Black Celebration

Babs Seed blew her pink bangs from her eyes and turned another corner. She wanted to scream, she had so much pent up energy inside of her. For once she wished that she could just be a pegasus. For fucks sake, Celestia could make people turn into alicorns, why couldn't she make Babs a pegasus for just one day? How much she envied her friend Scootaloo, who could blast through the clouds at a moments notice.

Celestia knew that Scootaloo was blasting through the clouds at that exact moment. Babs wished she could join her. Babs wished she could go to a party tonight.

But...not really. Babs didn't feel like drinking or smoking or screaming or kissing or doing anything crazy like that. She was frustrated enough that she could scream, yes, but she didn't want to howl like a timberwolf. All she wanted was to be wanted for once.

Babs thought, like she often did, and she observed as she always did. As the little almost-mare walked through Ponyville at night, she couldn't help but wish a million different wishes. She wondered where she was going to go in life. She'd earned her cutie mark, yes, but it could mean a million things. How was she to know?

She was especially talented with growing plants, she had an incredible green hoof. She was naturally drawn to farm life, but she knew it would bore her to pieces eventually. She wanted a life filled with action and excitement. What was she to do?

Babs had a secret. She always acted like Scootaloo's party-filly companion. She acted like she was just as perverted as the rest of her friends, and she tried to be fun.

But Babs seed wasn't interested in sex, or cider, or "finding" herself. Babs was interested in figuring out where she was going to go, and doing it rationally. If she fell in love along the way so what. If she had some fun along the way, that wouldn't hurt. But she didn't go out of her way looking for it.

Besides, fun always seemed to show up right in front of her.

And it did, at that exact moment. It wasn't too late, and the town's fancy jewelry store was still open. Babs chuckled, thinking to herself that she could really use a rush. A rush always seemed to clear her head. She put her hood up over her head, disguising her bright pink mane and making her look just like everypony else.

Babs entered the local jewelry store and browsed cheerfully. She didn't look suspicious, and her eyes never stared at one item for too long. Surrounding her were the town's richest and most romantic. She was the only young lady in the shop, and other ponies eyed her begrudgingly on occasion.

Babs rolled her eyes and made her way inconspicuously to a little corner of the store where nopony could catch her. They hadn't seemed to recognize her, and she'd put a lot of trouble into not being noticed or looked at for too long. She looked at the little pretty pieces around her, things that she would never wear.

She wanted them, so she took them.

Two pearl earrings and one diamond necklace later, and Babs quietly made her way out of the store. She had pocketed the expensive jewelry, and was walking away quietly.

"Well, if it isn't Babs Seed!" she heard a voice say, and turned to see a very familiar face. An ex-friend of hers, an enemy of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Diamond Tiara, the heiress of this shop, was standing in front of her in a lovely blue dress.

"Uh...hi?" Babs said, mumbling.

"What are you doing in here?" Diamond asked, not sounding very friendly.

"I'm just checking out the shop," Babs explained.

"It's awfully late, don't you think?" Diamond Tiara growled.

"Your point being?" Babs challenged, standing her ground instinctively. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes and turned around, strutting away proudly.

"You can't afford anything in here," she said over her shoulder, and Babs took a step back. It was true, but it still filled her with rage.

"Bitch," she said under her breath, storming away and seething. The world was such a nasty place, filled with nasty little ponies like Diamond Tiara. Sometimes she just had to question everything.