you suggesting that Malrick would double cross us? What makes you so sure of this?”

“He’s overly friendly and nice,” Simon said bluntly. “No one is that nice unless they want something.” Out of the corner of his eye he could see the look that his mare companion was giving him. “What? It’s true.”

“So, in your narrow view of the galaxy at large, there is no room for kindness outside of the desire to achieve one’s personal goals?”

“Not just him,” Simon quickly defended. “That Kinaris guy too. What makes you think he’ll keep his word? He blackmailed Malrick into backing off so he could claim the GA contract, we know now that he deals regularly with a human supremacy Sith spawn and right now he’s holding all the cards. I’m just saying that it wouldn’t surprise me in the least for him to go back on his word. That’s just how it is for those of us not living on planet Sunshine Rainbow.”

“Hmph, I should introduce you to my dear friend Fluttershy then; she would certainly make you eat your words.”

“Sharing me out to your friends now, Princess?” he asked with a wry grin and a playful wink. “I got no problem with that; I love group activities.”

“Oh yes, such a lovely girl,” Rarity happily told him. “Perhaps you’d also like to meet the wonderful Mandalorian courting her while we’re at it.” She could barely suppress the urge to giggle at the way he visibly recoiled at the mention of a Mandalorian.
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The time had finally come. Simon and Rarity stood at the foot of the steps leading up to the luxurious manor of Kinaris Xardos; though the locals had called it a mansion, it was, in truth, far more palatial than that. Towering high with walls of polished stones of pure alabaster inlaid with gleaming metal worked into the stones, giving the place a look of ostentatious yet secure grandeur. Rarity paced back and forth in a near panic as she muttered her uncertainties to herself while a suit carrier floated beside her in a dull blue aura.

Simon watched her nervous trek back and forth for a time before finally snarling at her, “Would ya knock that off, Princess?!”

“I’m sorry, darling, it’s just that, oh, I’m so nervous about this,” she admitted finally. “Such a high-profile client and the first major offworld job I’ve ever done - you can hardly blame me for being at least a little on-edge about all of this.”

“Yeah well, I guess it doesn’t help that these karking dinks are making us wait like this,” Simon added. “I’ll bet they’re probably watching us stew for laughs.”

The posh Unicorn snagged the edge of Simon's ear and tugged him roughly and brought him to one knee near her. "Darling, I would rather you didn't speak ill of our clients at every chance you find. Now please, just try to at least pretend you don't have such a negative attitude about everything?"

With an angry growl and a few alien curses, the smuggler freed himself from the telekinetic grasp and shot Rarity a glare. "I prefer to call a realistic view of the galaxy. You'll learn soon enough, Princess."

It was then that a well-dressed Twilek male appeared in the doorway. He bowed his head as he greeted the pair of them, “Lady Rarity, my master is ready to receive you and your gift.”

The pair shared a look of silent agreement to deal with this further when they no longer had business to attend to, then followed close behind the alien servant as he lead them through the opulently decorated halls of the stately manse. The high walls and arching ceilings were adorned with a great number of paintings, tapestries and sculptures of important moments and peoples of the their original cultures. Rarity couldn't help but stare at the strange and breathtaking works of art and wonder what inspired them and what stories they were trying to tell now. It made little difference now; the only story they could tell was of the over-burdened bank account of their current master and owner.

As they traveled deeper into the manor Rarity and Simon could see a number of the servants preparing the home for the upcoming party, laying upon the tables a number of refrections and delights that came from the compass points of the galaxy and were equally varied in their sight, smell, presentation, and, likely, taste. The fashionable Unicorn quickly recalled the infamous night of the Grand Galloping Gala at the sight of the decorations and food platters. Perhaps this party in particular won't end as disastrously, she thought to herself, not venturing to voice her concerns.

Eventually they found themselves lead into a large study that could put even the sizable, sometimes surprisingly well and conveniently stocked library of Ponyville to shame. Stacks and shelves of codices, scrolls, tapestries, and datapads lined the room and reached up into the high arched ceiling. Rarity couldn't help but snicker inwardly at the thought of Twilight drooling over the impressive amount of knowledge accrued here.

At the far end of the room sat a large wooden desk centered in front of a large bay window that looked out across the vaster plains and mountains. Kinaris sat behind it and gave more attention to the datapad in his hand than to his newly arrived guests. When they neared he gave Rarity and Simon a brief glance before returning his attention to his work.

"I hope you both know I'm incredibly busy at the moment," Kinaris told them both before setting his datapad off to the side. "For both of your sakes, this had best not have been a waste of my very precious time."

"Of course, darling," Rarity said as she stretched her most well-practiced smile across her muzzle. "As such I'll forgo the flourish and get right to the reveal."

With a bright blue flash from her horn, the suit protector vanished in a flash and left behind the carefully crafted outfit. Floating in its place was now a tunic of dark blue outlined and patterned with golden embroidery, accompanied by a pair of matching pants. A shawl of golden material was draped from shoulder to waist with a similar wrap hanging about the midsection of the outfit. The outfit subtly gleamed in the light of the room, helpfully enhanced by a small glamor spell or Rarity’s, designed just for occasions like this.

On the outside, Rarity was all business, calm, collected and most importantly an absolute professional. She showed no outward signs of any kind of emotion as she watched Kinaris examine the outfit. Inwardly, however, she was a raging storm of fear and apprehension. There was more to this for her than simply completing their job for Malrick. Something like this could easily jumpstart her career beyond Equestria and maybe even rocket her straight to into intergalactic fame overnight.

"An...interesting...design." Rarity's heart soared through the roof as Kinaris complemented her hoofwork, but was immediately brought back to ground as he added, "However, I'm afraid it just doesn't quite meet my high standards."

Her ears quickly drooped at hearing this. "I see, well, are there any kind of changes I could make to it for you?"

"No," Kinaris said flatly before returning to his seat behind the desk and scooping up his datapad again. "You may go."

Simon's fists gripped the point of becoming white-knuckled as he glared daggers at the overconfident man behind the desk. "You gotta be kidding me," he snarled through bared teeth. "After all that work and you're just gonna brush us off like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"

He reached out, taking Kinaris roughly by the collar. But before he could enact any of the violent fantasies that were running through his head, his arm was quickly grasped and twisted roughly at an odd angle. With a shout of pain the smuggler was sent to his knees, his own pained yelps drowning out Rarity’s cries of alarm.

"Boy, you need to learn your place, especially when coming into my home," Kinaris said in a low, firm tone before twisting the arm just a bit further to coax out a louder scream. "On the ground like this is exactly where a slum-crawling mongrel like you deserves to be."

"Take your hands off him," Rarity loudly protested until the familiar feel of a metallic cylinder pressing into the back of her skull filled her senses. Cautiously she threw a glance over her shoulder to find the Twilek servant, a pistol in one hand and a vibroblade in the next.

"Don't even start with me, you up-jumped alien trash," Kinaris growled at her. "Did neither of you think I wouldn't run a background check on the two of you? I know for a fact that our ‘chance meeting’ was all part of whatever revenge plan that fool Malrick had dreamed up. Normally I'd kill the pair of you on the spot for such insults, but I think sending you back to your master with your tails between your legs will send a much louder message to that degenerate."

The pair found themselves ejected from the stately manor in short and ungainly fashion. Simon quickly shouted something that, judging by the sudden spark of anger, the tail-headed alien clearly recognized. He quickly struck Shimon across the face with the heavy metal of the pistol in his hand before backhanding him with it for good measure. The blows sent Simon toppling backwards onto the ground while the Twilek merely left him there bruised and bleeding from a gash over his eye.

"Simon, are you alright?" Rarity asked worriedly as she rushed to his side.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he admitted with a labored breath. "Freaking highborns… hate every last one of them."

"Darling, why did you have to escalate things like that?"

"C'mon, you honestly didn't think he'd pick your fancy duds over whatever he's already got waiting around for him did you? I know you're not that gullible, Princess."

"Yes, well, either way you didn't have to try and attack him like that," she snapped at him while helping him back to his feet. "He might be a classless boor, but that's no reason to take things to such a crass level. I suppose we'll have to find another way to get those coordinates from Malrick."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Simon told her with a playful grin as they strode towards a parked speeder.

"Simon, what did you do?"

"Let's just say that, so long as no one decides to finally move that heavy wooden desk of his, then we’ve pretty much finished our part of this job. After all, you think I'd let a punk like him put me on my knees if it wasn't part of the plan?"

"Oh really?" she asked with a teasing smirk of her own. "So does that mean that when Vrax beat the snot out of you it was all part of your plan, then?"

Simon shot her an annoyed glare before getting into the speeder. "Keep it up, Princess, and I won't let you in on phase two of my masterful plan."

"I'm surprised there was a phase one," Rarity drolled as she took her seat in the passenger seat. "Really Simon, can't we just call this one a fait accompli and go back to the ship?"

"Tch, no way," the smuggler snorted at the thought of such an action. “After the money we’ve lost on that plan of yours, we need something to break even on all this.”
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Dark had finally set upon this hemisphere of Corellia bringing with it a clear, cloudless sky and a soft summer breeze. From her spot on the grassy hill, Rarity stared up in wonder at the alien world’s night sky. She lost herself in the unfamiliar constellations that pierced the dark blue blanket above and painted it. Even more so she found herself enraptured with the three moons that floated overhead. It would almost seem romantic if it hadn’t been for her current company.

Sitting near her, Simon watched the manor at the center of the valley below through a pair of electrobinoculars. To her other side, was R8-Z7, seemingly oblivious and simply whistled a tune to himself while a tiny device spun about atop his head. With an inward sigh, Rarity made a mental note to return to this planet with somepony of a higher caliber. At the very least, she’d mention the night sky to Luna, who would very much appreciate it.

“Toldja, you should’ve brought a book or something,” Simon pointed out without looking up to see her.

“I wasn’t aware we’d be spending the majority of our night sitting in the dark,” Rarity huffed. “And all the while, a perfectly delightful party is going on in the distance.”

“A party we weren’t invited to,” Simon reminded her.

Before Rarity could fire off a retort, Zee began beeping and whistling with excitement. She turned towards her human companion for any kind of translation of what had the droid so keyed up.

The smuggler quickly adjusted his view on the mansion and zeroed in on dark-clad figure slipping in through a window. “Cheer up Princess, the night's just about to get fun."

Several minutes later, the Unicorn, the human and the droid quietly made their way through the empty, dimly-lit halls. In the distance they could hear the sounds of mingling partygoers and the soft lilt of music that tantalized the heart and mind. Rarity couldn’t help but pout a bit at being so close but so far away from what sounded but a wondrous gathering.

“Simon, darling, this is crazy,” she whispered to him.

“I told you, don’t worry about it,” he assured her. “We’re letting Malrick’s professional do all the heavy lifting for us. All we’re doing is helping ourselves to some of the crumbs and making it look more like an everyday robbery. If anything, this thief should be thankful for the backup.”

"That's all well and good, but what about us setting off the alarms?"

"Relax. You don't think I played around with that nifty little gadget of Malrick's? Zee and I found a way to boost its masking effect. Long as we steer clear of the party and guards, no one'll know we were ever here."

Zee even gave a happy little chirp for his master's plan, but something still weighed down on Rarity. "Simon, I know you're used to doing things of less than scrupulous nature. But I, on the other hoof, am not a thief, nor do I wish to become one," she protested through her clenched jaw. "Why couldn't you have left me back on the ship?"

"What, you mean besides the fact that your Force power's helped pull our butts out of the fire plenty of times so far? I'm not saying things will go south, but if they do, I'd rather have you close by to help than miles away."

Rarity was taken aback by this revelation. This man who'd fought and spat and screamed with her almost every step of this journey had just admitted to needing her help. It did little to dull the discomfort of committing a clear and obvious crime, but then again she'd already aided in that when she agreed to plant that device in the office. Still, it did bring a small smile to her lips at the thought of her new comrade finally opening up to her in some way. She mused about how much nicer it'd be if he'd do so over tea or something equally pleasant and legal.

The trio came to a pair of guards standing watch at on either side of a pair of large double doors. Simon eyed the scene with a hungry gleam in his eye as he dreamt up what might be waiting behind those big, heavy doors. Without a word, he signaled to Zee to start up part of the plan. The droid nodded its entire body to show recognition before a section of its head slid open and a small antenna rose up. Rarity quietly watched this play out, curious to see how exactly they intended to get past the rather large and foreboding watchmen.

A shrill beeping coming from a guard's wrist mounted computer drew its owner's attention. "Looks like someone decided to take a detour into the western wing bedrooms," he grunted in annoyance. "C'mon, we'd better break up their private party before they make a mess of the sheets."

"Yeah, let's just take our time though, better chance of getting a bit of show," his partner suggested with a wide, toothy grin.

Once the pair had wandered off out of sight, Simon and Zee quickly went to work on the door. Rarity couldn't help but watch with a slight touch of awe at how deftly the human and droid were able to ply their skills. They were a well-seasoned team which shone through with the way they we able to swiftly breeze through the electronic locking programs that kept the hefty doors locked tight. Soon the dull THUMP of the last locking mechanism disengaging was heard.

Simon carefully cracked the door ever so slightly and peered inside. He was happy to see that the only thing inside the room looked to be the stored-away trinkets. The roguish spacer motioned for the others to enter the room and carefully eased the doors shut behind them. By the light of the triple moons, Simon beheld what looked to be the private collection of Lord Xardos. Walls of fanciful paintings and tapestries from worlds and ages unknown and forgotten. Display cases held strange and unusual objects from across the galaxy, while a few held shimmering works of jewelry and several metallic cubes lined with what looked like glass.

"Okay, let's move quickly," Simon told his companions in a low voice. "Don't bother with the jewels, they're probably fakes, but we definitely want those holocrons, those’ve gotta be pre-Purge era."

Glancing over his shoulder, Simon spied the sullen look on Rarity's face as she levitated a few objects out of their cases to examine them closely. The subtle twitch of her ear drew his attention to the lightly-muffled sound of the party going on just below them. With an inward curse or ten, he motioned to Zee to continue gathering up the valuables he could fit into the pack they'd brought with them.

Simon's approach had nearly gone unnoticed until he was standing beside Rarity and said in a near-whisper, "Lady Rarity, may I have this dance?"

She looked up at him with clear shock and confusion at the sudden and very out of place question. "Simon?"

The human bowed in a formal manner to her and offered a hand to the mare. With a brief hesitation, Rarity placed her hoof in his hand and was gently helped to her hind legs. It was wobbly at first, and more than a bit awkward for her, but she soon found it was easier to do so if she used Simon's body for support. A deep red glow pushed through the fur of her cheeks when her body pressed into his, only to become another shade brighter when his arm slipped around her waist and his hand pressed into her loin. On instinct, her own forelimb snaked tightly around his midsection to help her cling against his body. Rarity found herself standing with her head coming to just around his shoulders. Nervously, Rarity looked into spacer's eyes which brimmed with confidence and life as he slowly began to move with her.

It was then that the fates deemed to play a slow soft melody that helped guide their movements. Simon carefully stepped about the room, holding his dance partner in his arms and staring deeply into those perfect blue eyes. For Rarity the show room had vanished; she was in a grand ballroom that rivaled that of the Canterlot palace. Nobles and dignitaries of all species all watched the mare and her partner with envious eyes as she and Simon drew everyone's attention towards them.

But eventually the music came to a slow fading stop, as did their dance. Rarity still held herself against Simon's chest while likewise he continued to hold her in his arms. The imaginary crowds had vanished and only the two of them remained in the pale moonlight. They stared into one another's eyes for a while longer, both of them drawing closer under the pull of an invisible force between them. Their lips parted on reflex as they came within inches of one another.

"Can't believe it was a false alarm," a voice on the other side of the door grumbled.

"Probably someone trying the doors to see if they can sneak inside," the other one replied.

Simon breathed out an angry curse before his attention moved to one of the large windows. "Rarity, you said before that you need line of sight for that one trick, right?"

The serene, still silence of the distant hillside was suddenly shattered in a flash of bright blue energy. Simon, Rarity and Zee were materialized in this burst of light. The two flesh-and-blood members of the party were hit with a heavy wave of disorientation and fatigue causing them to fall over one another. The spacer and unicorn laid in the dew-laden grass as the iron weight of sleep threatened to make them both pass out. Rarity’s head was resting against Simon’s chest, she could hear the steady thump of his heart.

The loud chirping and whistles of the astromech droid, however, caused this moment to come to a sudden end. With a grumble, Simon forced himself to sit up and pulled the unicorn with him. “Alright, alright Zee, we’re moving.”

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The Meaningless Venture’s engines roared to life and began lifting the metal behemoth into the air. It rose into the air until it had cleared the open roof of the starport and began rocketing into the stratosphere. Before long, the ship, was soaring once more through the freedom of open space.

“It’s unfortunate that you could not spend more time on our world,” the holographic form of Malrick said. “Your presence will truly be missed, dearest Rarity.”

“I know, darling,” Rarity cooed from her spot on the couch in the recreation spaces. “But perhaps when all is said and done I can pay you a visit.”

“Speaking of bringing things to an end,” Simon pointed out as he entered the room. “We’ll be taking those coordinates now.”

“Of course,” Malrick replied while tapping away at something off camera. “You know, I heard a rumor that Kinaris was robbed during his party. Quite a few things went missing from his private collection. You wouldn’t happen to have heard anything about that would you, Captain Ortell?” Simon kept his face a stone wall, his eyes locked with the hologram of the noble. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t have heard anything about that, would you,” Malrick said with a wry grin. “The coordinates have been sent to your nav-computer, I wish you both the best of luck in this venture. You just might need it.”

Once the hologram cut out, Simon let out a drawn out sigh and flopped backwards onto the couch. He rubbed his temples with an annoyed grumble. “I am so karking happy to be off that planet.”

"We could have left sooner if you hadn't insisted on getting even with somepony," Rarity huffed. "Really, stealing, how absolutely unbecoming of an Element of Harmony. The longer I spend with you Captain Ortell, the more of a criminal I seem to become."

"Yeah, but you gotta admit, it was kinda fun, right?" Simon asked while flashing her a playful grin.

For a moment Rarity was silent, but slowly the faintest crack of a smile split her lips. "It was rather exciting, wasn't it? I just hope nopony back home finds out. Oh, just imagine the scandal it would cause!"

"That's right, Princess, gotta keep those priorities straight," Simon snickered. "As for our newly acquired cargo, I know a few good fences, they'll get us a good payout for all that junk and a few of them might not screw us out of our cut."

"You know, Simon, for all the times we might scream and shout at one another, I'm glad you've been here to watch out for me," Rarity admitted while resting a hoof upon his shoulder. "Thank you darling, you're a good friend."

Simon glanced at the hoof resting on his shoulder. This simple act brought with it a warm swelling deep in his chest. A warmth that wanted to spread out to the rest of his body and bring down his long standing defenses. A warmth that quickly smothered by pulling away from her and getting back to his feet. Something grabbed him though, it stopped him mid-stride on his way towards the cockpit and forced him to root at the center of the space. With a great deal of reluctance, he gave in to this boiling feeling.

"Hey Rarity," he said while keeping his back to her. "I know you weren't keen on the robbery plan and that I pretty much pushed you into it, so I'm sorry for that. For what it's worth though, you did alright, thanks," Simon looked over his shoulder at her smiling face before quickly slipping his rocky mask back on. "Yeah, so anyways, Princess, we got a few stops to make, so try not to get underfoot till we're done, alright?"

Rarity could barely suppress the bemused grin that painted her face. "Just try not to get yourself into trouble while you're at it, darling. I need a rest between sessions of saving your flank."

Comments

[KetchupAndRice]

ooooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!

Update!

[Alanith]

>Pre-Purge Holocrons
>As in multiple ones

Shit you could basically call up wherever the Jedi Temple is this year, show them what you've got, and then get Grand Master Skywalker to write you a blank check. IIRC, the New Jedi Order had found like four functional examples EVER. And one got destroyed, one they thought might have been a very well fashioned fake by Palpatine, and one of which was a Sith Holocron.

[DocDelray]

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I'm not gonna give anything along those lines away. But suffice to say, even damaged ones could be worth something from the right buyer.

[TheTownCrier]

Just when I had all but given up hope! Deliverance!

[paul]

Sqweee!!!

I mean, thank you for the update dear sir. I am extremely happy to see this story alive again

[DocDelray]

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Honestly, you can thank Reel Big Fish for me wanting to write this again.

[TheTownCrier]

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I most certainly will.
Now let's talk about Fluttershy.

[Flynt Coal]

Ah, I've missed this. I love how Rarity and Simon's relationship is developing here. Those two are going to straight up murder me with their cuteness.

[DocDelray]

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Let's just hope they don't murder each other first.

[kojivsleo]

Nice to know it's alive.

[A Wild Magikarp]

Good Lord the shipper in me squees every time I read this. WHEN WILL WE SEE MORE?!