Rarity takes control of my story and becomes the Element of Magic.
Somehow, some way, Rarity takes control of a story. With the infinite number of possibilities set before her because of this, she has only one thing in mind for how to change things. She wants to be the element of magic, not Twilight Sparkle. So, Rarity bends the fic to her command as we see what it would be like if Rarity took Twilight's place and threw everything off.
Thanks to Pageturner1988 for making the vector I used as a base for the page image.
It was a beautiful morning in Ponyville. Emphasis on was. You see, the Cutie Mark Crusaders decided to try to get Super Villain cutie marks, and it ended badly. Go figure.
“Applebloom, get down from the roof!” Applejack shouted to her sister.
“Never! And it’s Dr. Evil Applebloom now!” Applebloom screamed back.
“Yeah! Kneel before us!” Scootaloo shouted.
“Well this is going wonderfully.” Rarity grumbled.
“Are you kidding? This is the funniest thing I’ve seen since Pinkie’s last party.” Rainbow Dash said.
“That was last night Dash.” Applejack said.
“Don’t ignore us!” Applebloom shouted.
“Yeah! We’re trying to take over Equestria over here!” Sweetie Belle shouted.
“Sweetie Belle, if you won’t come down, could you at least put on a less tacky outfit?” Rarity said, turning to Fluttershy, “What’s wrong with cat-suits? Villains wear cat-suits.”
“I wore a cat-suit once!” Pinkie said, hopping over.
“Somehow, I don’t think you really qualify as a villain Pinks.” Dash said.
“You’ve never spent ten hours with her on a handcar.” Rarity said.
“I said I was sorry!” Dash shouted.
“Girls, this is getting lame.” Scootaloo said.
“See? This was a bad idea. Now get down here!” Applejack shouted.
“No way! We have a plan!” Sweetie Belle shouted.
“Cool. Whatcha gonna do?” Dash asked.
“We’re going to use Poison Joke on the entire city of Ponyville, and assume control in the chaos. By the time everypony is back to normal, we’ll have passed laws that make us undeniable rulers of the town!” Applebloom shouted, a crackle of lightning erupting behind her.
“Dash! Stop doing special effects for the girls! They’re going to get hurt!” Rarity shouted.
“Oh please, they’re fine.” Dash said, floating to the ground.
“Please don’t do that anymore.” Fluttershy said from behind Pinkie.
“Where are y’all even gonna get Poison Joke?” Applejack asked. Scootaloo pulled a large crate into view.
“Horse apples.” Applejack said, hanging her head.
“Yes! And you will be the first victims!” Applebloom shouted.
“Can we make somepony else the first victims? I think Rarity’s gonna get me grounded already.” Sweetie Belle asked.
“But then we’d have to get on a different roof, and the crate is heavy.” Applebloom said.
“Hey Dash! Are you gonna stop us yet?” Scootaloo shouted.
“Not yet! You’re doing great kid, keep going!” Dash shouted back, earning a smack from Applejack.
“Do not tell them to keep messing around on a roof.” Applejack scolded.
“Oh! What if you wore a suit instead? Con Mane villains wear suits, and they still look evil!” Rarity shouted.
“Oh please, we all know how this will end. Dash will eventually fly up and save them, Pinkie will produce a camera from nowhere, take pictures, and we’ll all have a hearty laugh about it as we read tomorrow’s paper.” Rarity said.
“That sounds nice.” Fluttershy said.
“Camera’s ready whenever you are Dash.” Pinkie said.
“Thanks Pinks.” Dash said.
“Um, could y’all come a little closer? We can’t quite get you with the Poison Joke from here.” Applebloom said.
“Get. Down. Here.” Applejack said through gritted teeth.
“Am I grounded if I do?” Aplebloom asked.
“You bet you sweet apple bucking flank you are!” Applejack screamed.
“What about us?” Scootaloo asked.
“Nah, it’s cool.” Dash said.
“Yes, but only for wearing spandex. I mean, honestly Sweetie Belle, spandex?” Rarity said.
“They were left over from the talent show.” Sweetie Belle said.
“How are they gonna take over the city?” Spike asked.
“We already told the others.” Applebloom said.
“Yeah, it’s bad form to monologue twice.” Dash said.
“You only know what that means from Daring Do, don’t you?” Rarity asked with a smirk.
“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” Dash said.
“Seriously, I’m getting bored.” Scootaloo said.
“Then it’s time for us to, AH!” Applebloom screamed as she tripped over a bit of railing. Before she could hit the ground, a purple blur swept in from the sky.
“Oh, hi Twilight.” Spike said.
“What are you girls doing?” Twilight asked.
“Can we get a ride down too?” Scootaloo shouted.
“Give me a minute.” Twilight sighed.
In moments, all of the Crusaders were back safely on the ground. Lovely. Because I don’t get enough of this in the show. Wait, what was that? Pardon? Seriously, what is that? You can hear me? Yes. Pinkie, is that you? Nope, I’m over here! Hello Pinkie darling. Rarity? Yes. This is somewhat unexpected. I’m not exactly used to mind reading… what are you? I’m the author. What? The author. Of the story you’re in. So Pinkie was right? Yeppers!
What’s going on? I can hear you… and you can hear me. I wonder… Wonder what? At that moment, a diamond tiara appeared to adorn Rarity’s head. “What the? Where did that come from?” Twilight asked. Oh, this is too good. What is going on? Let me try another.
Instantly, Rainbow Dash’s hair turned bright white. “Seriously Rares, what’s going on?” Asked Dash, who’s hair still shined with many colors. It only works on me? It’s not supposed to work at all! And yet, it does. How? Rarity had given Sweetie Belle a snazzy suit as she had walked out the door this morning. “So, I’m still not grounded, right?” Sweetie Belle asked, smoothing out her suit coat.
Stop it! I can affect things retroactively. Oh, I have a wonderful idea! No, what’s going on? It looks like you have a very special guest author. Moi. How? I don’t know. However, I’m not going to miss a glorious opportunity. What are you going to do then? I can change reality if it has to do with me yes? Apparently. I’m tired of taking a back seat to Twilight. Whenever something important happens, it comes down to her. This time, I’ll be the heroine. I’ll be the star of the show. And how will you accomplish that? You didn’t let me finish. I’ll be the heroine, I’ll be the star. I’ll be… the Element of Magic. WHAT? It’s simple, I just have to change things around so I’m the Element of Magic. But I already have a story here. Twilight’s going to overthrow Celestia, Pinkie Pie will become Princess, Applejack’s parents are actually going to be Changelings, so Applejack and her family are Changelings too, it’s gonna be awesome. Publish it some other time. And when you do, pick a better introductory chapter. Well, I’m still going to be writing everything else. Oh, it’s fine. I’ll survive. We’ll see about that. Oh, don’t be like that. This is going to be a grand adventure! I have wondrous plans! That’s what I’m afraid of.
My little pony, my little pony, ah ah ah ah, my little pony!
I used to wonder what power could be!
My little pony!
Until I rewrote the fundamental laws of time to have it given to me!
Big adventure,
Tons of fun,
And magic… wait, something’s
Faithful and strong,
Sharing, kindness, it’s an easy feat,
And I’m here to make it all complete!
My little pony!
Don’t you know I am your very best friend!
You rewrote the theme?
Yes, do you like it?
It’s kind of… egotistical.
Well, I am the only character in the tags, so shouldn’t it be about me?
You know what? Let’s get to the plot already.
Yes, I’m dying to see what’s happening.
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there were two regal sisters who ruled together, and created harmony for all the land.
What are you doing?
The intro.
No, that was the intro for the first episode.
You thought you could rewrite the universe in front of a fanfic writer without having to actually see how things changed?
Whatever, but skip the intro. I’m going straight to Celestia about this.
Okay, saves me some copy and pasting.
Rarity threw open the doors to Celestia’s chambers and cantered up to the Princess.
“Ah, Rarity, how are you?” Celestia asked.
“Oh, just fine I suppose. Except, I was doing some studying, reading up on tomorrow’s big event, and I came across the old Mare in the Moon legend. After reading through it, I’m reasonably sure that those thousand years are up this year. Very soon.” Rarity said. Celestia’s eyes went wide with shock.
“You… were studying?” She asked.
“Very funny.” Rarity said.
“Thank you. As for the Mare in the Moon, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. After all, it’s just an old pony’s tale.” Celestia said.
“All the same, I would prefer some precautions were taken. Just in case. You know how some ponies get with things like this. If they saw things were running just a bit tighter, it would put their minds at ease.” Rarity said.
“You’re acting very strangely about this Rarity. Are you alright?” Celestia said.
“Oh yes, just trying to get into the spirit for tomorrow. I guess I got carried away.” Rarity said.
“Wonderful. I would hate if you weren’t able to oversee the plans for Canterlot’s celebration this year.” Celestia said.
“Canterlot?” Rarity asked.
“Yes, you didn’t think I would have you stop after three straight years did you?” Celestia said.
“Oh, of course not. I suppose I should be off then. Farewell!” Rarity said, walking out the door.
You think you’re very clever, don’t you?
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Don’t be smug. You’re keeping me in Canterlot to make things harder.
Are you saying that Celestia would legitimately have any reason to send you to the backwoods farming town that she happens to be visiting this year?
You know what, I don’t care. I told you I have plans, I’m going to set them in motion.
Rarity cantered into the music district. She glanced up and down the marble streets until her eyes fell on one house that seemed to be vibrating. She trotted up to the door and knocked. After a few minutes, the door creaked open.
“Hi? Oh, don’t know you. Tavi! One of your boring, annoying friends is here!” The white unicorn behind the door shouted.
“Actually, I’m here for you Ms. Scratch. I’m putting together the Summer Sun Celebration this year, and was hoping you would perform for us.” Rarity said.
“What?” Someone screamed from inside. Moments later, a grey earth pony appeared in the doorway, “Vinyl? For the Celebration? Have you lost your mind?”
“Yeah, even I think that’s crazy.” Vinyl said.
“It is, in a way, but it is incredibly important.” Rarity said.
“And you’re trusting Vinyl with it?” Octavia asked.
“Wait, I know what’s going on.” Vinyl said.
“You appear to be the only one.” Octavia grumbled.
“She’s trying to spite somepony.” Vinyl said.
“And you want Vinyl to perform as vengeance. That’s utterly horrid. It should work fine.” Octavia said.
“Thank you. Now, Ms. Scratch, please come with me. And Ms. Octavia, don’t worry. I have it on good authority that Celestia’s court will be able to make good use of your skills in the near future.” Rarity said.
“Swag. Where we headed?” Vinyl asked.
“To see a friend of mine.” Rarity said.
In a matter of minutes, the duo had made their way to the upper class section of Ponyville, stopping in front of the gates for an enormous mansion.
“Who’s place is this?” Vinyl asked, staring at the enormous house.
“Fancy Pants, the most incredible gentlestallion in Equestria.” Rarity said.
“Awesome. Let’s see him then.” Vinyl said, pressing the doorbell with her hoof. Almost instantaneously, an earth pony colt in a suit arrived at the gate.
“I was unaware we were expecting visitors.” He said, barely glancing at Rarity and Vinyl.
“I am planning tomorrow’s Summer Sun Celebration, and need to see Fancy Pants.” Rarity said.
“You are? Give us one moment to double check.” The colt said, disappearing as quickly as he arrived. Several minutes later, he returned.
“The master will see you now.” He said. The brass gates opened, and Rarity and Vinyl were ushered into the main hall of the mansion. Waiting for them was the lord of the house himself.
“Hello there! It’s Rarity, isn’t it? I’ve heard of you, apprentice to our Celestia. The tabloids enjoy dragging your good name through the mud almost as much as mine.” Fancy Pants said.
“Oh, thank you, I think. On to business though. I know it’s a tad sudden, but I need your help with the celebration tomorrow.” Rarity said.
“Splendid, always love to help damsels in distress.” Fancy Pants said with a chuckle.
“This is going better than I thought it would.” Vinyl said with a grin.
“Ignore her. Fancy Pants, we’ll need to go speak with a few other ponies, then take a train to Ponyville, tonight.” Rarity said.
“Ponyville? Silver Platter, be a friend and fetch the train schedules for our new friends and I?” Fancy Pants asked, prompting his attendant to take his leave.
“Lovely. Now, I am in need of some information. If you are going to Ponyville, who is planning Canterlot’s celebration?” Fancy Pants asked.
“Oh, I… I hadn’t thought of that.” Rarity said.
“I was afraid of that. In that case, allow me to make a proposition. I will lead Canterlot’s affairs in your stead, and my beautiful wife can travel with you, if she wishes.” Fancy Pants said.
“Fleur de Lis? That would be… thank you.” Rarity said.
What are you doing?
Do you realize how many times I asked the same question with no answer last chapter? This is what I like to call karma.
Oh fine, get on with it.
Moments later, Fancy Pants’ attendant arrived, along with Fleur de Lis.
“Silver says that you’re going to Ponyville?” Fleur asked.
“Not me, my dear. Ms. Rarity and I have come to an agreement. I cannot go with her, as I will be managing things here in her place. Instead, we would like to know if you could accompany her.” Fancy Pants said.
“Ponyville… little farming town on the edge of the magic forest?” Fleur asked.
“Magic forest?” Vinyl asked.
“Yes, that’s the one.” Rarity said.
“Silver, isn’t that, actually, never mind, I can tell. How quickly do we leave?” Fleur asked.
“Ten minutes if you want to arrive before Celestia raises the sun.” Fancy Pants said, reading the train schedule.
Ponyfeathers. This is all your fault.
Language! This is an E story.
It doesn’t matter if I swear in Equestrian, the readers are human.
Just tone it down.
You know what, fine. I can still make this work.
Rarity, along with Fleur and Vinyl managed to arrive at the train station exactly seven minutes later. The station was practically empty, so they were able to get their tickets quickly. As they waited, the trio heard a voice behind them arguing with the ticket agent.
“You don’t understand, I need to be out of here now.” The voice said.
“You don’t have any bits, I can’t let you just walk on the train.” The agent said.
“Poor kid.” Vinyl said, head turned so she could watch.
“Here, there must be something we can do.” Fleur said, walking over to the young unicorn mare.
“What’s the matter?” Fleur asked.
“I need to get out of town. Now.” The mare said.
“She has no money.” The ticket agent said.
“Where do you need to go?” Fleur asked.
“Anywhere but here.” The mare said, glancing over her shoulder.
“One ticket to Ponyville.” Fleur said, levitating a hoofful of bits to the ticket agent.
“Here, we could use the company.” Fleur said, levitating the ticket to the young mare.
“Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” She said.
“You’ll have plenty of time to think while we ride. Train’s here.” Vinyl said, jumping from her seat to wait on the loading platform.
“So, you’re all together?” The mare asked.
“Yes, quite the group, aren’t we?” Fleur said, trotting over to Vinyl.
“Then why did you say you needed company?” The mare asked.
“One is lonely, two is company, and three is a crowd. Four though, is a group. I like groups.” Fleur said.
“Seems legit.” Vinyl said as the train arrived. The four quickly filed in, finding an empty cabin.
“You know, you never did tell us your name.” Rarity said.
“Oh, yeah. I’m Lyra.” The unicorn said.
“Lyra, like lyre? Sorry sweetie, this group already has a master musician.” Vinyl said.
“Well, I don’t really play that often anyway.” Lyra said.
“Swag.” Vinyl said.
For a few hours, talk mostly consisted of the weather, and whether bass or acoustic guitars were superior. Then, an Earth Pony fell into the cabin.
“Well fine! I’ll find my own way out west! Rotten jerks.” The stallion shouted to a different cabin.
“Hey, looks like you’re having some issues, and we’d love to help, but get out.” Vinyl said.
“No need to be rude Vinyl.” Rarity said.
“What’s going on?” Lyra asked.
“Rotten varmints kicked me out of my team heading west. MY team. I’m the one who put everything together, and they kick me out at the last minute, just cause I wanted to visit my cousins in Ponyville, and they couldn’t be inconvenienced. They aught a hang as traitors.” The stallion said.
“Don’t you think that’s a bit strong?” Fleur asked.
“No. It’s one thing to mutiny, but I thought they were my friends. You don’t do that to friends.” The stallion said.
“You’re getting off at Ponyville, you said?” Rarity asked, examining the stallion. He was tall, bright yellow with light orange hair, and big green eyes. He was wearing a wide brimmed hat and a dirty leather vest. Rarity recognized him instantly now that she paid a bit of attention. The stallion was unquestionably and unequivocally…
“Yep, name’s Braeburn, darn glad to meet ya. Wish it was under more kindly terms though.” He said, casting a glance across the car to his former cabin, which had now closed its door.
“We just so happen to also be heading to Ponyville. Why don’t you come along?” Rarity said.
“Thank you kindly ma’am.” Braeburn said, taking a seat next to Vinyl.
“This little group of ours is officially not racist!” Vinyl cheered, pumping a hoof into the air.
“What?” Lyra asked.
“We’re no longer all unicorns.” Vinyl said, “And technically, we were even worse before, since we were all white unicorns before you showed up.”
“Goodness, you sound like a magazine article. Fleur de Lis photographed by pegasus: bias against earth ponies, or pity for pegasi?” Fleur groaned.
“I remember that article. Didn’t you have to issue an apology to both earth ponies and pegasi in general?” Rarity asked.
“Yes. Well, technically I hired a lawyer to do it for me. Celestia knows if I wrote it, I would have just ended up saying something that got me in bigger trouble.” Fleur said.
“See, that’s why I’m heading west. No fuss buckets to worry about. Just open plains, apples, and adventure.” Braeburn said.
Conversation quickly turned back to meaningless small talk, until the train arrived at Ponyville.
“Better get off everypony! Celestia’s raising the sun in just under an hour!” The conductor called across the loading platform.
“Braeburn, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, would you mind accompanying us to the celebration before greeting your cousins?” Rarity asked.
“I guess. Why?” Braeburn asked.
“I just have a feeling we’re going to need you.” Rarity said.
“You mean, to protect us? Rarity, we’re not exactly little fillies. We can handle ourselves.” Vinyl said.
“Oh really?” A voice asked from behind Vinyl, suddenly, a pale blue blur shot toward Vinyl, knocking her to the ground.
“Oh Celestia, somepony help!” Vinyl shouted.
“Relax, somepony’s gonna think you’re in trouble or something.” The mare sitting on Vinyl said. After she had slowed down enough to be visible, it became apparent who she was.
“Fleetfoot?” Rarity practically shouted.
“The one and only. Celestia’s had me tailing you all day. She knew something was weird about you today. So, she sent me to keep an eye on you.” Fleetfoot said.
“Why does Celestia care about you anyway?” Vinyl asked.
“She’s Celestia’s apprentice.” Fleur and Lyra said.
“You know about Celestia’s court, Lyra?” Rarity asked.
“I took political science a little bit back in university. The professor allowed for open book tests, so I thought it was an easy A. I was wrong.” Lyra said.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I thought woodshop would be my easy elective. Instead, I spent thirty six hours straight carving a bench. It was the best darn bench this world has ever seen.” Vinyl said.
“Well, that’s great. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go watch the sun come up in, what, fifteen or twenty minutes now?” Fleetfoot said, floating over to the town hall.
“Wait, aren’t you supposed to be watching me?” Rarity asked.
“Yeah, but now you and Celestia are in the same town, so there really isn’t any point, is there?” Fleetfoot asked, still floating away.
“C’mon y’all. Might as well watch the sunrise.” Braeburn said.
Okay, timeout, you know where this is heading, right?
It only jumpstarted everything that has been part of my life for the last few years.
This is pretty much your last chance to take the blue pill route. At least, the last chance the readers will allow. They’ll chalk it up to an interesting little adventure where you learned not to mess with the space time continuum, and we can go back.
This is my only chance. You’ve given me a team, I’m going to see how they do.
Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
As the five ponies filed into the crowded town hall, the mayor had already started her speech. It was nothing special, just the standard fare of how they were honored to have the princess in their humble town. Then, with a flourish, the mayor cued for the curtain to be cast aside, revealing the ruler of Equestria. Except, there was nothing there.
Suddenly, all the light in the hall went out, and a fog set in around the room. A thunderbolt struck the spot the princess was supposed to be in, revealing a tall, dark blue alicorn to be standing there.
“Oh, my beloved subjects. It's been so long since I've seen your precious, little sun-loving faces.” The figure said. “What did you do with our Princess?” A pegasus shouted from nearby, only to be pulled back moments later. “Why, am I not royal enough for you? Don't you know who I am?” The alicorn asked with a chuckle. “Okay, I don’t want to sound totally stupid, but who is this?” Vinyl asked. “I haven’t a clue.” Fleur said. “Does my crown no longer count now that I have been imprisoned for a thousand years? Did you not recall the legend? Did you not see the signs?” The figure asked. “I did. And I know who you are. You're the Mare in the Moon – Nightmare Moon!” A unicorn shouted from near the front of the crowd. “Oh, this can’t be good.” Rarity mumbled. “Well well well, somepony who remembers me. Then you also know why I'm here.” Nightmare Moon said. The unicorn simply stammered in reply. Nightmare Moon laughed once more, “Remember this day, little ponies, for it was your last. From this moment forth, the night will last forever!”
“Seize her! Only she knows where the princess is!” the Mayor shouted.
“Stand back you foals!” Nightmare Moon said. With a cackle and a swirl of mist, she disappeared.
“You know, this went a lot better in my head.” Vinyl said.
“You!” Fleetfoot shouted, tearing across the room to Rarity, “What did you do?”
“Me?” Rarity asked.
“Yeah, you. Celestia totally called it. You’re up to something.” Fleetfoot said.
“How?” Lyra asked.
“I don’t know. None of us really know her. Maybe she’s a spy.” Fleetfoot said.
“That’s ridiculous. Who would she even work for if she was a spy?” Lyra asked.
“Ahem, if you don’t mind, perhaps we should follow the evil creature that knows where the princess is.” Rarity said.
“Sounds like a plan.” Braeburn said.
“I’ve got my eye on you.” Fleetfoot said, motioning to Rarity.
The group cantered out of town hall, Rarity leading them to the Everfree Forest.
“Hold on! Why are you going in there?” Braeburn asked.
“Because she’s in there.” Rarity said, pointing to a feint purple smoke disappearing into the forest.
“I don’t like this.” Vinyl said.
“Oh, don’t worry. We just need to be careful, and we’ll be fine.” Fleur said, “All the same though, perhaps you should go first, Braeburn.”
So, Braeburn took the lead, going slowly into the forest.
“So, what’s up with this place anyway?” Vinyl asked, looking around.
“It ain’t natural out here. Far as my cousin says, even the weather works weird. Pegasi don’t control it, it just happens.” Braeburn said.
“That’s ridiculous.” Fleetfoot said.
“I think I’ve heard of this place before.” Lyra muttered.
“Let me guess, you took weirdo magic woods 101 at the university?” Vinyl asked.
“No, I heard of a couple foals who went in here a couple summers back on a dare. It didn’t end well.” Lyra said.
“Wait, this is the… oh no!” Rarity shouted as the group suddenly dropped. Fleetfoot bolted downward, managing to catch Fleur. Braeburn and Vinyl had managed to catch onto some stray roots, as well as Rarity and Lyra.
“Hang on girls, we’ve got you.” Braeburn said.
“Speak for yourself.” Vinyl said.
“We’ve just gotta wait until the pegasus can come back down for us.” Braeburn said. Just then, a loud crack came from somewhere near Vinyl and Lyra.
“Let go.” Lyra said.
“You’re nuts.” Vinyl said.
“Either I fall, or we both fall. I’ll live, just let go.” Lyra said. After a few minutes, the green unicorn dropped. A matter of minutes later, the others were all back on solid ground.
“I can’t believe I wasn’t fast enough.” Fleetfoot said, staring over the edge.
“It wasn’t your fault. Just bad luck.” Fleur said.
“Yeah, terrible luck.” Lyra said, putting a hoof on Fleetfoot’s shoulder.
“I just wish… wait.” Fleetfoot said, glancing behind her.
“How’d you make it back up?” Vinyl asked.
“We have bigger things to worry about. There’s still a crazy monster somewhere in these woods.” Lyra said.
“Lyra has a point. Follow me.” Rarity said.
“You know the way?” Fleur asked.
“Fleur dear, not only am I Celestia’s prize student, but this is my hometown.” Rarity said.
“Heh, the powder puff princess came from a farm town?” Fleetfoot asked.
“Yes, now, if memory serves, the correct way is,” Rarity said, searching through the brush, “voila!”
Sure enough, there was a very narrow pathway that led through the woods. It was several minutes down this path before Rarity stopped.
“What is it?” Fleetfoot asked.
“This is where the path lets out, but it’s only a big field.” Rarity said.
A loud roar echoed through the trees. Before anypony could react, a large paw stepped out of the brush on the other side of the clearing. Unfortunately, there was something connected to the paw. Specifically, a manticore.
“Come and get me freak!” She shouted, zipping around to behind the manticore.
“Nope!” She said, dodging a swipe from the manticore’s tail.
“And again!” She said, hovering to right over the manticore’s head.
“Come on, is that the best you’ve,” Fleetfoot started before a swat from the manticore’s paw knocked her out of the air.
“Hey ugly! That ain’t no way to treat a mare.” Braeburn said, kicking the manticore in the head.
“This is not going to work.” Rarity said.
“I know. They need a helping hoof. Minty, let’s get in there.” Vinyl said, jumping into the clearing.
“The name’s Lyra.” Lyra said, following suit.
“No, wait!” Rarity shouted.
Just then, Lyra came crashing into the tree between Rarity and Fleur.
“I’m okay.” She squeaked out.
“I told you, ya gotta treat a mare with a little respect.” Braeburn said, rearing up to buck the monster again, only to be swatted into another tree.
“Okay, you know what, maybe this wasn’t the best idea. How about we talk things out over a nice glass of cider?” Vinyl said, backing toward Rarity, Lyra, and Fleur. The manticore roared in response.
“Didn’t think so.” Vinyl said. Just then, Braeburn pounced onto the manticore’s tail, driving the stinger into the beast’s back.
“Oh Celestia!” Rarity screamed.
“Did you actually just kill it?” Fleur asked.
“Actually, manticore venom is just a muscle relaxant to paralyze the prey. He’ll be fine in a matter of hours.” Lyra said. Sure enough, the manticore shifted a bit as it lie there.
“Oh. That’s good.” Rarity said.
“Thanks man.” Vinyl said, dragging Fleetfoot out of the brush.
“Nothing to it. Nopony treats my pals like that, no matter how big they are.” Braeburn said, kicking the unconscious creature.
“Well, that’s good to know. Now, let’s go take down the sick freak that sent that thing after us.” Fleetfoot said.
What the heck?
What?
That’s not how it was supposed to go.
Oh please, it gets worse.
How very not helpful of you.
The girls and Braeburn trekked along for a few minutes before a thick fog rolled in.
“Well, this is just great. How are we supposed to get through now Ms. Smarty Flank?” Vinyl asked.
“Well, we could always just keep going forward.” Rarity said. A loud bonk sound came from just ahead of them.
“I wouldn’t recommend that, actually.” Lyra said.
“Wait, the fog is… what is that?” Fleur shouted as the fog lifted, only to reveal that the trees surrounding the girls were no longer simply trees. Instead, they seemed to have deranged faces, sharp eyes, and outstretched, thin arms.
“All in favor of letting somepony else save the princess?” Vinyl asked.
“What, over this? They’re tree things.” Fleetfoot said.
“Yes. Perhaps a rousing song could raise our spirits and help us out of this.” Rarity said.
“Okay, that came out of left field.” Vinyl said.
“Yes, that’s a rather bizarre request.” Fleur said.
“Do you pansies really need saving from a bunch of trees?” Fleetfoot asked.
“I know trees. These things, they aren’t trees.” Braeburn said.
“Listen pal, do you know what I’ve been through? I’ve fought dragons, griffons, mutts, pretty much everything worth fighting. And these things are pathetic. They aren’t even moving.” Fleetfoot said.
“They aren’t?” Lyra asked.
“They… I thought they moved.” Rarity said, prodding one of the branches.
“See, you guys are all worried about something that isn’t even a threat. Sometimes you just need to pull back and laugh in the face of danger. Course, that’s easier when the danger isn’t actually dangerous.” Fleetfoot said.
“I guess.” Braeburn said.
“Um, guys, we might have a problem after all.” Lyra said from just ahead.
“What’s the matter?” Fleetfoot asked, zooming over to Lyra. Right in front of them was a massive, churning river.
“I don’t suppose you can carry us over?” Fleur asked.
“We’ve hit too many roadblocks as is. Flying everypony across would be too time-consuming.” Fleetfoot said.
“Do we have any other options?” Rarity asked.
“Yeah. I could go alone. I appreciate what you’ve done so far, but I’m a wonderbolt, so I’m the only one who has an obligation to Celestia. It’s been real.” Fleetfoot said, attempting to take off. She was stopped rather quickly when Braeburn chomped down on her tail.
“Yer nt gng nywr.” Braeburn said, mouth full of tail.
“What?” Fleetfoot asked, prompting Braeburn to spit out her tail.
“You’re not going anywhere. Not without us at least. We’re in this together.” Braeburn said.
“Um, what’s that?” Fleur asked, pointing downriver. A huge purple limb was thrashing around.
“Hello! Are you alright?” Rarity called.
“What? Oh, don’t look at me, I’m hideous.” A voice called from downriver. The group trotted down to meet it.
“He’s… big.” Lyra said as they came up to the big, purple sea serpent.
“Yeah, what’s up with you anyway?” Fleetfoot asked.
“Well, I don't know. I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when this tacky little cloud of purple smoke just whisked past me and tore half of my beloved mustache clean off, and now I look simply horrid.” The sea serpent said.
“Seriously?” Vinyl asked.
“Please Vinyl, image means a lot to some ponies… and sea serpents.” Fleur said.
“Yes, don’t be so insensitive.” Rarity said.
“I get it, but dude, mustaches haven’t been in vogue for years.” Vinyl said.
“What’s vogue?” Braeburn whispered to Fleetfoot.
“I think it’s a French dish.” Fleetfoot whispered back.
“Wait, what do you mean?” The sea serpent asked.
“Yeah, Fancy Pants is pretty much the only guy who can get away with sporting a ‘stache nowadays. Fleur, you’re a model, back me up on this.” Vinyl said.
“Well, it’s true that current trends do lean more heavily toward the clean shave.” Fleur said.
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” The sea serpent whined and/or shouted depending on how cynical you want to be.
“Well, you aren’t exactly in the center of civilization out here.” Vinyl said.
“But this is where the Princesses used to rule from. There’s even a city a few miles away.” The sea serpent said.
“Princesses ain’t here anymore.” Vinyl said.
“Vinyl, there’s this little thing called subtlety that you might like to try.” Rarity said.
“You kidding? This is good. I’d rather have brutal, heart rending honesty than the lying, passive aggressive bumpkins back home. ‘Oh, I was just sparing your feelings.’ ‘Bless your heart.’ It’s downright agitating.” Braeburn said.
“See Rares, this is a good thing.” Vinyl said.
“Pardon me, did you say the princesses used to rule from nearby?” Lyra asked.
“Yes, it’s just a little ways away. Here.” The sea serpent said, lifting the six ponies across the river.
“Thanks, you’ve been a big help. And here, this might come in handy.” Vinyl said, producing a business card with her magic.
“Flim and Flam’s professional groomers. If it has hair, we can fix that.” The sea serpent read.
“I took my fish there once. It was awesome.” Vinyl said.
With that, the six continued for a few minutes in the direction the sea serpent pointed them in.
Ok, stop now.
Why? What’s up?
Listen, I’ll accept the rest. I don’t even know what this last one is going to be, but it’s bound to make more sense than this.
Pardon?
Brutal honesty? Do you think you’re subtle? You’re trying to tell me that Vinyl Scratch is the Element of Honesty? Are you serious? Well, yeah.
No.
Come on, it’s not that bad.
She’s a horrible pony. Then why’d you bring her along?
Because I thought she would be laughter.
Well, she’s not.
Are you even listening to yourself? Is this a big joke or something?
Everypony has standards. Besides, there are quite a few people that would argue about whether you deserve to be generosity.
They’re fools.
Don’t write it off so quickly. Look at it this way: everyone is like a gem. There are many facets, and many sides. Just because you’re looking at one that isn’t flattering doesn’t mean there isn’t a breathtaking cut just on the other side.
Gems? You’re trying to appeal to my cutie mark, aren’t you?
Is it working?
For now. Proceed.
When the group had finally advanced to the point that they could see a large, worn down castle, they found themselves at a bridge.
“This looks about as structurally sound as a limp noodle.” Lyra said, prodding at the ropes that held the bridge in place.
“Then we’ll just have to test it.” Vinyl said, placing a hoof on the first board.
“Oh. See, nothing to worry about. We’ll just go over one at a time and be fine.” Vinyl said. As Vinyl neared the end of the bridge though, the fog rolled in again behind her.
“Hey girls? Can you hear me?” She shouted back. Vinyl heard a loud twang as the rope bridge fell.
“No, they can’t.” Something said from around Vinyl.
“Ok, that’s really creepy.” Vinyl said, backing up to a tree.
“What? The most happening DJ this side of Stalliongrad is afraid of a few voices?” The thing said.
“Most happening? Who says that anymore?” Vinyl asked.
“We do.” A pegasus mare said, stepping out of the shadows. She had a huge, fluffy afro, and was flanked by two mohawk sporting stallions.
“Who’re you guys?” Vinyl asked.
“The Shadowvolts, the greatest band ever to grace the airways. Except, we’re missing something.” The mare said.
“An image consultant?” Vinyl asked.
“A manager. Somepony who can set up the sickest tracks for us to play, who can get in touch with anypony we need. Somepony like you.” The mare said.
“Whoa. The seventies called, they want their look back.” Fleetfoot said, flying into view with Fleur in her hooves.
“Private conversation geeks.” The mare said. More fog appeared, blocking Fleur and Fleetfoot from sight.
“What’s going on?” Fleur asked.
“I’m getting a job offer.” Vinyl said.
“A ticket to fame and fortune.” The mare said.
“I don’t trust them.” Fleetfoot said.
“She’s got a point.” Vinyl said.
“We’re offering to get you back on your hooves. Is this really a time to turn anypony down?” The mare asked.
“Back on your hooves?” Fleur asked.
“The economy is in a slump, and there aren’t too many ponies hiring DJs. We can pay right here and now though.” The mare said, prompting one of her associates to produce a briefcase.
“How much is in there?” Vinyl asked.
“You tell me.” The mare said, opening the briefcase to reveal a pile of diamonds.
“Guys… I think I have to take their offer.” Vinyl said.
“What? Why?” Fleetfoot asked.
“I can’t afford not to. Literally.” Vinyl said.
“You need money? You live in Canterlot though.” Fleur said.
“I live on my friend’s couch because my radio show got cancelled.” Vinyl said through gritted teeth.
“Tough break. I’m sorry.” Fleetfoot said.
“But you can get back in the game.” The mare said.
“How much do you need?” Fleur asked.
“What?” Vinyl asked, turning to face the section of fog that her friends were in.
“Get rid of them.” The mare said, nodding to the stallion not holding a suitcase.
“Hang on, no. What?” Vinyl asked.
“Vinyl, I’ve been trying to help ponies through charities for the past few years, and all it seems to do is get taxed away. I’ve been looking for a chance like this to legitimately help a pony.” Fleur said.
“She’s an upper class snob Vinyl, just like those producers, just like Tavi, just like everypony else in Canterlot.” The mare said.
“An upper… you don’t get to say that.” Vinyl said.
“It’s true and you know it. She’s just trying to bide time and get you to help her out and do her manual labor here, then she’ll throw you aside.” The mare said.
“I don’t care if she is. I don’t care if she’s going to sell me into flipping slavery after this. I don’t care if you can make all my dreams come true here and now. You made the one mistake even I can’t let slide. You insulted Tavi. Tavi, the mare who’s let me sleep in her house for months just because I asked. Who never even asked about rent, or paying for bills, or anything while I tried to start up again. You insulted the one mare who actually cared. And as someone who spent years as a professional insulter, even I think that’s low.” Vinyl said.
“This is your only shot.” The mare said.
“Maybe. But let’s see what you’ve done so far, shall we? Because my pal Fleetfoot here just got through telling us to stand back and examine things a minute or two ago. You’ve isolated me, ganged up on me, tried to bribe me, tried to stop my friends from getting near me, threatened my friends, and insulted my city. So no, you can all go get famous and all that on your own.” Vinyl said. Instantly, the Shadowvolts, and the fog disappeared.
“Whoa.” Fleetfoot said, spinning around, looking for any trace of the trio that vanished.
“I wasn’t lying, Vinyl. I really do care.” Fleur said.
“I hope so.” Vinyl said, “Hey by the way, why’d you carry Fleur over here anyway?”
“She’s a model, she’s so skinny I could carry her without risking weighing myself down and making a mistake in the fog.” Fleetfoot said.
“Oh, fix the bridge already.” Fleur said, shooting a dirty look Fleetfoot’s way. The wonderbolt jumped down to the ropes below. Moments later, the whole group was on the same side of the bridge.
“Alright everypony, let’s storm the castle.” Rarity said, trotting through the front doors.
“I say we split up and look for the princess. She must be in here somewhere if that Nightmare whatever came this way.” Vinyl said.
“I’ll get aerial. If there’s any other structure around here, we might be looking in the wrong place.” Fleetfoot said, ascending through a hole in the roof.
Rarity, already knowing the way from the first time she did this, strode into the room with the Elements of Harmony.
A purple mist wrapped around her, materializing a few feet in front of her as Nightmare Moon.
“Aw, did I catch you all by your lonesome?” Nightmare Moon said, peering down at Rarity.
“You don’t frighten me. I know what this really is.” Rarity said.
“You mean the Elements? Yes, that would be very helpful information, except for one thing.” Nightmare Moon said, hovering back to the large statue that held the Elements of Harmony. With an enormous crash, she collided with the statue, shattering the stone orbs into fragments.
“Oh. Yes, that would make them rather difficult to use.” Rarity said, backing up.
“Gang way!” Fleetfoot said, plummeting to the center of the room, “By the order of Princess Celestia, sovereign ruler of this nation Equestria, and mistress of the sun, you are under arrest.”
Fleetfoot was promptly knocked into the far wall.
“We heard a crash, is everything… oh no.” Lyra said as she and the others all came into the room.
“Aw, the gang’s all here. How quaint.” Nightmare Moon said. The doors slammed shut behind the group.
“You think you have us cornered Nightmare Moon, but you made on mistake.” Rarity said.
“Oh really? I made a mistake? Do tell.” Nightmare Moon said.
“You think you’ve destroyed the Elements of Harmony, but they’re right here.” Rarity said, gesturing to herself and her companions.
“What are the Elements of Harmony?” Fleur asked.
“I was about to ask the same thing.” Braeburn said.
Did I really forget that part? Yep.
Oh goodness. Okay, no problem, what did Twilight do here?
Start lecturing Nightmare Moon about who was what element.
That does sound like her, doesn’t it? Alright, wish me luck.
“The Elements of Harmony are the greatest weapon in Equestria’s history. But they’re more than just a weapon. They are six ponies. Us.” Rarity said.
“You know, I really thought I was the crazy one here.” Vinyl said.
“Vinyl Scratch, who informed the sea serpent of what he needed to know, regardless of the consequences, represents the spirit of… Honesty!” Rarity said. One of the stone orb’s shards began glowing a pale white.
“Braeburn, who put himself in harm’s way to help his friends, friends he has only known for a few hours, represents the spirit of… Loyalty!” Rarity said. Another set of shards began to glow a dull yellow.
“Fleetfoot, who taught us to not get wrapped up in the moment, of the chaos, but instead to laugh in danger’s face, represents the spirit of… Laughter!” Rarity said. One of the sets of shards started glowing a soft blue.
“Wouldn’t that be bravery or something?” Fleetfoot mumbled.
“Shush, she’s on a roll.” Fleur said.
“Fleur de Lis, who didn’t hesitate to help another pony after hearing she was in need, without even considering what it might cost her, represents the spirit of… Generosity!” Rarity said. A set of shards started glowing a light pink.
“And Lyra, who was willing to risk her safety to ensure that Vinyl Scratch could remain secure, represents the spirit of… Kindness!” Rarity said. One of the sets of shards began glowing green.
“Rarity, you don’t understand. I wasn’t actually in danger.” Lyra said. The shards started to circle their respective ponies.
“Lyra, whether you actually were harmed or not doesn’t matter. It’s that you chose to take the risk that counts.” Rarity said.
“But I” Lyra started.
“Well, that’s very nice, and I’m sure you’re all very proud of yourselves. Clearly, I can only face defeat. Oh, wait, no I won’t. You still only have five elements. The spark isn’t here.” Nightmare Moon said.
“Oh really? What do you think the spark is Nightmare Moon? Because I’m sure it eludes you, so let me explain. The spark isn’t an element like you think, specific to one pony. The spark resides in us all. It is the ability for us to find ponies, ponies who are completely different from each other, ponies who would most likely never speak to us, and still find a way to make friends with them. That is the spark that ignited inside me as I realized that these ponies around me are not simply companions, or ponies that happened to come with me to find you. They are something much more than that, something stronger than you could ever believe. They are my friends. And wherever friends live, there is always the sixth element. The element of… Magic!” Rarity said, her eyes glossing over to show only glowing white.
The rest of the group started to float, their shards spinning around them, also gaining these glowing white eyes.
“No. No, nooo!” Nightmare Moon shouted as a beam of light erupted from the six ponies to strike her.
An instant later, everypony fell to the cold, hard ground.
“Ow.” Vinyl said.
“Well that was… something else.” Braeburn said.
“Hey Fleur, I know you’re a fashionista and all, but try to refrain from accessorizing without actually moving. It’s kind of freaky.” Fleetfoot said.
“What?” Fleur asked, glancing down. Around her neck was a gold necklace with a pink fleur de lis shaped diamond embedded in it.
“I’ve got one too.” Lyra said, staring at her green lyre gemmed necklace.
“Oh yeah! Rocking the bling!” Vinyl said, hooves pumped in the air after seeing her own blue music note gem and necklace.
“I see you’re making an attempt to outdo us.” Fleur said, motioning to Rarity’s head. Atop it was a golden crown with a large purple gemstone and several smaller blue gemstones.
“You know, I really thought you were making that up there for a minute.” Braeburn said, his necklace in hoof, eyes on his yellow apple gem.
“Boss.” Fleetfoot said, saluting Celestia as she appeared.
“Thank you Fleetfoot, for ruining my dramatic entrance.” Celestia said.
“Oh. Sorry boss.” Fleetfoot said, darting back to examine her necklace and blue horseshoe gem somewhere away from Celestia.
“I admit Rarity, this is a bit of a surprise. I hardly expected you to leave Canterlot before sunrise, let alone confront Nightmare Moon.” Celestia said, totally not invoking the author’s opinions.
Oh hush you.
“However, you showed tonight that you have the ability to let true friendship into your heart. I can only hope you aren’t the only one.” Celestia said, turning to look at the blue alicorn that had appeared.
“It has been a thousand years since I have seen you like this. Time to put our differences beside us. We were meant to rule together, little sister.” Celestia said.
“Back up, sister?” Vinyl asked.
“Would everypony stop interrupting?” Fleur asked.
“Will you accept my friendship?” Celestia asked.
“I'm so sorry! I missed you so much, big sister!” The no longer Nightmare Moon mare said, jumping up to bury her face in Celestia’s mane.
“I've missed you, too.” Celestia said.
After arriving back in Ponyville, the whole town rejoiced to have both their beloved princesses returned. The whole town that is, except for Rarity.
“Why so glum my faithful student? Your quest is complete.” Celestia said.
“That’s just it princess. Now that I’ve done all this, I’ve made true friends, friends strong enough to repel the very forces of darkness. I’m not sure I want to leave.” Rarity said.
Plus, if this goes the way I think it will, I’ll have to write friendship reports for a full season.
“Fleetfoot, as the only member of my staff here, it falls to you to take this note.” Celestia began, “I, Princess Celestia, hereby decree that the unicorn Rarity shall take on a new mission for Equestria. She must continue to study the magic of friendship. She must report to me her findings from her new home in Ponyville.”
“Thank you princess! Thank you so much! I’ll study harder than ever before!” Rarity said as her friends cheered.
“So, at all.” Celestia smirked.
“Oh, well, yes… Vinyl?” Rarity said.
“This is so awesome! I mean, totally rad, and I’m so pumped, and it’s flipping amazing!” Vinyl began screaming to nopony in particular.
Well, I think this is going well so far, how about you?
It’s ridiculously difficult to write consistently without making it just a repeat of the show, it takes me whole days just to write one scene, and there’s a whole boatload of exposition I’ve got to write up for the next chapter.
Oh. Well, I apologize and
Oh come off it, what’s life without some challenges? You and me, we’re in this together. There’s no going back now. Welcome to your new life. Let’s make something of it.
Braeburn grunted as he hauled the last bushel of apples onto the cart.
“Thanks for coming ‘round to help out Ms. Rarity, I know this really isn’t your scene, but since my cousins supplied that celebration, we need to catch up as much as we can.” Braeburn said.
“Oh, don’t mention it. After all, you did all the work, I just sorted apples.” Rarity said.
“Don’t sell yourself short. Vinyl or Fleetfoot or the others wouldn’t of come. Course, Vinyl and Lyra are still moving into their house, but I’m sure they wouldn’t come either way.” Braeburn said.
“A bit pessimistic, aren’t we?” Rarity said.
“Look, I understand that we’re supposed to be all buddy buddy and all, but let’s face it: even you didn’t really want to come here today.” Braeburn said.
If it advances the plot, I’ll do practically anything. “Rarity!” A high pitched voice called from the front gates of the barn.
“I’m over here!” Rarity called back. Instants later, a small white filly was bouncing toward Rarity with a letter clamped in her jaws.
“Howdy.” Braeburn said.
“Rarity, mom and dad are super mad at you for not telling us you were coming into town.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Sweetie Belle, I saved the world. I think our parents will understand.” Rarity said, taking the letter from her sister.
“So, you’re Rarity’s sister? I see the resemblance.” Braeburn said, causing Sweetie Belle to smile wider than should have been physically possible.
“I know right? I’m gonna be just like Rarity when I get bigger. I’m gonna have huge magic powers, and talk to royalty, and make dresses.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Dresses?” Braeburn asked.
“Did I not tell you about that? I’m a designer.” Rarity said.
“Huh. Whatever, what’s the letter say?” Braeburn asked. Rarity opened the envelope to reveal two shiny gold tickets.
“Oh.” Rarity said, staring at the tickets.
“What are they?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“The Grand Galloping Gala. Two tickets to the Gala.” Rarity said.
“The Gala?” Something called from behind Sweetie Belle. A few moments later, Lyra and Vinyl Scratch cantered up.
“You got tickets? Sweet. Who’re you taking?” Vinyl asked.
“Oh, I don’t know, I was considering not attending actually.” Rarity said.
“You’ve gone the last few years.” Lyra said.
I have?
You have.
“I have. But now, with the six of us, and only two tickets, I’m not sure it would be such a great idea. We’re a team, right?” Rarity said.
“Don’t worry about me. Octy’s been giving me her ticket the last couple years. Makes it so she doesn’t have to find a date.” Vinyl said.
“And Fleetfoot is a wonderbolt, so she’ll get in automatically. Then there’s Fleur de Lis, and it would be stranger if she and Fancy Pants didn’t get invited.” Lyra said.
“I guess that leaves you and me Lyra.” Braeburn said.
“Oh no, I’m staying as far away from Canterlot as I can.” Lyra said, backing up a bit.
“Aw, don’t worry. Auntie Vinyl’s here to protect you from the big bad… actually, what are you avoiding anyway?” Vinyl asked.
“It’s kind of… personal.” Lyra said, shifting her weight to either side.
“Oh come Lyra, it’ll be fun. Imagine, Vinyl and Braeburn will be there. That alone should be interesting.” Rarity said.
I thought you didn’t want to go.
Well if you’re going to railroad me to the show’s plot, I might as well go through with it.
“I’m going? So, does that mean I’m your date?” Braeburn asked.
“Only if Vinyl is Octavia’s.” Rarity said.
“Not yet, but I’m sure my fantastic charm will wear her down.” Vinyl said.
“Why did you two come here again?” Braeburn asked.
“We barely have any stuff to unload into that place Fleur got us, so we finished early. Figured we’d come here and get some celebratory ciders.” Vinyl said.
“Tell you what, I’ll go get the ciders, and you two can talk Lyra into coming with to the Gala.” Braeburn said, trotting off.
“No. No no no.” Lyra said, shaking her head.
“Lyra, I understand trying to avoid an entire town for personal issues. Trust me, I did the exact same thing with Ponyville for years. But it doesn’t work out. Besides, the whole of Canterlot isn’t against you. It isn’t, is it?” Rarity asked.
“I don’t think so.” Lyra said.
“What do you mean avoiding a whole town?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Sweetie Belle, why don’t you give the nice mailpony who delivered the letter this as a tip?” Rarity said, pulling out a few bits.
“But she’s probably all the way across town by now.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Sweetie, we’re also across town from my house.” Rarity said.
“It’s really more of a library than a house.” Vinyl said.
“I’m surprised the mayor was only able to give you that.” Lyra said.
“Yes, well Fleur managed to buy your house before Celestia could arrange for my lodging, so I’m stuck with the tree. And as it is my home and dwelling, it is, in fact, a house.” Rarity said.
“Whatever, didn't want to start a fight.” Vinyl said.
No, just spout exposition.
If I didn't establish exposition, everyone would just accuse me of making stuff up on the spot. Including you.
Yes, yes I would.
“You now, I really didn't believe that baker mare before, but it looks like you actually are all here.” Fleur said as she and Fleetfoot trotted up to the others.
“Then again, she also said that you were all here to ask out Big Macintosh.” Fleetfoot said.
“Nope!” A shout came from in the apple fields.
“Weird. Anyway, what are you guys doing here?” Fleetfoot asked.
“Getting cider.” Lyra said quickly.
“I got tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala, and we’re attempting to convince Lyra to come with us.” Rarity said.
“Ugh. I hate that place. Three hours of listening to snobs and Spitfire with only a half hour show? Worst party ever.” Fleetfoot said.
“As a snob, I’m highly offended.” Fleur said with a grin.
“It’s not so bad so long as you stay near the food with all the other floaters. Besides, if we’re all there, you’ll have an excuse to not hang with the nobility.” Vinyl said.
“Yeah, a few hours listening to you mock the ponies I don’t like does sound like fun. I’m in.” Fleetfoot said.
“Which brings us back to you.” Rarity said, turning to Lyra, who was attempting to hide behind a pile of apples.
“What are you so afraid of?” Fleur asked.
“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” Lyra said.
“Lyra, since I just bought you a house, I’m asking you to do this as a favor for me.” Fleur said.
“It’s not very generous to ask for something in return for gifts.” Lyra said.
“Oh yes, clearly the better option is to have all the rest of us go to Canterlot and have an exciting evening while you stay at home and eat sandwiches all day.” Fleur said.
“I’m back. Did I miss anything?” Braeburn asked.
“Lyra and Fleur are gonna have a catfight.” Vinyl said.
“And me without my popcorn.” Fleetfoot said.
“Listen guys, I appreciate that you want to hang out with me, but I’d rather just bum around here.” Lyra said.
“But you’re my new housemate, if you aren’t there, who am I gonna get to help me steal hors d’oeuvres?” Vinyl asked.
“Well with such noble intentions, how could I say no?” Lyra asked, rolling her eyes.
“Lyra, what do you think is going to happen at the Gala?” Rarity asked.
“Mostly just boring stuff, but I don’t want to run into anypony I know.” Lyra said.
“Do you know any of Equestria’s most influential and elite members of society?” Fleur asked.
“Do you guys count?” Lyra asked.
“Nope.” Braeburn said.
“Then no.” Lyra said.
“Then you won’t run into anypony you know.” Fleetfoot said.
“If anything goes wrong, I’m relying on you guys to break me out of prison.” Lyra said.
“I really hope you’re joking.” Rarity said.
“We’ll be at a party with Vinyl. Anything’s possible.” Lyra said.
“Point taken. So then, how to split up the tickets?” Rarity asked.
“I’m leeching off Tavi, so I’m of no help.” Vinyl said.
“Fancy Pants and I always go as a couple, so there’s my two tickets.” Fleur said.
“And Silver Lining convinced me to start donating my extra ticket to the Wonderbolt charity auction a few years back. It wouldn’t exactly be a good move to stop doing that.” Fleetfoot said.
“I heard Celestia stockpiles the things. Why not just ask her?” Vinyl asked.
I remember this episode. You don’t need to tell me.
Okay, I get it, you have all the answers. So, ye of infinite wisdom, how exactly are you going to contact Celestia?
I’ll just… darn it.
Thought so.
Well, I suppose I need a Spike. There’s only one thing to do in this scenario. Scene change!
“Auditions? You couldn’t just hire an assistant?” Vinyl asked.
“I rather like the idea. It has a certain flair to it.” Fleur said.
“Next one incoming!” Fleetfoot shouted. A lavender unicorn walked into the library.
“Hi, I’m Twilight Sparkle. You probably don’t remember me, but I was valedictorian of our Royal Academy class before you went to apprentice with Celestia. I also planned the Summer Sun Celebration here.” Twilight said.
“And we all know how that ended.” Vinyl said.
“To be fair, the celebration was rather nice before a malevolent deity decided to intervene.” Fleur said.
“Yeah, I guess you’re… hey Rarity, if Nightlight here is the one who planned the celebration, what exactly did we come here for?” Vinyl asked.
“To stop Nightmare Moon.” Rarity said.
“You knew that was going to happen?” Fleur asked.
“And you only bothered to ask the two of us before you tried to get here?” Vinyl asked.
“Understand that my plan had to be cut short a tad in order to make the train.” Rarity said.
“You had a thousand years to get the timing right.” Vinyl said.
“So, should I give you my resume?” Twilight asked, pulling a scroll out of her saddlebag.
“No, you’re dismissed.” Vinyl said.
“Vinyl, what are you talking about? From what she’s said, she’s the most capable mare we’ve seen so far.” Fleur said.
“Allow me to crush that. Hey Sporkle, how much are you looking to get paid?” Vinyl asked.
“It’s Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle. And I was thinking somewhere around thirty bits a day.” Twilight said.
“And how much do you get paid to run a tailor shop out of a library?” Vinyl asked.
“About fifteen bits a day.” Rarity groaned.
“Oh.” Twilight said.
“Give us your resume, we’ll keep you under consideration.” Fleur said. Twilight walked out the door, head hanging low.
“You know, so many problems would be solved if you just talked to us before you did this stuff.” Vinyl said.
“What do you mean?” Rarity asked.
“You never tell us the plan. Like, would it have killed you to talk budget before we set up here today?” Vinyl asked.
“Or told us about the Elements of Harmony beforehand?” Fleur asked
“Or explained that an ancient evil was going to attack you when you got here.” The stallion standing in the middle of the library said.
“Who are you?” Vinyl asked.
“I’m the doctor.” The stallion said.
“You have a doctorate?” Fleur asked.
“Which means you’re too pricey. Again.” Vinyl said.
“Oh, I’m not here to audition, I just thought my wife was somewhere around here.” The stallion said.
“Then get out.” Vinyl said.
“You have all the subtlety of a jackhammer.” Fleur said.
“He just disappeared.” Rarity said, staring at the spot on the floor where the stallion had been standing.
“Works for me.” Vinyl said.
“Well, let’s just hope that the next few are more eligible.” Fleur said.
“Okay, last one.” Fleetfoot said.
“I can’t believe we haven’t found a single applicant we like.” Rarity said.
“Well, your budget is about as low as a limbo champion, so I’m not surprised.” Vinyl said.
“But I’m offering free room and board.” Rarity said, gesturing to the mostly empty room tucked away in the corner.
“Yeah, forgot about that. Hey Lyra!” Vinyl shouted.
“Yes?” Lyra said, ducking her head into the room.
“Rarity’s spare room or your college dorm, which is bigger?” Vinyl asked.
“Oh, I thought that was a closet.” Lyra said.
“How is it that I’m poor all of a sudden?” Rarity moaned.
“You just moved here, you haven’t established a foothold yet. The first few weeks will be difficult, but you’ll be okay.” Fleur said.
“Rarity!” Sweetie Belle shouted, bouncing into the room.
“Sweetie Belle, what are you doing here?” Rarity asked.
“I wanna be your assistant!” Sweetie Belle said.
“Oh Celestia, she’s perfect. If you feed her and give her a bed, she’s free.” Vinyl said.
“And she’s adorable.” Fleur said.
“But you don’t know any magic.” Rarity said.
“I do now! I started taking lessons after you left.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Let’s see what you can do.” Vinyl said, leaning forward.
Sweetie Belle closed her eyes as a faint pink light appeared around her horn. The same light appeared on Vinyl’s sunglasses. The glasses were pulled from Vinyl and deposited on Fleur.
“Gimme those.” Vinyl said, quickly performing the same trick in reverse.
“Do you happen to know the spell to send letters?” Rarity asked.
“You mean when you really need a letter sent, so you have Pinkie bake up a ton of muffins, and you give the letter to Derpy when she shows up?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“The teleporting one.” Vinyl said.
“Oh. I can try.” Sweetie Belle said.
“I’m sure there’s a book about it in here somewhere. You’ll have plenty of time to learn.” Fleur said.
“Well, technically, if we want the tickets, we would need this sooner.” Vinyl said.
“I can do it! I promise.” Sweetie Belle said.
“Well, there’s no harm in trying, right?” Rarity said. She pulled a small bookmark off one of the library shelves and levitated it over to Sweetie Belle, “I want you to try to send this to Ms. Lyra.”
“Found it!” Fleur said, trotting over to Sweetie Belle with an open book.
“A foal’s guide to teleportation. Hey, I’m not a foal.” Sweetie Belle protested. Still, she read through the couple of pages detailing the spell.
Sweetie Belle shut her eyes again as she started up the spell. The bookmark floated into the air, hovering for a few moments. Then it started to spin rapidly. Suddenly, a green fire erupted around the little piece of paper.
“Whoa. Was that supposed to happen?” Vinyl asked.
“Yes, yes it was.” Rarity grinned, “Congratulations Sweetie Belle. Under the presumption that Lyra received that correctly, I believe you have the job.”
“Um, guys, what’s this?” Lyra asked as she and Fleetfoot trotted into the room with the bookmark. Sweetie Belle instantly began hopping about and cheering.
“So, you’ve got an assistant then?” Lyra asked.
“Indeed I do. Sweetie Belle, take a letter. Dear Princess Celestia, I am profoundly grateful for the tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala you sent me, and patiently await the chance to attend such a prestigious event. However, between the tickets my friends and I have, we would only be able to have five of us attend. As such, I respectfully request a third ticket so that my companions and I may attend the Gala together, without forcing one of us to be left out. Your faithful student, Rarity.” Rarity said.
“Wow. I haven’t heard somepony use that many words to convey a simple concept since Colgate’s eight page exam on the dangers of plaque.” Lyra said.
“Indeed, your loquaciousness is impressive.” Fleur said.
“So, should I send this now?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Yes, please.” Rarity said. After Sweetie Belle performed the spell again, she looked as if she would faint.
“You okay kid?” Fleetfoot asked.
“I’m just kind of tired.” Sweetie Belle said, leaning against the bookshelves.
“That spell had a long range. It’s not surprising it took a lot out of her.” Lyra said.
“Well, I suppose I’ll have to put that guest room together sooner than I thought.” Rarity said. Just then, a green flash appeared in front of Sweetie Belle, knocking the filly over.
“Looks like the boss sent her reply.” Fleetfoot said, picking up the letter, “Let’s see, glad to help, here’s the tickets, can’t wait, yada yada, oh here’s an interesting bit: And just so you’re aware, I can, in fact, tell exactly who is sending the letters. I have, as such, included another ticket for your sister. I eagerly await you blah blah blah, when’s your first report on friendship magic coming, words words, from Celestia.”
“I get to go to the Gala?” Sweetie Belle shouted, her tiredness apparently vanishing as she began jumping around again.
“I still can’t believe you guys talked me into this.” Lyra mumbled.
“Peer pressure will do a lot to you.” Vinyl smirked.
“Rarity? I think your sister fell asleep.” Fleur said, nudging Sweetie Belle.
“Let’s draw a mustache on her.” Fleetfoot said. Vinyl produced a marker with her magic. Both were subsequently kicked out of the library.
“Fine. I know when I’m not wanted.” Vinyl said.
“I’d make a comment, but it’d be too easy. Low hanging fruit and whatnot.” Fleetfoot said, taking off. The door opened behind Vinyl.
“You still have the keys to our place.” Lyra said.
“Shall I escort you home then, mon chéri?” Vinyl asked.
“I would be delighted.” Lyra said.
Hours later, Sweetie Belle woke up in a bed in her new room. It was a cozy little thing, just enough space for a bed, some shelves, and a desk and chair. She dragged herself out of bed and into the main room. It appeared to be some time after dark. There was a light on in one of the adjacent room though, and Sweetie Belle could hear somepony making a fracas in there.
“Rarity? What are you doing?” Sweetie Belle groaned, walking into the room.
“If there are going to be two of us here, we definitely need more than a library.” Rarity said. Sweetie Belle wiped the sand out of her eyes and looked around the room. It was a sizable room, definitely bigger than Sweetie Belle’s bedroom. There was a large table in the middle and a few cabinets against the wall, with an oven tucked in the corner. Hanging from the ceiling were various pots and pans and for some reason a bottle of syrup.
“You made a kitchen?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Well, it was mostly Braeburn, admittedly. He came by after you fell asleep to see how things were going. I mentioned that you would be living here now, and that I was hoping we could just eat here, one thing led to another, and now we have a kitchen.” Rarity said.
“How many empty rooms are in this place?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“That reminds me, if anypony comes here asking where out biography section is, please direct them to Vinyl Scratch and Lyra’s attic. They’re holding on to a few things for us.” Rarity said.
“Hey, I’m going to the Gala right? Or did I dream that?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“You’re going. I wouldn’t leave you behind to run off to Canterlot a second time.” Rarity said, “Which reminds me, I need you to take a letter.”
“I’ll do my best.” Sweetie Belle said, grabbing a notepad and pencil off the table. She flipped to a page that wasn’t full of décor or dress designs.
“Ahem,
Dear Princess Celestia, I’ve given this a lot of thought since the last letter, and I believe I’ve arrived at the true ‘friendship lesson’ I’ve learned today. I spent the better part of the day going through a long and tiring process that nearly failed, that could have been entirely avoided if I had communicated with my friends. In fact, I wouldn’t have realized that I was making this mistake if not for one of my friends communicating with me. I need to ensure that my friends and I truly understand each other, because otherwise, our endeavors are doomed to failure. Your faithful student, Rarity.”
