Rarity has been under stress recently from overworking, and Pinkie Pie has noticed. Wanting to make her friend happy again, she suggests taking a break from her constant work. Her solution is easy: A girls night out.
Rarity has been under stress recently from overworking, and Pinkie Pie has noticed. Wanting to make her friend happy again, she suggests taking a break from her constant work. Her solution is easy.
Have a girls night out, just the two of them. And through their night, they may come to realise how well they understand each other.
Rarity's mane was absolutely ruined; hairs were stuck out, some dirt was locked in it and she hadn’t washed it in who-knew-when. Her job was too important to take the endless effort it would take to clean it.
There was previously another failure in the one dress she had been working on for weeks. It was still a few weeks away from its deadline, but she wanted it done and completed plenty of time beforehand. The bin nearby her workstation was covered to the brim with scrunched up paper, draft after draft becoming nothing more than piles of scrap. She just couldn’t perfect it to her client’s request, no matter what she tried.
But that was her downfall. With overworking and clocking herself too much, she only put herself in more of a bad situation. The more failures she perceived, the more stressed out she got, leading to more failures, which only increased that stress and tension. It was an endless rotation, only getting worse as time went on. She was almost a walking time bomb, ready to blow up at anypony who would dare interfere.
Sweetie Belle offered to help at some point, but the only result from that was a yelling at. She didn’t mean to direct her rage at her little sister, or even push her away for that matter, but it was too late to take it back. Her work remained the most important thing to her.
Her muzzle and mouth were scrunched up, attempting to perfect a tiny detail on the dress. It required the utmost care and precision with the threading of the needle. A drip of sweat rolled down her face, the two items levitating in front of her from her magic. The needle throbbed in the air, twitching from the magic Rarity was giving it. Furrowing her brow, she got nearer towards the two objects, narrowing her eyesight, ready to thread the needle through.
She winced as soon as the needle made contact with the fabric, before piercing through a small hole it created, carrying the thread behind it. As soon as it went through, she dropped the magical grasp on the two items and analysed the detail on her desk. She had to check for the slightest mistake. She frantically pulled the fabric over into many angles for observation. She sighed a graceful sigh when the hole she had pierced was in perfect alignment with the others.
“Sixteen down, five hundred and eighty four to go...” she said to herself, before groaning and planting her head in her hooves when that number really hit her. But no matter what, she will persevere, for the sake of her client, and for the sake of herself.
She prepared to lift up the fabric again, ready to puncture another hole, when the doorbell rang. She perked up immediately from the merrily chime. “Sweetie Belle!” she called out throughout her house as politely as she could, “Could you get that?”
She waited patiently for a few seconds, hoping to hear hoofsteps of her little sister or the door being answered, but nothing came. She let a small amount of time pass again, but the same result happened, except for another ring of her chime. “Sweetie Belle!” she called out again, much more violently, “Answer the door!”
Still time went pass that nothing happened, and she only grew more frustrated every second. In her current situation, she was quick to blame Sweetie Belle and her poor hearing abilities. “Honestly!” she started complaining, finally moving from her workspace. “What is wrong with that filly?”
She finally left her workroom, her hooves treading on the floor with great force as Rarity made her way towards the stairs. Along the way, Sweetie Belle’s door was wide open, sharing the contents to Rarity, messy as it was. She would have stormed in there and told her sister to clean it up immediately, but she was faced with bigger problems.
“Where is she?” Rarity asked herself, descending the stairs to the foyer. “And why didn’t she tell me she was going out?”
As Rarity made her way towards the bottom of the stairs, the chiming bell went off again. “Alright!” she shouted to nopony, the voice loud enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine.
She had reached the foyer, and was making her way over towards the front door. The foyer looked fine, something which the dragging Rarity changed with her unclean looks. She marched her way over towards the door, when the bell rang once more. “Sweet Celestia hold on already!” she bellowed, certain that the pony behind the door could hear her. She really wasn’t in the mood.
She took no trouble in showing off her frustration by swinging the door wide open with her magic, ready to give a mouthful to whatever pony had come by with a likely worthless request. Inside of the Boutique stood Rarity, gritting her teeth and looking like a disgrace.
Outside of the Boutique stood Pinkie Pie, beaming her smile as she always does. “Hi Rarity!” she said with a charm, not at all affected by Rarity’s dirty look. Her hoof was an inch away from the doorbell, which she pressed a few times afterwards, giggling shortly afterwards. “That’s a nice sound by the way!”
Rarity’s unamused look didn‘t change, but she was fully aware it was Pinkie Pie on her doorstep. “Hello Pinkie...” she grumpily started off with. “What brings you here?”
Pinkie Pie heard the question, but she decided to press the doorbell a few more times, giggling with each one. “Would you please!” Rarity hastily shouted, before trying to get rid of her negative attitude, “...stop that?”
“Sure!” Pinkie Pie replied with, completely blank.
Rarity stared blankly at the constant smiling Pinkie Pie at her door, not speaking a word. She internally groaned, knowing that it was wasting precious time. “Pinkie, if you don’t want anything then—“
“Would you like your massage now?” Pinkie gracefully asked.
Not this again, Rarity immediately thought, sighing. Pinkie Pie had been coming over to the Boutique every few days, asking if she wanted a massage and generously offering one. Every time, she was turned down, with a reminding comment that Rarity wasn’t under stress and didn’t need it.
It seems Pinkie Pie didn’t believe Rarity on that. Every visit had resulted in her getting yelled at by Rarity, but she wasn’t even fazed by it. She claimed that it would help her to relax, but Rarity didn’t have time to relax. She had to finish her dress, and Pinkie Pie’s constant visits only kept her from that.
But she couldn’t deny that the small visits from Pinkie Pie took something away. It was nice to see a friend every now and then, even though she hid it. She had effectively pushed her friends away, even from their requesting to help, claiming it was too important. They understood her situation, but one of them kept at it.
How Pinkie Pie never felt insulted or gave up from the bashing, Rarity would never know. She admired her courage to come by her house often, only to be screamed at and the door shut on her. She didn’t mean to push Pinkie Pie away, but she was really in a tough spot, and Pinkie Pie only felt like an obstacle from reaching her goal.
“Pinkie,” Rarity finally said, putting on her best cheery voice. “I told you, I’m fine. I don’t need a massage thank you very much.”
Pinkie Pie shook her head, keeping her bubbly appearance. “Nope! Not this time!”
Rarity raised an eyebrow. That was certainly new to her. “What?” She took a moment, before shaking her head. “Look, I’m rather busy right now, so could you come back some other time?”
Rarity went to close the door with her magic, but Pinkie Pie stopped it half-way. “Can’t I just come in?” she pleaded. “I’m worried about you.”
Rarity took a moment, before groaning again. “Fine.” She let Pinkie Pie bounce her way inside her house, before slamming the door shut behind her.
Pinkie Pie proceeded to bounce her way all across the foyer, taking in the nicely kept house. It all looked nice and tidy, except for Rarity, who looked miserable.
“Would you like something?” Rarity asked, half-heartedly, making her way past the pink pony. She almost reached the steps, before turning back towards Pinkie Pie, irritated.
“You know what I want” Pinkie replied with no trouble, motioning towards a red couch.
Rarity rubbed her forehead with her hoof, trailing it down across her face afterwards. “I’ve already told you Pinkie, I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather not. I’m incredibly busy.”
Pinkie Pie ignored the protest, jumping in front of Rarity and dragging her towards the couch. “Come on, I Pinkie Promise this’ll be good!”
Rarity attempted to escape Pinkie Pie’s grasp, grunting all the while, but it was too strong. Pretty soon, she found herself thrown onto the couch face down on the soft material. She tried to wriggle off it straight away, but Pinkie Pie kept her down on it with her hooves. “Pinkie!” she shouted. “Let me go this instant!”
Pinkie Pie didn’t answer, but kept Rarity pushed onto the couch in her constant struggles. Her hooves flailed wildly, something Pinkie Pie managed to dodge. Rarity was putting a lot of energy in just trying to squirm free, and Pinkie Pie could tell it was all negative energy. She was doing this all for Rarity’s benefit.
Rarity stopped after a while, tuckered out from her escape attempts. She faced her defeat, planting her head square on the couch. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, putting in very little effort, wanting to go back to work.
Pinkie Pie took a seat beside Rarity and began to brush her hoof behind the unicorn’s neck. “I’m worried. We all are.”
Rarity deliberately turned her head away from Pinkie Pie. “I told you, I’m fine,” she stated.
It was a lie, and even Rarity knew it. She wouldn’t admit it though, as she remained focused on her job. It needed to be done, and nopony else would be able to do it. The client requesting it asked for specific stitch work, something only Rarity could provide. There wasn’t a chance any of her friends could do it; they would unfortunately mess it up as much as she didn’t want to say.
Pinkie Pie trailed her hoof past Rarity’s neck, approaching her spine. Her barrel was heavily inflating and deflating from the major struggle she went through a short while ago, but the activity was already softening. “How are you feeling?” Pinkie asked.
Rarity took in one large inhale. “Fine...”
Pinkie Pie rubbed her hooves together, before pressing them down Rarity’s back. The unicorn flinched from the sudden pressure, even jerking a tiny bit. “Ow!” she cried out, not expecting the weight of the hooves.
“Sorry,” Pinkie Pie apologised, rubbing the back of her head.
“It’s ok... let’s just get this over with...”
That was all Pinkie Pie needed to hear, as she put down her hooves along Rarity’s back, less pressure this time. Rarity’s skin felt rough, her coat a wreck, likely due to the stress. She was wondering if Rarity even showered since she began her work.
Pinkie Pie tenderly pressed into Rarity’s dorsal, caressing the skin carefully. She gyrated her hooves ever so slightly, making sure not to press too hard. She looked at Rarity, whose head was planted fully on the couch. She smiled, knowing that her massage was already being well received.
Rarity felt like she was in another place. Her eyes wandered into somewhere other than the Boutique, as the hooves along her back eased her gently. She couldn’t deny the fact that Pinkie Pie’s hooves left a great mark along her, soft as they were.
She elicited a tiny moan from the massage. She hadn’t had one in weeks. She cancelled her spa appointments with Fluttershy as her work kept her more occupied, so she was a little out of touch. But Pinkie Pie’s hooves felt just like Lotus’s and Aloe’s. Both of them always worked wonders to ease the tension in her muscles, every session leaving her wanting more. But after so long without one, Pinkie Pie of all ponies was the one to replicate that same feeling.
Even though she was under a lot of stress, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she was experiencing. She calmed her breathing, easing the tension inside her, as Pinkie Pie’s fragile hooves rapidly removed any traces of negative behaviour, stabilising herself mentally.
Fluttershy had come once to ask Rarity about the cancellations regarding the spa, finding out the truth about the overload of work on the same visit. She offered her assistance, being a bit skilled as a dress maker herself, but Rarity shunned even her. Fluttershy understood the predicament overall, but the words ushered still hurt her.
Poor Fluttershy, Rarity mused, frowning. She didn’t mean what she said; it was all because of the work. She sometimes really hated having a busy schedule, and she couldn’t even comprehend how Twilight kept herself organised all the time. She knew an apology was in order for Fluttershy at some point though.
Pinkie Pie gingerly worked her way along Rarity’s lower dorsal, not a single complaint coming her way. Rarity was lying still, breathing ever so slowly, almost looking asleep. Pinkie Pie knew her stress relief massage was working wonders on her friend, and she hoped that just maybe she’d take a break once in a while.
Pinkie Pie finished her work with one final delicate stroke across Rarity’s spine. She removed her hooves soon afterwards, Rarity remaining still. “How was that?” Pinkie softly asked, leaning in a bit.
“...Amazing,” Rarity replied with after a few seconds of silence, almost too quiet. “Are you a masseuse?”
Pinkie Pie giggled. “Sorry.”
Rarity gasped as she forced herself up from her lying down position. The sensation in her back was what she severely needed. “Thank you Pinkie.”
Pinkie Pie only maintained her bright smile. “Unfortunately though,” Rarity continued, “I still have work to do. This was nice, but I must resume my progress.”
Pinkie Pie’s smile turned to a frown instantly. “No you don’t,” she stated boldly.
“I’m afraid I do Pinkie,” Rarity replied, rising onto her hooves. “But I won’t forget this.”
“You deserve a break,” Pinkie Pie said, placing a hoof on Rarity’s tender shoulder.
Rarity chuckled slightly, still maintaining her positive side from the massage. “Believe me, this was the break I needed. But I must get back to work.”
Pinkie Pie violently shook her head. “Nuh-uh! You’re not going back to work!”
Rarity took a step back from the sudden outburst. “I’m... not?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Nope!” Pinkie Pie responded, stomping a hoof on the ground. “You’re going to take the rest of the day off!”
Rarity’s eyes widened just at the realisation. “The day? No! I can’t do that!” She raised a hoof to her mouth, just thinking of how far back the lack of work would send her, horrifying just by itself.
Pinkie Pie picked up Rarity’s hoof and lowered it. “You’ve been working yourself too hard. You’re going to have a rest.”
“But...”
Pinkie Pie shook her head again. “No buts! You need this.”
Rarity looked towards the stairs, her last hope for continuing on with her work within her grasp. A part of her wanted to charge up the stairs and carry on with her dress, but knowing Pinkie Pie, and from the generous massage she just received, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Pinkie Pie was right. She had been working too hard. Maybe she could have a break. Turning back towards Pinkie Pie, she presented a smile the pink pony would be proud of. “Ok Pinkie, you win. Maybe I should take a break.”
Pinkie Pie’s grin grew, even showing off her teeth. “That's the spirit! I know the perfect way to do so!”
Rarity cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Girls night out!” Pinkie Pie screamed, throwing her hooves in the air to add to the effect.
“G-Girls night out...?” Rarity asked, stammering.
“Yeah! Just you and me!”
Rarity reached behind and rubbed the back of her head with a hoof. “I-I don’t know... I’m not that much of a drinker...”
Pinkie Pie leaned forward, a bit too close for comfort. “Well neither am I! That’s why it’ll be fun!”
“Hmm,” Rarity thought to herself, hard. She had only drunk a bit at some social events or parties with her friends. She’s been intoxicated before, but never in a terrible state. She could certainly do with some relaxation though, and alcohol would definitely help in that department. Spending a good number of hours with a friend couldn’t be bad either. “Ok!” she gleefully stated, furrowing her brow, fully content on her decision.
Pinkie Pie gasped, before closing the gap and hugging Rarity, who was just a quick to return it. “This is going to be great!” She broke the hug, still looking into Rarity’s eyes. “I’ll come back later. You should get ready.”
Before Rarity could say anything, Pinkie Pie sped off, most likely going through some last-minute changes and preparations. She turned and looked up to the clock that was hung on the wall, revealing that it was only the middle of the afternoon. She had hours to get ready.
“No reason a lady can’t properly prepare herself...” she sang to herself, trotting upstairs.
Rarity isolated herself in her bedroom. She had forced herself to shut the door to her workroom, knowing full well she would become tempted if she even took a peek in there. She was staying true to her word, what Pinkie Pie told her. She wouldn’t work anymore for the day, remaining calm.
She was more collecting of positive emotions, not under the stress. Even if it was for the day, she could handle it, although some part of her still wanted to work. She knew that Pinkie Pie would only scold her if she did so too. The pink pony really had a point, and she was truly grateful for it.
She had taken a luxurious shower. It was so relaxing and cooling, exactly something she needed, refreshing with the simplest drop of water. She had perfectly styled her mane to look as elegant as she could, as well as putting on her lovely makeup. It only took her a couple of hours to be ready for their night out, although she was still a little nervous about the suggestion in its entirety.
She had been to the bar before, but never with the girls. From her understanding, a girls night out involved a lot of drinks. She didn’t know if that would be such a good idea. She was in no way interested in sex, rather just having a good time with a friend who was there for her. Without Pinkie Pie, she might as well curl up in bed for hours.
But then, Pinkie said she wasn’t a drinker either. Rarity had seen her take a few drinks at some parties, but never obscene. The very idea of a girls night out would give them free access to as much alcohol they wish to consume, provided they could handle it.
Rarity didn’t want to get plastered, but she wouldn’t know until they got there. Pinkie Pie could be in for an experience too, what with her introduction.
Rarity hummed to herself as she applied a lovely scent to her coat, a body spray to give her a more finesse smell. She took an inhale of the scent herself. She giggled from the result, perfectly happy with her choice. She was ready to head out, which only left Pinkie Pie to come to her.
Still with time on her hooves, she sat at her dresser, deciding on the amount of bits to take. She already picked out the perfect bag to carry with her, but she needed to consort an appropriate limit on price. After all, she didn’t find it optimal to get wasted, although Pinkie Pie could potentially pressure her into that.
She thought about it briefly. It wouldn’t be too bad if it happened, considering Pinkie would be with her. The point of a girls night out was to have fun after all, and getting drunk with Pinkie Pie would accomplish that. She might even be able to see a different side of Pinkie Pie too.
It was a tough call to make. Two piles of bits were in front of her, one of them larger than the other. She rubbed her chin with her hoof, thinking about it. Envisioning her outcomes, she carefully moved a few bits from the larger pile towards the smaller one.
“Hmm...” she thought out loud, not entirely sure. There was also Pinkie Pie to add to the equation. Would they split it between them, do rounds, or pay for their own? That also added the possibility of Pinkie Pie taking more or less bits. They would likely drink the same amount, but what if one of them had more bits than the other? Details would have to be sorted out.
She couldn’t fully decide on her option. She would only take the bag with her for transportation of bits, but the physical amounts of the currency she would need was inconclusive.
She balanced the arguments again, fumbling around with a single bit. She didn’t want to overspend, but she wouldn’t want to just have a single drink either. Prices of various drinks would be taken into consideration too, although she had a good idea of what she’d be having.
The chime of the doorbell went off as she played with the small object. She knew it had to be either Pinkie Pie or Sweetie Belle. Although she didn’t know where her little sister had gone too, she’d apologise to her when she next saw her. Although, if it was Sweetie Belle at the door, she wouldn’t be knocking. She knew how to open the magic lock.
Rarity hummed to herself as she dipped the large collection of bits into her bag, making her way downstairs. She made sure to check everything was alright before leaving her bedroom. Turning all lights off, she made her way through her luxurious house. Still making a merrily noise, she trotted downstairs into the main room.
“Coming...” she softly sang, placing her bag on a counter.
She approached her front door, unlocking it and opening it with her magic, much slower than when Pinkie Pie visited earlier. Stood outside was the exact same Pinkie Pie, looking almost identical to a few hours ago.
Almost, if not for the dazzling eyes and the sparkling coat of hers. The aroma she wore, a hint of strawberry.
Rarity blushed just from the sight of the mare alone. She knew Pinkie Pie wasn’t into fashion as much as she was, or even one who cantered around her image a lot, but the sight caught her. She looked... beautiful, and she wasn’t expecting her to stand out so much. She knew Pinkie Pie would have showered and prepared, but the way she looked was remarkable, perhaps even a little daunting.
Pinkie Pie didn’t expect anything less from Rarity either. She knew how much she liked to prepare, but it was still nice to see her in a much better state than earlier.
“Hey Rarity,” Pinkie gracefully began. “Are you ready?”
Rarity was stunned for a small moment, still taking in Pinkie Pie’s changes to her features. “Almost,” she replied, standing to the side to let Pinkie Pie pass. “Come on in.”
Pinkie Pie happily took the invitation, and entered the Boutique. She followed Rarity over towards the counter where the bag was located. Rarity sighed, before taking a seat. Pinkie Pie followed suit afterwards, sitting opposite her. Rarity opened up her bag, rummaging through, the sounds of the bits grinding over each other divulging from the opened top.
“Ooh,” Pinkie exclaimed. “That’s a nice bag,” she complimented.
“Why thank you,” Rarity replied, still digging through the item.
“But why do you need it?”
Rarity stopped in her actions, lifting her head to meet Pinkie Pie’s. She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? I need this to pay for my drinks.”
Pinkie Pie gasped then shook her head. “Nuh-uh. You’re not paying for any drinks tonight.”
“Pinkie, how am I supposed to drink if I don’t take any bits?” Rarity asked sternly.
“Because...” the pink pony replied, lifting a hoof to dig into her mane. It shuffled around a bit, like the mane was bottomless, before a small purse emerged from within its deep depths, “I’m paying.”
Rarity didn’t question how Pinkie Pie kept a purse lodged in her mane, but rather the implications of her sentiment. “What?”
Pinkie Pie placed the purse on the counter, before opening it, revealing not only bits within its pocket, but paper notes too. “I’m paying for the whole night.”
Rarity’s eyes widened at what she had heard, and even more when she took a peek inside the small purse. “This is... do you have any idea of how much this is?” she whispered, almost afraid that somepony might hear mentions of large amounts of money.
“Well duh, of course,” Pinkie Pie stated, rolling her eyes. “I wouldn’t go out without knowing how much I’m taking with me.”
“But Pinkie,” Rarity tried to reason, even turning her head briefly to see if any potential intruders saw the large sum of currency. It was admittedly a bit silly. “This is a lot.”
Pinkie Pie beamed a smile. “I know. That means we’ll have so much fun!”
Rarity instantly took ‘fun’ as an indication for ‘getting plastered’. She honestly didn’t know how to feel about that. On the one side it actually sounded like fun, but then there’d be consequences she’d have to face, primarily the hangover. It wasn’t the only issue either. “Wait a minute. Did you just say you’re paying for everything?”
“Mhmm,” Pinkie Pie affirmed, nodding her head.
Rarity’s eyes widened again. “I can’t let you do that Pinkie! I mean, I appreciate the generous offer, but you shouldn’t have to pay for me. I should be paying for my own drinks.”
“It’s no trouble,” Pinkie dismissed.
“It is trouble Pinkie! You shouldn’t have to do this. We don’t know how much we might be spending, and if you end up spending it all, that’s quite a loss.”
“...I know, but—“
“Also!” Rarity added, “What about me? Do you know how guilty I’ll feel if I let a friend pay for everything?”
Pinkie Pie felt deflated, looking down with a frown. “Can’t I just do this?” she pleaded, looking up again. “I’m doing this for you. You deserve the bestest best time ever from all your hard work.”
Rarity didn’t know what to say. Pinkie Pie only wanted the best for her, and was even willing to spend pretentiously quite a bundle of cash just for it. She should have felt flattered, or maybe even honoured, but it was still a bit of an issue. She nervously rubbed the back of her head with her hoof. “I still don’t know Pinkie. I really really appreciate the offer, but I feel I might be more comfortable paying for my own.”
Pinkie Pie presented a faint smile for a brief moment, before she entered her own mind to think. “What about this?” she asked, leaning forward a bit. “Why don’t I pay for tonight, and we’ll sort out the money tomorrow?” She finished off with one of her trademark smiles.
Rarity tapped her chin again, considering it. It was certainly a plausible solution. Pinkie Pie would get the joy of paying her part, and she wouldn’t have to have the debt on her conscience, as well as not requiring lugging around a giant bag. “Ok,” she agreed firmly. “Let’s do that.”
“Great!” Pinkie Pie shouted, almost ready to rocket off outside, but first putting the purse back in her mane. “Shall we go?”
“In a moment, I need to sort out Sweetie Belle.” Rarity looked around, finding a source of writing material. “She isn’t home, and I don’t know where she went off too. Because of this, she isn’t aware of our plans tonight. I need to let her know.”
Rarity found a piece of paper, as well as a quill nearby. “Aha,” she proclaimed, before activating her magic to raise them onto the counter. “Alright...”
Sweetie Belle,
I have gone out with Pinkie Pie tonight, and I am not sure of what time I will be back. There are leftovers from yesterday in the fridge if you are hungry, so help yourself. I will be drinking tonight, so be aware that I may be a little intoxicated when, or if, I stroll in late. Please leave a magic lock on the door, as I will not be taking my key with me.
I expect you to be responsible in my absence. Please do not interfere with my work either. That means no cleaning up of whatever mess is in there.
I also want to have a chat with you regarding the state of your bedroom. Either clean it up while I am out, or I will be talking with you tomorrow.
Take care!
Rarity x
Rarity sighed as she dropped the quill to the side, placing the piece of paper in a spot she was positive Sweetie Belle would see. “That’s done...”
“Does that mean...?”
“It does.” Rarity then noticed that her bag was still on the counter. “Ugh... it feels like a drag if I have to take it upstairs...”
Pinkie Pie giggled. “Then don’t! It’s not going to run away.”
Rarity narrowed her gaze at the open bag. “It won’t... but I know what might...” In little time, she was back to picking up the quill with her magic.
P.S I know exactly how many bits are in my bag. I will know if you steal any of them. The same goes for the ones in my bedroom.
“Done!” Rarity chimed, finally satisfied with her parting words for her little sister. “Ok, let’s go.”
Pinkie Pie effectively bounced her way towards the front door, holding it open with her hoof. She motioned for Rarity to go through, keeping it open for her.
“Why thank you Pinkie,” Rarity said, making her way outside. It was the first time she had stepped into the town for a good week or so.
Ponyville wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t bright either. The dusk had come, the sunset in the far horizon. It was certainly beautiful, but she wasn’t much of a gazer. She sighed when she spotted it though, a nice change from her crummy, messy workroom with trash littered all over it. There were a few ponies on the streets; a couple of fillies walked into their house, closely followed by their parents, likely retiring for the day.
The night-time activities would soon begin, and that would mean the bar. She knew where it was, on account of being there before. She loathed the very idea of what would likely happen with the two of them there. Pinkie Pie probably didn’t know, so she’d need a filling in.
Pinkie Pie closed the front door behind her, trotting up beside Rarity. “So, where are we going?” she asked with anticipation.
Rarity smirked, before pointing down the street. “This way.” With a last look at her beautiful Boutique, she used her magic to put the magic lock on the door, knowing that Sweetie Belle would figure it out. They always used magic locks, preferring them over physical keys. Part of it was the hassle to carry them; the other was that they looked disgusting.
Rarity re-joined to the side of Pinkie Pie, heading down the almost deserted street, the sunset in the far distance. The night was long ahead of them, and Rarity didn’t know what shenanigans might be in store for them both.
The amount of money Pinkie had was a little frightening, whilst also tempting. So much potential for drinking, and it might just be what she needs. She would only have to wait to find out.
Sounds became louder as the pair of mares gradually made their way across the evening town of Ponyville. They neared with every step towards the bar, The Horse’s Head, Ponyville’s only watering hole. It was a relatively new establishment, attracting some light activity on a nightly routine. It was originally named after the owner heard a tale of the Headless Horse, the rumour supposedly coming from Rainbow Dash. The name stuck, and a successful business of serving drinks was born. Rainbow Dash did not get any lease on the name, much to her arguing.
It wasn’t in the center of Ponyville. It was located around the outskirts. Deliberately placed away from as many houses as possible, the Mayor was not impressed with the sounds that would resonate from its interior. As it was the only of its kind as well, it attracted quite a huge crowd, but sometimes not the best kind.
Rarity hadn’t been there that many times. Not by personal choice anyway. She was sometimes requested to discuss important business details with some top fashion critics in a public place. The attention received from some of the ponies was admittedly nice, but the idea of it taking part inside a bar was a bit distracting.
However, there were also some cases of the other types of ponies that offered to thank her for her designs. They weren’t very special by themselves, just regular customers, but the idea was that they thanked her for the service. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she foolishly accepted anyway. Almost every time, she found herself getting hit on. She should have always felt flattered that stallions or the occasional mare found her remarkably beautiful, but after so many times of the same cheesy lines, it just became degrading. But the worst part about it was that business was business. She couldn’t accept their... tempting offer, but throwing her drink in their face wouldn’t be good reception for her.
And that was only one of the things she was afraid of running into with Pinkie Pie. The pink pony wasn’t really experienced to the dating scene, or even the bar, so her greatest concern was some stallion taking Pinkie Pie away while she was gone.
She would remain on edge, and it’s what she constantly told herself. Pinkie Pie kept insisting that they’d have a lot of fun, something she did want to happen, but she remained on alert anyway. Many times she found herself either chuckling or unknowingly agreeing with Pinkie Pie’s suggestions. She didn’t know what half of them were. But she knew she had to tell Pinkie Pie about the difference between a party and a ‘party’.
They stopped in their progress to gaze at the establishment. It wasn’t the fanciest looking place, but certainly not run down either. Being a relatively new building, it sparked up activity, which was already evident by the many voices they could hear. A few groups of ponies were scattered outside in small huddles too, a few giving a quick glance.
“Is this it?” Pinkie Pie asked, still looking up at the partially illuminated ‘The Horse’s Head’ sign.
“This is it,” Rarity confirmed, before taking her steps towards the bar. She was slightly nervous from the scene, and Pinkie Pie followed.
Pinkie Pie did the honours again, opening up the front door, inviting Rarity in. She took the generous invitation, her hooves stepping foot into the bar. She quickly scanned the scene, trying to recognise what types of ponies were present.
There were no brawls, which was already a good sign. She could read the nature of some ponies just by looking at them. She turned back, Pinkie Pie having entered the bar too. “Wow,” Pinkie exclaimed, her smile bear. “This looks nice.”
The smile was infectious, appearing on Rarity too. “It is.” With another search, she looked for a suitable place to sit. She had an inkling that Pinkie had just been making polite conversation. Her first time in a bar and all she said first off is ‘nice’.
The place was fairly packed from first glance, though not overabundant with crowds. Conversations were happening left and right, front and center, words that couldn’t be deciphered from friendly chat, confined in social circles. It was a friendly atmosphere. That calmed Rarity a bit, a slight sense of relief.
An open booth was available in a corner. It was positioned perfectly in regards to the atmosphere. A chance for a little isolation, something Rarity was slightly edging towards. Although it was a girls night out, she did not want to get tied up with other ponies. Hopefully, Pinkie Pie would understand that, if a little harsh on her plans.
Rarity tapped Pinkie Pie on the shoulder, before pointing towards the booth. “Shall we sit?”
Pinkie Pie looked at the booth, then back at Rarity, before nodding her head. “Ok,” she agreed, already making her way over to the corner.
Rarity watched Pinkie Pie enter the booth, the pink mare resting herself on the comfortable material provided, sitting around the circular table. Pinkie Pie adjusted herself a bit, smiling all the while. To anypony else, it looked like she was just happy to be there. “A lot of ponies here, huh?” Pinkie Pie asked, making polite conversation.
“Indeed,” Rarity concurred, scanning the area again.
“So, what do we do?” Pinkie asked. She wasn’t sure of what to follow-up with.
Rarity extended her hoof out to Pinkie Pie. “Hand me the purse. I’ll get the first set of drinks.” Pinkie Pie happily obliged, digging out her small purse and presenting it to Rarity. Rarity humbly took the purse. “I’ll be right back, ok?” At Pinkie Pie’s nod of acknowledgment, she turned and headed for the bar, ready to get their order in.
Pinkie Pie sighed as Rarity walked off. She had succeeded in her task, finally getting Rarity to loosen up. It might not have been permanent, but after days, even weeks of constant nagging for a break, she had given in.
She didn’t like to see Rarity the way she was. Nopony did. She loved to see the smiles on a pony’s face, and Rarity not shining one for all of that time was not ok. If Rarity turned that frown upside down for a brief moment, or even an hour, she’d have been ok. But she never did.
And Pinkie didn’t like it. It eventually got to the point where she had to do something.
Just watching Rarity up at the bar, ordering drinks, conversing with other ponies was brightening her mood. The night had gotten off to a brilliant start in her opinion. She might not have had a girls night out before, but she was sure that was bound to change. Rarity looked like she belonged in the crowd, another face, another pony.
“Wait a minute,” she said to herself, realising something was off. “She didn’t ask me what I wanted.”
Pinkie Pie tapped her chin, trying to figure out the answer. Why didn’t Rarity ask her what she wanted? Was she going on a presumption, a whim? She had drunk alcohol before, but was what she drank widely known?
Pinkie Pie couldn’t figure it out. She also didn’t notice the stallion that had slugged his way over to her. As she contemplated why Rarity didn’t ask her what mood she was in for the night, her train of thought was cut off by a gruff sounding voice.
“Hey there,” the stallion spoke. He was stood overarching the table, holding a mug of alcohol, likely cider from first glance with his hoof. He was an earth pony, is what the first thing ponies would notice about him.
He had caught Pinkie Pie’s attention. “Well hi,” she cheerfully replied. “I’m Pinkie Pie.”
The stallion inched closer a bit, but not too much. To Rarity, she would have known exactly what he was going to do. To Pinkie Pie, who hadn’t been to the bar before, she had no clue.
“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” he asked, looking her over like he was checking out her figure, but not at a stalker level. He was putting on a façade.
“Well thank you!” Pinkie replied, flushing. “But, what’s your name? I’ve never met you before.” She tilted her head to the side, still oblivious to what was going on. “I know all the ponies in Ponyville, and I’ve never seen you before.”
The stallion smirked, like he knew Pinkie Pie wasn’t getting it. Going out on whims to chat up mares, they would usually slap him or blow him off, but Pinkie Pie...
A mare that didn’t catch on. He found his game plan. Still grinning, he put his mug down onto the table. He was about to slide into the booth, but a sound stopped him in his progress.
It was somepony clearing their throat. He jerked around to see just who would have interrupted him. He became face to face—or rather, a few feet away—from a certain unicorn. She didn’t look impressed by his presence, but her stare wasn’t leering at him.
“Got them already?” Pinkie asked, noticing the two drinks Rarity had. Her horn was active, the constant blue aura waving around her appendage. Two beverages were hovering in the air, also with an encrusted blue aura.
“Can we help you?” Rarity asked the stallion. She placed the two drinks in her grasp down on the table without looking. She scrunched up a bit of her lip. Her stare seemed to give off a more vicious vibe, but it wasn’t intentional. Though she knew what the stallion was doing.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rarity saw Pinkie Pie analysing the drinks. The pink mare slid one over towards her, checking it out. Rarity knew she had bought Pinkie Pie the most suitable drink, and she would gladly join her, except for one minor detail.
The stallion stood in her way.
He realised the situation was lost. He could tell Rarity meant business, and she wasn’t messing around. Pinkie Pie may not have picked up on his idea, but Rarity would in a heartbeat. Chuckling nervously, though unintentional, he slipped his hoof on the table, picking up his mug. “S-Sorry,” he said, forcing a grin.
Rarity raised an eyebrow.
The stallion took a gulp. With a swift movement, he escaped from the scene. He did it shoddily. It was awkward for him, but his retreat put the smirk back on Rarity.
With a graceful sigh, satisfied with what she had done, Rarity slid her way into the booth. For some reason, she felt like she could slouch on the material, remembering that moment not a short while ago. She sent the stallion off, and it only took a leer. Why couldn’t she do that sort of thing more often?
“I never got his name,” Pinkie Pie said, looking over to where he ran off to.
“And you probably wouldn’t ever remember...” Rarity muttered under her own breath, not aware of what she was saying.
“What was that?” Pinkie asked, giving Rarity a questionable look.
Rarity remained still for a few seconds, before snapping out of her slight daze. “Huh? Oh, sorry.”
“It’s alright.” Pinkie Pie looked down at her drink. She willingly smiled. “Thanks for getting the drinks."
Rarity nodded at the appreciation, lifting up her own drink. She knew exactly what both of them wanted. Hers was more of a drink to suit her taste. A tiny bit fancy, not overly expensive, but still maintaining a moderate level of alcoholic content. Pinkie’s was an obvious choice for a mare too. It wasn’t as refined as the ‘stallion’ type of drinks, rather having an impeccable taste of fruit mixed in.
It still held the alcohol, and Rarity had seen Pinkie Pie down a few in the past. How could she resist getting it?
Making an immediate mental note in her head regarding money, Rarity used her magic to bring out the purse. She levitated it between the two of them so she could keep a watchful eye on it. She took another look at her own drink. “Should we toast?”
Pinkie Pie paused in her slurping of her drink, her eyes darting. With a grin, she lowered it. “Sure.” She met Rarity’s smile, as well as her drink, by lifting her own up and meeting Rarity’s. The two glasses clung as they collided, before they both took a small swig.
“So, what did we toast?” Pinkie asked after a mouthful.
Rarity went into thought again, a part of her lip curling. “How about... to having fun?”
“Having fun?” Pinkie quirked her eyebrow.
“Well sure,” Rarity affirmed with a grin. “Didn’t you want me to loosen up?”
“Of course I did,” Pinkie Pie replied, sliding a hoof onto Rarity’s. "And I'd say you're doing a great job so far!"
Rarity couldn’t tell what was coming over her to cause her to feel flushed from Pinkie Pie’s hoof touching her own. It was a little awkward, granted, but it must have been some of the actual real contact she’s made with somepony for a while. Pinkie Pie gave her the massage, and it was Pinkie once more. Why was it getting to her?
It must have been the early stages of the alcohol talking.
Pinkie Pie retracted her hoof, taking another drink. She took a gander around, her eyes lying on the crowd. What did she think of the bar so far? She hadn’t been there for half an hour, and she was already enjoying herself. But approximately 99.9% of that was due to being there with Rarity.
But then her eyes found that stallion who had come over before. “You know... that stallion said I was pretty.”
Rarity put down her drink immediately, already regretting her choice of going on the night out. It was a brief argument. She knew what was about to come. “Really...”
“Yeah.” Pinkie Pie turned to face Rarity. “Why would he say that of all things? Why not tell me his name?”
Rarity tittered with her teeth, letting out a deep exhale. Why was she destined to have to give Pinkie Pie ‘the talk’? Pinkie Pie really didn't know...
“I mean, it was rather nice of him to say that.” Pinkie Pie felt a little blush coming over her at the memory. “But why wa—“
“He was hitting on you,” Rarity interjected sternly, looking down at her drink.
Pinkie Pie turned to face Rarity. “He was what?” she asked, her brow raised.
“Hitting on you. It’s something you haven’t experienced before. But I know of it.”
Pinkie Pie waited patiently for Rarity to carry on. She watched as Rarity seemed to down a lot of her drink. If she were to guess, she would have said Rarity felt tense.
“You see Pinkie, at the bar, there are ponies who will attempt to flatter a pony they see from a distance. They will make contact and compliment you to no end. Most of the time, they only have one goal in mind.”
“What’s that?” Pinkie Pie’s only response was Rarity tilting her head and scrunching her snout. It took her a short moment before she figured it out. “What? Really?”
Pinkie Pie’s look of horror and disgust was all Rarity needed to know. If she hadn’t had stepped in, and with Pinkie’s knack to take things fast...
But she pushed that thought back. Pinkie Pie went out of her way to make her happy. She wouldn’t have left her alone. The stallion would have likely given up before long, with Pinkie Pie refusing to leave without her. The thought alone made Rarity chuckle.
“Yeah,” Rarity said. “I’ve been on the receiving end of multiple cases. Not all of them want sex, but most are after it. And of course, with alcohol, you’re more tempted to accept their offer.”
“So that stallion only wanted me to climb into bed with him?”
Rarity didn’t like the way Pinkie Pie’s eyebrows lowered. She especially didn’t like how Pinkie Pie was seemingly glaring in the general direction of the stallion, or how high her voice had risen. She became nervous, and she hadn’t realised she had briskly finished off her first drink. Tapped out, she needed to do something quickly.
"Yeah...” Rarity nervously replied. She was quiet, afraid of what might come.
“How could he think of me like that!” Pinkie blurted out, even slamming her hoof on the table.
Rarity grew tense, her body jolting from the thundering sound. Her head frantically coiled around the scene. She bit her lip. Luckily, Pinkie Pie’s outburst wasn’t attracting public attention. But she knew she had to do something.
Without second guessing, or thinking, Rarity leant forward and placed her hoof on Pinkie Pie’s shoulder. “Pinkie, please calm down.”
“Huh?” Pinkie Pie felt herself softening up from the contact alone, her muscles losing their tension.
“I understand how you’re feeling. But please, don’t feel anger over this.” Rarity skimmed over at Pinkie Pie’s drink. It must have only been half full, but then, Rarity was a half empty kind of pony. With a warming smile, she faced Pinkie Pie again. “How about I go up and get another set of drinks?”
“But... I haven’t finished this one.”
“I know Pinkie, but I don’t want you to do anything rash. We’re here for fun, remember?”
Pinkie Pie’s ears fell down. Rarity was right. She was getting too worked over it. She took a sigh, slumping her shoulders. “Alright.”
Rarity felt chuffed at how gentler Pinkie Pie’s voice sounded. Taking her time, she removed the hoof from Pinkie Pie’s confine, taking the purse with her magic. “Same again?” Pinkie Pie nodded. “Ok, I’ll be right back.”
Pinkie Pie acted rashly, grabbing Rarity before she could move. Rarity only felt flushed again when Pinkie Pie crushed her with a brief hug. “Thanks Rarity.”
Rarity’s smile grew as she slid her way out of the booth. “Just... remain calm, ok?” She left Pinkie Pie with her joking words, before turning to head for the bar again.
Rarity had a suspicion that one or both of them would have been hit on at some point, intoxicated or not. She had been around the bar long enough to know that sort of thing tended to happen. But why didn’t she let Pinkie Pie in on the details earlier? It might have saved her from spilling it then.
As she ordered another round of drinks, she took a peak back behind her. Pinkie Pie was still drinking her first one. She couldn't help grinning at the display.
She remained facing Pinkie Pie even when the drinks came up. She used her magic to carefully levitate them through the air, walking back over towards the booth. Why was she finding Pinkie Pie’s displays so charming?
Pinkie Pie beamed when Rarity re-entered their booth. But that was only a cover. Rarity could see Pinkie Pie was thinking about something. “Ok, what is it?” she asked with force, placing down the various objects in their appropriate places.
Pinkie Pie felt shocked. She whimpered for a short moment, before taking a sigh. “That stallion called me pretty...”
Rarity groaned. “I told you Pinkie, don’t let it get to you. It happens.”
“I know... but...”
“But what?”
Pinkie Pie slouched in a more curled up posture, looking nervous. “Well... did he really think that?”
Rarity looked left and right. “You mean... did he actually find you attractive, rather than just saying it?”
“Yeah...” Pinkie mumbled, staring at her drink. “Was he just making it up to soften me up?”
Rarity paused in taking a swig, lowering her drink. “Of course not.” She caught Pinkie Pie’s attention. “Why would he have come over to wind you up if he didn’t see anything?”
“But wasn’t he just after me because of my looks?”
Rarity raised a hoof onto her chin. “Well... looks are a part of it. But he must have seen something in you. Or maybe he knew of you. You are rather notorious around Ponyville after all.”
Pinkie Pie’s frown began to change. “But I’ve never seen him before.”
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t know you,” Rarity backfired instantly. She inched closer, placing her hoof on Pinkie Pie’s shoulder again. She stared into her dazzling eyes. “You are pretty Pinkie. Not just pretty, but beautiful. And I’m not just talking about your looks. There’s so much about you that is beautiful.”
Pinkie Pie blinked her eyes before her full smile showed itself. To Rarity, her eyes were sparkling. They were truly beautiful. “You... you mean it?”
Rarity only nodded at Pinkie Pie’s question. She truly meant it. Pinkie Pie had so many qualities she sometimes wished she had. If she had that selflessness, her eccentric personality, sometimes she would be better off. If she could feel enthralled working on an important dress day after day, and proceed through with Pinkie’s mannerism, she might have been better off.
She truly admired some features about Pinkie Pie. More than she likely knew. She didn’t even know how thrilled she was just to be on the night out with her. With Pinkie Pie, Rarity felt there was more freedom. She could unwind after a day. Pinkie Pie had no idea how grateful she was for that.
That could be why she didn’t take her hoof off of Pinkie Pie. The two of them remained stationary, only staring into each other’s orbs. Both of them had something calling them to the other. They were locked, and neither felt like they wanted it to end.
Yes, Pinkie Pie was beautiful...
Rarity felt her hoof sliding along Pinkie Pie’s shoulder, heading somewhere else, possibly too personal for contact. It made her realise the reality of what she was doing. Her eyes widened in shock, having caught up with the situation. She retracted her hoof from the vicinity of Pinkie Pie right away, deeply apologising.
Why did she do that? A thought that was clunking up her mind. She wasn’t into mares. She wasn’t into Pinkie Pie. She was only friends with her. It was just the alcohol kicking in, she told herself.
Rarity felt their situation becoming a bit awkward, though Pinkie Pie didn’t. She didn’t mind the hoof on her, or so Rarity saw. She watched Pinkie Pie upping the game a bit, downing her drinks with no trouble with a cheeky grin. She couldn’t comprehend how Pinkie Pie managed to do it, but she had.
Pinkie Pie sighed after finishing off her second drink. She leant forward and picked up the purse. She turned around to Rarity with her never-ending smile. “How about we speed things up?”
Rarity gulped as Pinkie Pie jittered the purse around, the sounds of bits colliding resonating to her. What was her plan? “What... what do you mean?”
Pinkie Pie’s smile turned devious, her teeth emerging from the parted pink lips. “Let’s do shots.”
Rarity’s eyes widened once again at the implications alone. She was about to argue, asking Pinkie Pie to stop, but Pinkie had already jumped out of the booth and shot off for the bar.
Rarity’s lips wobbled. She didn’t know if she liked where it was going.
Rarity’s drunken thoughts dominated her feeble mind. How many had she had? Rows upon row of empty shot glasses laid flat down on the table. Were half of them hers? She couldn’t tell. But she loved it regardless.
Pinkie Pie had a small slur to her voice, a little sway in her movements. Rarity did as well, but not as much. She might have been more of a heavy drinker, or Pinkie Pie might have slipped a few sneaky drinks behind her.
That wasn’t important to her anyway. She was having way too much fun to care about something as collective as that. Topics deviated quickly, often on the bridge of romance, or just general teasing. Many things had been discussed, but Rarity lost track of a few.
Even the time, of which she was unsure of. How long had they been drinking? Night had fully fallen on the town, only evidencing her that it had gotten late. The bar was a little less crowded, but the many ponies inhabiting the scene were mostly drunk, or what Rarity might say, “Off their face.”
A lot of ponies had left too. It wasn’t a full up as it was when the two mares first arrived. It wasn’t particularly a good or bad thing, given how no ponies really came over to them. Many turned their heads when they heard obnoxious giggling sessions, but that was it.
Rarity felt free, high on her social life with Pinkie Pie.
She had loosened up long ago, Pinkie Pie’s initial plan gone off without a hitch. They came across their small acts of recklessness, such as Pinkie Pie accidentally slipping over and banging into another mare, but nothing bad happened.
The staff came by often and took the empty glasses, just like with other customers. That only added to Rarity’s confusion of how much she had. She ultimately decided to just pay Pinkie Pie half of whatever they spent. She lost track of payment ages ago.
“So then,” Pinkie Pie said, swishing her drink on the table, “He told me that I shouldn’t ever mix the two together, otherwise it might go BOOM!” A few traces of liquor splashed off her glass when she shouted and emphasised her point.
Rarity guffawed, joined shortly by Pinkie Pie. “Really? Mr Cake said that?”
“Yeah,” Pinkie replied after her small laughing session. “He’s really kind for helping me out a lot.”
“Hmm,” Rarity mumbled, taking a swish of her drink. “He seems like one of the few kind stallions around. I would say it’s because he’s married and has two kids, but it’s still nice to see there aren’t jerks that dominate the town.”
“You mean,” Pinkie Pie said as she got a little closer, “Not like that one guy who wanted me to sleep with him?”
“Exactly!” Rarity exclaimed after she downed a bit more of her drink. “There are some stallions in this world that I... well... would just like to hit, quite honestly.”
Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically at Rarity’s unusual behaviour. “What? You, hitting somepony? I want to see that!”
Rarity held it in for a short while as she stared at Pinkie Pie’s sly grin, until she fully lost it in laughter once more. Pinkie Pie was quick to join her, the two of them often sharing giggling sessions. “No, but seriously,” Rarity repeated after calming down, “Some stallions are just jerks. It’s a rare occurrence that you’d meet a nice one.”
Pinkie Pie nodded in agreement. Memories from her experience came back to her. There was Cranky... though he wasn’t a stallion. He was a donkey, which could have considered pretty much a stallion. After all, mules are the offspring of ponies and donkeys, so why not? It was compatible and reasonable.
Or it might have been the alcohol trying to persuade her of approving it.
“Hey,” Rarity said, realising something. “What about that Cheese Sandwich fellow? Didn’t you have this big crush on him?”
Pinkie sunk low, her pink skin turning a darker shade of the same colour. She felt the flush quickly coming over her, the party pony locked deep in her mind. “I did...” she quietly replied, fiddling with her free hoof.
“So what happened with him?” Rarity asked, inching closer towards Pinkie Pie with a keen interest.
Pinkie Pie couldn’t for the life of her face Rarity as she stared her down. Part of it was because Rarity looked glamorous, while the other was her heated embarrassment. “He uh... he wasn’t interested.”
“What!” Rarity yelled out in surprise. “Not interested? Pinkie, you’re a wonderful mare! Any stallion would be happy and lucky to have you!”
Pinkie Pie’s blush grew enormously, Rarity’s compliment driving her self-esteem through the roof. She didn’t like bragging or inflating her appearance, but Rarity had a tone that set things in the right direction every time. She envied her for that. “He just wasn’t,” she sheepishly admitted, her face looking a little glum. It was likely a bad memory.
Pinkie Pie washed her negative emotions aware by taking a massive swig of her drink. With a satisfied gulp after swallowing, she turned to Rarity with her returning smile. “Enough about me. What about you and that Trenderhoof fellow?”
Rarity’s eyes widened, almost to the level of dinner plates. She played with her lips and her teeth a bit, not really fond of the truth, just like Pinkie was with Cheese Sandwich. “Same... he wasn’t interested.”
“Aww,” Pinkie groaned, feeling sympathy for Rarity right away.
“He said... that earth ponies were more his ‘style’. He didn’t mean to sound so insulting or rude, but he prefers the ethics and naturism of earth ponies. He has a lot of respect for them.”
“That explains Applejack,” Pinkie Pie finished for her.
Rarity nodded her head to confirm the implication. She made a little snort. “There was another mare he read in the papers that he became interested in actually. And she was—“
Pinkie Pie quirked her eyebrow at how Rarity froze up, not carrying on with her sentence. “Oh...” she nervously continued, “I guess I forgot to mention it.”
“Huh? Mention what?” Pinkie Pie asked curiously, getting closer.
Rarity darted her eyes left and right, trying not to make eye contact with Pinkie Pie. “This mare... was Maud.”
“Maud?!” Pinkie blurted out without thinking.
Rarity flinched at the sudden outburst. She should have expected that, but even in her drunken state, she couldn’t have prepared thoroughly for it.
“Hmm,” Pinkie Pie mumbled as she loosened her body up. “Wonder why she never told me.”
“I’m not sure if she knows herself,” Rarity suggested, remembering Maud’s bland attitude. She could have likely been hit across the face with a toad and she wouldn’t react. Trenderhoof’s advances likely wouldn’t have caught on. But the idea of Maud in an actual relationship...
“Good for her,” Pinkie Pie cheeringly said after a few seconds. “She needs somepony to help her loosen up. She’s so stressed out at the moment.” She sighed.
Rarity raised her eyebrow in a puzzled manner. Maud? Stressed out? How the hay was that possible?
“Well anyway,” Rarity said, waving her hoof in the air to change the subject. “I think I can safely say that there are some stallions in this world that aren’t even worth the time or effort. They’re all so rude.”
Pinkie Pie didn’t say anything, but she knew what Rarity meant. She agreed with her to a certain degree, being more open-minded to stallion behaviour. They weren’t all what Rarity was disguising them as, but she did have a point. Sometimes, she had thoughts about something else. The mare right next to her.
“Sometimes,” Pinkie Pie softy said as she touched Rarity’s hoof with her own, “I’ve felt something else.”
Rarity didn’t fight her hoof away from Pinkie Pie’s, rather welcoming it. She wanted to hold it, intoxicated as she was. It might have been the alcohol making her warm up, or it might have been Pinkie Pie’s shining eyes. They gleamed like the moonlight did on a cold Winter’s night. She admired those cerulean orbs.
But Rarity had a thought of what Pinkie Pie was talking about. She think she knew what it was. “You mean... going the other way?”
Rarity would have expected Pinkie Pie to retract her hoof instantly and scold her for even thinking such a preposterous notion. Being into mares? Pinkie Pie might have frowned on that, or even spit, depending on her views. But it was a risk Rarity was willing to take.
Because she’s had those same exact feelings too. And since Pinkie Pie didn’t remove her hoof, even touch Rarity’s more, in only heightened her immediate sensation.
“Yeah...” Pinkie trailed off, looking down with a frown. “But what would ponies think of me?”
We could find out if you’d like Pinkie.
Rarity knew the thought came from the alcohol, but the more she repeated it, the more she liked it. Sometimes, she felt like being different herself. It’s true a mare with another mare in a relationship would be a vast difference, and Ponyville didn’t have any, but it was her decision, as well as Pinkie’s.
They shouldn’t’ be shunned for having a different view. It was personal preference, and Rarity... Rarity wanted Pinkie Pie.
“It’s your choice Pinkie,” she assured the anxious mare, patting the hoof with her own. “Besides, you’re so known around Ponyville that they’d be crazy not to think it bad. Nopony will stop showing up at your parties if you’re interested in mares.”
“Thanks...”
Rarity’s heart fluttered under the look of gratitude of Pinkie Pie. She was sweet. “I’ve often thought life with a mare would be so much better than waiting for the right stallion.”
“Me too!” Pinkie agreed without second thinking. “I mean, I’m not as sophisticated or elegant as you are Rarity, but mares are the best! And when I’m with my best friends who are all mares too, it makes me truly happy!”
“Oh come on, I’m not that sophisticated. There are plenty of times I’ve lowered myself as a unicorn, as well as mare.”
“Say what you believe,” Pinkie Pie argued. She leant forward and playfully tapped Rarity’s muzzle with her hoof. “I think you’re cute anyway.”
Rarity felt the blush wave riding through her. Compliment after compliment, and yet, none of them failed from their estimated goal. Were they intentional? She liked to think so. Pinkie Pie was nothing but a charming, beautiful mare. A mare she wouldn’t live day to day without. But if only she knew that for herself...
Rarity sighed, clocking the thoughts around in her brain. She scanned the bar scene briefly. It was late, and she knew it well. Experience had taught her that. “Pinkie, why don’t we head on home?”
Pinkie Pie’s eyebrows changed in height. Rarity took immediate action, waving her hoof around. “Oh no no, it’s not because I’m not having fun. It’s just... it’s rather late.”
“Well why didn’t you say so silly?” Pinkie shook her head at Rarity’s awkward behaviour. “Let’s go.”
Rarity nodded, finishing off what was left of her drink. She lifted it up to her mouth, only to find a single drop dribbling down the glass. She drank it all, and when she glanced at Pinkie Pie’s, that one was empty too. She couldn’t help smiling. But she was still clueless as to how many she had.
Not that it mattered anyway. She had fun, and that was the important thing. Pinkie Pie had succeeded in her task. Through putting up with yelling, or dismissive behaviour, she had indeed, gotten the fashionista out of her home and out to the bar. And she loved that fact.
When she rose up from the booth, she stumbled a little. The alcohol caught up with her, putting a little sway in her movement. “Whoa,” she exclaimed as she jigged a little. She soon found balance in the hooves of Pinkie Pie, who had graciously stopped her from tipping over. She was wasted as well, also portraying a little body flexing. Their bodies walked side by side, but they both ended up swerving either left or right every now and then. Each time would result in a small giggle, from either or both parties.
The pair exited the bar and found themselves in a dark Ponyville with the stars overhead. It was beautiful from first look, the bright light illuminating the sky. In their drunken minds, they couldn’t stop themselves from staring up in awe at the mystical views.
A small gust floated past the pair, carrying the cold air with it. Pinkie Pie’s body shuddered right away. “It’s a bit nippy...”
Rarity concurred. It was cold, a little chilly. But she knew what she wanted to do. With no doubt in her mind, she lifted her hoof to wrap around Pinkie. With it, she tugged on it, drawing Pinkie Pie next to her, their barrels touching.
“Thanks Rarity!” the party pony said, grateful for the extra heat. It even made her feel flushed a little.
“It’s no problem at all,” Rarity said dismissively. “Now come on, to the Boutique!” They took a few staggered steps before stopping again. “Or did you want me to escort you to Sugarcube Corner?”
“Escort?” Pinkie asked with a sly smile, raising her eyebrow. “I’m just fine Miss Rarity. I am... not that drunk honestly.” She hiccupped, causing Rarity to chuckle.
“Come on, you can stay at the Boutique if you want.”
“Really?” Pinkie asked, her eyes full of hope. She wasn’t banking on Rarity inviting her over, or even predicting it in the first place. But now that she was... she didn’t know how to react. She loved slumber parties, only this was a drunken slumber party with the best mare she knew in the whole world.
“If it’s okay with the Cakes that is,” Rarity reinstated. “I don’t want to be held responsible for any potential foalnappings.”
Pinkie Pie giggled. “They told me before I headed out that they’d be fine if I didn’t show up. They only asked me to check in tomorrow to make sure everything was fine, but they’re okay with me not going back.”
“Well in that case...”
“Sleepover?” Pinkie asked, her irises budging from excitement alone.
“Sleepover,” Rarity confirmed, increasing the pace a bit.
“Woo!” Pinkie shouted.
Rarity was quick to hiss at Pinkie Pie to lower her volume. “Pinkie, it’s late, and the whole town can hear your hollering.”
“Sorry,” Pinkie quietly apologised in a cute voice. The way she tucked her body in a bit was adorable too.
Rarity rolled her eyes. “It’s alright. Let’s just get there in one piece.”
“One piece?” Pinkie Pie shot Rarity a sly grin. “Why not race?” Before Rarity could react, Pinkie Pie broke from their sideways hug and dashed away in a brisk walk.
Rarity watched as Pinkie Pie slanted all over the path, almost falling over too many times she could count. She sped up herself, deciding to take part in Pinkie’s crazy scheme, or game as she saw it. A little game after a few drinks couldn’t hurt.
The chase went on for a few minutes. They ran through a lot of Ponyville, though they may have gone backwards sometimes. Rarity didn’t pay attention. She was too busy having fun with Pinkie Pie to care. A few lights came on from some houses. She hid whenever she saw them standing out, a sneaky way to hide herself. She didn’t want to be known as the one who caused a disturbance, and it only made it more fun in the end.
They got exhausted from their bantering. Creeping up towards the front of the Boutique, Rarity and Pinkie Pie’s exhaled could be heard from many feet away. They weren’t hiding their panting, their need for exuberant breath.
Rarity turned back as Pinkie Pie wheezed a little. She wasn’t in any harm, but the party pony was tuckered out. In her field of vision, something else stood out. Another city far away.
It was Canterlot, and the few lights that shone from it were visible. The waterfalls that fell from its inner surroundings looked stunning, at least from Rarity’s distance. She couldn’t make it all out, but it was a beautiful city. She hadn’t really seen the mountainous city in the basking glow of the moonlight. She wasn’t a star gazer, or attended night-time activities in general.
“Hmm,” she mumbled, a thought quickly coming to her. It wasn’t a pretty thought.
“What’s... wrong?” Pinkie asked, checking out what Rarity was staring at.
“My client... she’s up there.”
Pinkie Pie rotated her view between Rarity and Canterlot a few times. “You mean the one you’re making that dress for?”
“Yeah,” Rarity said sternly, her look of happiness transpiring to a frown. “Wonder what she’s doing. Probably lounging out in her all-expensive one-of-a-kind suite.”
“Maybe you should give her a taste of her own medicine. Does she not know how hard you’ve been working?”
Rarity snorted in response. “Don’t be daft. I don’t think she cares how the dress is done, just that it’s done on time.”
Pinkie Pie lifted hoof up to her chin. It took her a few attempts because of the swaying. “Why don’t you ask her? Let’s send her a letter.”
Rarity’s eyes widened in shock. “A letter? No, no, I couldn’t possibly do that... could I?”
Pinkie Pie clapped her forelegs together, almost falling over in the process. “Well sure! We shouldn’t write it though, because then the wording will be baaaad!” She gasped when she came up with the brightest idea imaginable. “Why don’t we ask Twilight? Spike could send it by that fancy magicky thing that he does.”
The grin reappeared on Rarity. “Sounds good.”
“Then let’s go!” Pinkie Pie, in an ecstatic attitude, grabbed Rarity’s hoof with her own and zoomed her across Ponyville at a blinding speed. The unicorn was almost sick from the turbulence. It was jarring, the giant step in speed crossing her mind.
Pinkie Pie knocked on the library door with haste. She wanted to help out Rarity pronto.
Rarity on the other hand, almost had the contents of her stomach creeping up on her. Clearing her mind, she pushed it back down drudgingly. She didn’t want a spillage; much less spew everywhere, particularly by Twilight’s home.
A grumble came from the other side of the door as it swung open, revealing a purple alicorn. Twilight didn’t look happy at first, but it shifted a bit when she spotted the inquirers at her humble home. Her eyes had small, visible bags underneath them. She hadn’t been asleep, likely another late night up. She wouldn’t ever learn.
“Hey Twilight!” Pinkie said with excitement, glad to be seeing another friend.
Twilight raised an eyebrow, sniffing the air. “Hello Pinkie Pie. And Rarity.” She paused for a few seconds. “Have you been drinking?”
“Just a teensy-weensy bit,” Pinkie pleaded, putting on her best pouting face to plead innocence.
Twilight rolled her eyes before stepping aside. “Come on in then,” she said with little enthusiasm.
Pinkie Pie acted as predicted: she charged her way into the open library, almost falling over at the same time.
Rarity attempted her best at a walk that showed she was grateful for the open invitation, but came off more as a staggered limp. She gave Twilight a sheepish smile as she passed her. “We didn’t wake you did we?” she asked as she stood next to Pinkie Pie. The pink mare closed the distance between them, wrapping her hoof around Rarity. Rarity did not react, at least negatively.
“No...” Twilight quietly replied, closing the door with her magic. “But I was about to head off to bed. Do you know how late it is?”
“Of course!” Pinkie proclaimed. “We’ve had a girls night out! Of course it’s late!”
Twilight pursed a portion of her lip, giving Rarity a look that showed something along the lines of, “Is this true?”
Rarity nodded, giggling in the process. Pinkie Pie followed suit right afterwards.
“So... why are you here then?” Twilight asked. She had a gut feeling that it wasn’t pretty. Two of her friends coming to her house after a hefty night of drinking? She didn’t like it.
“We were wondering...” Rarity mumbled.
“If you could write a letter to Rarity’s client asking for an extension,” Pinkie finished off. Rarity gave her a curious look, like she was contemplating the request to what Pinkie Pie said. She simply shrugged it off afterwards, satisfied it was plentiful.
“Really?” Twilight wondered. “Why?”
“Because Rarity’s been under so much pressure and she could really do with an extension and please Twilight why won’t you send a letter so she doesn’t have to be so grumpy all the time and I want her to be happy,” Pinkie Pie replied all in one go. She gasped right afterwards.
Twilight blinked her eyes before sighing. “Fine.” She activated her horn. Magical auras surrounded a piece of parchment, along with a quill. They hovered in the air as she faced the pair. “So, what am I writing precisely?”
Rarity grinned. “How about—“
“You can take your dress and stick it up your backside,” Pinkie Pie interrupted. Her ‘assistance for words’ resulted in a bare silence. Rarity was actually thinking that was a legitimate sentence to send. It was down to earth and to the point. A simple message, but conveying so much.
“I don’t think so,” Twilight replied blankly. She shook her head and sighed. “So let me get the basis of this. You wish to write a letter requesting an extension for this dress, correct?”
Rarity nodded.
“Okay then,” Twilight said, already coming up with words in her mind. What was the best way to write something like that? She could complete the request and send the letter, but there was the case of two plastered mares in her house. If she offered her input and read it out aloud, they would likely just joke about it or rub it off. In the end, she’d be doing the letter by her lonesome anyway.
Coming to her final conclusion, Twilight said in a soothing manner, “How about I write it and get back to you when I receive a reply? Let me fill in the gaps and details. Would you mind?” She finished off her tempting offer with a beaming smile.
Rarity shrugged. She was fine with that. “Not at all. Just... don’t be too provocative, okay? This is a top client, and this can mean big things for business if she endorses my product.”
Twilight’s eye twitched slightly. She had heard about the situation from Rarity before back in her stressed out phase, always yelling at her. She left her alone like requested, but she didn’t know just how important this client was. It made her a little situation. Rarity’s line of work was on the line. She’d have to be as professional as possible. “Ok,” she replied with a whimper.
“Great! Let’s go!” Pinkie cheered, already on a move for the front door. Twilight opened it accordingly, the pink pony leaving the treehouse.
“Thank you Twilight,” Rarity chimed before trotting in an awkward manner, leaving Twilight to her troubles. She was grateful for the help, without a doubt. It was a bit of a load off her back. A potential extension for her work would assist enormously.
And to think, if she hadn’t even gone on the night out, she wouldn’t have bumped—or knocked—on Twilight’s door. Another point for Pinkie Pie in the mental tally. It was huge enough as it was, but another wouldn’t be in vain.
The duo reached the Boutique in record time. They didn’t charge their way through the town, but they were a little desperate to get out of the chilly air. Rarity was perfectly happy to accommodate Pinkie Pie for the night, though her spare room was her work room. But she didn’t mind sharing a bed...
The thought made her blush, even in the cold night air. She had sleepovers before, sharing bed at often intervals. But for some reason, sharing it with Pinkie Pie got to her. Pinkie Pie was beautiful and witty. She was a charming mare. She was lucky to know her.
But she felt like she wanted to get to know more. The more open-minded Pinkie. The Pinkie who would remain calm in any given situation, or would throw a party at the drop of a hat. It was attractive to her; much different than with any stallion. Pinkie Pie was a bright light in her time of clouded darkness. A candle to a flame.
A perfect mare in her integrity.
She wanted her... more than she let on or realised.
Arriving at the Boutique for the second time in the night, she mumbled some words. She had to concentrate—which was a little difficult given her current stature—hard to open the door. Grunting, she activated her magic. A blue aura formed around her horn, as well as the door lock. With the sound of a click, the door remained motionless. Pinkie Pie gave her a puzzled look.
Rarity felt a little recoil of a tiny headache from the magical conjuring. She had always been told that performing magic under the influence was a bad idea. Luckily, the spell she used for only a low level spell. And if that only gave her a tiny sketch of pain, she dreaded to think what higher level magic would end up costing. It didn’t sound pretty no matter how hard she thought about it.
Pinkie Pie nudged the door open with her hoof. It creaked open as the hinges squeaked. Pinkie skipped inside, Rarity following behind her.
Rarity sighed when she closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it with her magic again. It was only a short haze again, but if it meant security, it meant everything. At first glance around the foyer, nothing was out of place or broken. Her bag was still located on the worktop. Without a doubt, she marched over to it.
She looked inside the bag, spotting a huge amount of bits inside it. The letter she left hadn’t moved from its location, but it did have the word, “Ok,” underneath her writing. She presumed Sweetie Belle was in, as well as knowledgeable about the bit situation. Where was that filly anyway?
Pinkie Pie crept up behind Rarity, drawing her in for a one-sided hug. She wrapped her hooves around Rarity, the unicorn quick to accept it, and even embrace it. Her body shifted slightly at the warm hooves coiled around her. She leant her head down, planting a warm kiss on Pinkie’s hoof. There was no retraction or conversation from Pinkie’s part. She nuzzled into the hoof affectionately.
I... I want this...
She knew she did. There wasn’t a doubt. Alcohol flowed through her system, but she was keen on the fact. She knew she wanted Pinkie Pie, for at least tonight. She wanted her to stay.
“Pinkie,” she said after a few minutes of silence, “It’s more comfortable in my bedroom.”
Pinkie Pie didn’t need to be told twice. She removed her hooves from Rarity, taking a few steps towards the stairs. She stared at the unicorn with every inch of movement, taking in the lovely features of Rarity. She was a gem, just like her cutie mark presented.
Rarity’s bedroom was in sight. At the apex of the stairs, a door opened up. Both of the mares turned their attention to the young filly that walked through it. Rarity noticed from first look, that Sweetie Belle’s room was spotless. She had cleaned up sometime during her night out. The filly looked exhausted.
“Sweetie Belle!” she shouted full of excitement, partly because of what she had seen, and partly because of her current drunken phase.
Sweetie Belle went cold at her name call. She was afraid Rarity was going to have another go at her. She froze up, feeling tense. She gulped as her older sister walked over to her. She wore an obedient smile, but was it taunting her? Was it a sick ploy? She winced.
Rarity grabbed Sweetie Belle with her hooves, before bringing her in for a close hug. Her body touched and rubbed against her little sister’s as she felt the skin, and the fur, of Sweetie Belle. How could she have been so mean earlier? To lash out at her one and only sister? She had tremendous guilt, but she wasn’t the only one who required an apology. “Oh Sweetie, I’m so sorry,” she said.
Sweetie Belle blinked her eyes in response. She knew Rarity was drinking, so was the sudden affection only a result of that? She should have turned angry. She should have thrown Rarity away and stormed off. But she didn’t. She could smell the alcohol coming from Rarity, but she loved the hug she was being treated to. She knew it wasn’t the prime time to talk with Rarity. She broke apart from the hug, turning around and walking back into her room without a word. She shut the door slowly, not making a slamming noise.
“Did I... did that work?” Rarity asked herself. She tried to figure it out, but nothing came to her.
Pinkie Pie acted, placing her hoof on Rarity’s shoulder. She bit her lip with a certain grace. It looked like she was tempting Rarity with her looks alone, and the unicorn could see it. With a glimmer in her eyes, Pinkie Pie pulled Rarity with her towards the bedroom.
Rarity didn’t fight back. Entering her bedroom was a sight for her glorious eyes. Her giant bed was a calling to her.
She turned to Pinkie Pie. “Pinkie, I want to thank you again for tonight. I don’t know where I’d be right now if you hadn’t convinced me to go out with you.”
Pinkie Pie smiled brightly. But she wore something else in her eyes. Rarity couldn’t make it out, but it stood out.
“And... there’s something I want to say—mmph!”
Pinkie Pie cut Rarity off by leaning forward. She touched Rarity’s lips with her own.
Rarity initially stumbled a little backwards from the lip contact, but the first thought that flew through her was that she wanted it to happen. Her eyes lost control of their motor senses as they began to close, her lips putting more effort and energy into the passion she shared with Pinkie Pie. Pinkie’s lips were soft, wearing that same strawberry hint like the aroma she put on earlier. But it also tasted of alcohol and the many fruit varieties of cocktails she had earlier.
Pinkie Pie didn’t hold anything back. She let out what she thought into her kiss, pushing Rarity back with some force. Rarity fell back onto the bed, separating the pair temporarily. Pinkie Pie delved right back in, attacking Rarity’s lips with an onslaught of her own. She may have been drunk, but she wasn’t faking.
Rarity felt euphoric. The alcohol swam through her without trouble, its influence pushing her in the direction to kiss Pinkie Pie. Pinkie’s lips were so... succulent and sweet. Her hoof trailed around Pinkie Pie inadvertently, making itself welcome in the puffy cushion of the pink mane.
A sound was heard as something came out of the mane. The two mares halted putting any energy into the kiss, but they noticed the object. It was the purse that Pinkie kept in her mane. The party pony giggled while Rarity took care of it, picking it up and placing it on a bedside drawer.
They soon went back to their heated moment. Rarity felt her heart flutter as the fire rose within her. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. The kissing came out of left field for Pinkie’s part, but she had an inkling that she would have done the same thing given the chance. She wanted to kiss Pinkie Pie, and until now, she never knew how much she did.
Rarity used a brief moment to apply some force, switching their positions, putting her on top. Pinkie Pie didn’t fight it, rather enjoying their little make out session. A mare she was perfectly happy to kiss was the one she was kissing currently. A pony that made her happy.
A big thought came to Rarity. Pinkie Pie meant a lot to her. One of her best friends, but also a pony she could rely on, or always be happy with. Whenever Pinkie Pie was around, she carried a wave of happiness, disguised in the presence of an aura. She loved it when Pinkie was around, and she always brightened her mood no matter the situation. That was the kind of mare, or pony, she had waited for most of her life. Pinkie was the missing piece of the puzzle.
Pinkie Pie... was perfect. The perfect mare for her. She knew it in her heart.
Rarity broke apart from the kiss. She witnessed Pinkie Pie fluttering the cute eyelashes of hers, as well as her sapphires. This was it to her. No more holding back. She was certain of what she wanted.
“Pinkie,” she said softly. A small part of her that she quickly pushed to the back of her brain was telling her to bail and stop. She looked directly into Pinkie Pie’s eyes, and with the confidence she forced herself to push out, and with the integrity of her position, she asked, “Will you be my marefriend?”
Rarity’s eyelids shot wide open. A few blood vessels could be seen on her eyeballs. She hadn’t gotten a huge amount of sleep, given how late it was when she fell asleep. But she didn’t know when that was.
The last thing she remembered was kissing Pinkie Pie. Blurs of the night were coming to her, but her memory was a little foggy. It would likely clear up in time, but some events she flat out couldn’t remember.
She didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
When she attempted to move, she quickly came to the conclusion that it was the latter. Her body lacked the physical strength to budge, and her head stung with the slightest movement. She groaned from the pain burst, wiping her head with her hoof. There was no counteractive spell to rid the effects of a hangover.
She was alone in her bed, left to her suffering. She grumbled as she attempted to move around. She didn’t get very far, but she gave up, lying on it. She needed some time to do nothing.
She kissed Pinkie Pie. She was sure of that. She was also glad of it. She knew the alcohol taunted her mind and put her in situations she wouldn’t usually enter, but kissing Pinkie wasn’t bad. She remembered how much Pinkie had done for her, and what she meant to her.
The taste of Pinkie’s kiss still lingered in her mouth, the aftermath of their session residing in her gums. But where was the mare?
Rarity looked around. The purse had disappeared from the side, but no trace of Pinkie Pie was evident in her bedroom. She frowned at the apparent abandonment. Why didn’t Pinkie leave a message or stay? At least she still had her integrity, as well as an almost-splitting headache.
Rarity eased back into the comfortable haven that was her bed. She didn’t want to leave the confines of it. Give her an hour or two, and then she would be fine.
She closed her eyes, entering her void of meditation. She didn’t want to face the negatives of the hangover.
She didn’t count how long she was mentally counting stars, but her trail of thought lingered on a bit long. It was cut off when her bedroom door creaked open. Her eyes lazily opened up, her irises tracing towards the doorway.
There stood Pinkie Pie, balancing a large tray on her head. It wobbled a bit for its weight. She didn’t mind the spillage if any occurred. She was more focused on the mare holding it. Pinkie looked a little rotten, likely having similar effects from the alcohol, but she wore that graceful smile as usual.
“Good morning,” she said calmly after she saw Rarity awake. “I made breakfast.” Carefully, she tiptoed over towards the side of the bed. She took the tray in her hooves, lowering it so it rested on the bed.
Rarity let the aroma of the tea linger through her nostrils. It’s what she needed. The breakfast itself looked delicious just from looking at it. Pinkie Pie went to such extreme measures to make her comfortable.
But that’s only one of the reasons she loved her.
“Morning Pinkie,” Rarity replied in a raspy voice. “Good morning to you too.”
Pinkie Pie took her cue to slide into the bed. She cuddled up next to Rarity without hesitation. Rarity didn’t mind.
“Thank you for making breakfast.”
“I couldn’t not make you breakfast now, could I?”
Rarity took her own hoof and brushed it along Pinkie’s forehead. “How long have you been up?”
Pinkie Pie grinned. “A lot longer than you have sleepyhead.”
Rarity felt a blush coming over her. She likely slept in late. “Well thank you anyway. I appreciate it.”
“Of course!” Pinkie replied like it was a mandatory gesture. “I had to make breakfast for my marefriend didn’t I?”
Rarity froze up. “M-marefriend?” Her lips trembled a bit. “Pinkie... what happened last night? Specifically. What did I say?”
Pinkie Pie nudged Rarity a little. “Aww, you don’t remember? Well, we were going at it a lot. You were kissing me and I was kissing you and then all of a sudden you stopped. And then you asked out of nowhere if I would be your marefriend.”
Rarity’s first thought was “Oh Celestia, why?” But it was only a flash. The kissing she was alright with; she had already felt the remains of Pinkie’s mouth in hers. But asking for Pinkie to be her marefriend? She didn’t remember that, or strangely, anything afterwards. “I-I... did?” She whimpered.
Pinkie Pie giggled, before snuggling in closer to Rarity. “Yeah! And guess what I said!” She lifted herself up, planting a meaningful kiss on Rarity’s cheek. The unicorn flushed. “I take it you’re happy about this? I mean, we don’t have to be marefriends if you don’t want to...”
Rarity, in one fell swoop, and without thinking, turned and kissed Pinkie Pie on the lips. She heard Pinkie Pie gasp as their lips touched, but she pressed forward anyway. The feelings she felt the night before came crashing back to her. It didn’t last long, but she loved every second of it. She could get used to that.
“Does that answer your query?” she asked Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie gently nodded her head, her smile one of the biggest Rarity had ever seen.
“But...” Rarity trailed, thinking of another problem. “We didn’t, uh, do it, did we?” she asked, squinting her eyes.
Pinkie Pie was still for a few seconds, a little blush coming over her, before she chuckled. “Of course not. I wouldn’t pressure you into that straight away. And neither would you.”
Rarity sighed mentally. Not that it was bad or anything... given enough time and patience, she would be happy to oblige, but on the first night on their technical ‘hooking up’?
“Besides,” Pinkie continued, “You passed out as soon as you asked me if I wanted to be your marefriend.”
“Oh,” was all Rarity replied with. She sniggered a little at her own foolishness.
“Also,” Pinkie added. Rarity was curious. Pinkie had so many things to go through. “Twilight came by this morning with a letter.” She pulled out a letter from the tray. Rarity hadn’t noticed it. She presented it to Rarity. “It’s the response from your client.”
Rarity’s mouth fell agape. She didn’t know if she could read that! What if her client was scorning her and demanded even more from her? Would she be ruined? It was horrible to think about! The consequences could be dire!
...But then, the deed had already been done. It would only make her situation worse if she didn’t at least have a look of it. With a bit of regret, she took the letter and unfolded it. She mouthed the words as she skimmed it with her eyes.
There was a loud sigh of relief as well as a shout of, “Yes!” once Rarity finished reading it. In her slightly euphoric phase, she leaned in and planted a peck on Pinkie Pie’s lips. “Oh this is wonderful!” she shouted. “She’s giving me a four month extension!”
Pinkie Pie felt chuffed for Rarity. Her first thought was to through her a party. Would it go well together with a ‘Rarity-And-Pinkie-Are-Going-Out!’ party? That was two parties to organise now, but if she could condense them together...
Pinkie Pie read the letter. The client didn’t use any fancy words that she gathered from Rarity’s perspective that she would imagine would have been written. She also wrote that Rarity should have just asked for one in the first place if she was so stressed out.
Pinkie Pie smiled. Thanks to her, Rarity was out of her stupor. There was going to be no more vulgar behaviour from her, and in the end, she wound up with an amazing marefriend. And she couldn't have been more happy.
