the scary door

The scary door
The invention of socks

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(The trivial role of comforters for feet made from cloth does not show much appeal, but how would it fair in a world without shoes. Today we speak of one Mare named Tail Cozy, and her exploits as the inventor of such fashionable leg vesture...)

“Cozy! Cozy!?” Hollered a white mare with a pink and purple mane, she walked down a well colored hallway searching for a certain someone. The halls are decked with ribbon and light decor. Her journey lead her to a dressing room; she opened it to find a pale blue mare with a long yet curled magenta mane asleep at the vanity mirror, the room was filled with clothing and exotic décor alike, the floor adorned with pedals and stems. The room was filled with sound from a stage right outside of the opposite door.

The white mare slammed a giant book down in front of the slumbering filly.
“Gyahhh!” suddenly the mare jolted out of the seat, she leaped to clinging to a chandelier; hanging there staring at her surprise visitor intently.
“Who dares disturb the all powerful wizard of-woah!” Cozy suddenly fell down with a loud thump. She hesitantly stood back up as the white mare stared daggers at her “you are late, the client wanted the corsages hours ago.”

The small horse blushed as she turned her attention to a black box in the corner “I'm afraid I had to improvise.”
The white mare rushed over and opened the black box, in it laid many tuxedo corsages, but instead of flowers they were bows. She turned her head back towards Cozy “where are the flowers!?”

“That bulimic 'Scarf and Barf' decided to feast on the flowers over some breakup.”
“You could not order some more?”
“Tis was only an hour ago, she is on stage now dancing for our guests” Cozy pointed through one of the doors revealing a stage in the distance.

As the Pink and blonde mare sung, a large rock came in out of nowhere knocking her out, ringing her head like a bell.

Back in the dressing room the white mare paced back and forth “I can't believe you fell asleep regardless of the job at hand, and you let her eat the flowers for the corsages. This happens way to often Cozy.” the white mare pointed menacingly at her “your fired!”
“But you can't fire me for some else’s actions.”
“She’s fired too.”
“But Sugarbelle called you fat-”
“She’s fired, Scarf is fired, and you're fired.”
“But you-”
“Fine I'm fired, Sugarbelle is fired, Scarf is fired, and...” her face became contort “I just fired myself.”

A week had passed, the pale blue mare pulled a very small cart into a town called Ponyville, she looked around to see it was busy she stopped in front of a building that could be none other than city hall. She had no idea where she was going to find an apartment in such a small town, funding was not a problem; it was finding a living space.

She searches through every paper she could find, but she was too tired to travel to another town, she sat on the steps of the city hall next to a pile of newspapers. Her mind was stuck on the idea of being mugged in a back alley by thugs while she sleeps.

Her Fame as a fashionista was brought to reality upon seeing a white unicorn mare rushing past her, her mane was blue and wavy. She suddenly made a 'B' line, Cozy and the white mare locked eyes for a moment.
“Have we met before?”
“Not in person, it's just... are you a model from Manehattan?”
“Yes... My name is Tail Cozy.”

A nearby stallion, red with a green mane, overheard the name and approached “Tail Cozy? Are you a pro? What are your rates-”
the stallion was interrupted by a hay maker from the white unicorn knocking him out, she paused for a moment before speaking again “My name is Rarity... what brings you to Ponyville?”
Cozy stood up from the steps “I was fired, somepony ate the Corsages.”

“Well I Can't let a filly just sleep in the streets; I have a spare room you can sleep in for a few days.”
Cozy let out a shy grin, she was a beautiful mare who never made it as a model, mainly because of the anxiety of have colts gawk at her pictures for arousal. She left the modeling career after posing in some of Rarities merchandise.

They left off toward a Boutique; it was white with a blue roof. They stopped in front of the door as Rarity spoke “welcome to my home, the Carousel boutique.”

In it were many mannequins and clothing supplies, rolls of fabric piled into a corner of the room. Cozy looked around to the sewing machines, and then to the desk smothered in papers. “This is nice” said Cozy before continuing onward.

Faint whirring noises attract the attention of a slumbering Rarity; Tentative to the cause of the sound, as she walked toward the boutique the noise grew louder as well as stamping noises. She peaked around the doorway, barely awake she realized Cozy was using the sewing machine.

Rarity walked up to her “what are you doing?”
Startled, Cozy turned to face Rarity “my hooves were cold so I am making sheaths to go with my nightgown... I call them socks.” she turned her attention back to her work before continuing to speak “I do not know why, but I figured I should just make up a word for them.”

Rarity was curious, two socks were completed, so she meekly grabbed one off of the sewing table, slowly she slid it on, it fit comfortably, she looked into a mirror, one of many on the walls, and then had an epiphany.

“Hey Cozy.”
“Yes Rarity?”
“Why haven’t you got this on patent? Billions would love to have pair or two.”
“You know what I never thought of that.”
“Then it's official! We start tomorrow.” Swiftly Rarity took off to bed, leaving Cozy to her devices.

(Over the course of two months the business boomed, socks were a nationwide phenomenon, they were worn with shoes, and worn for every occasion. The growing giant only had one factory however, owned by the designated sock designer Rarity who owned what is now the 'Carousel Company.')

It was a beautiful day on Cantorlot as a certain grayish blue pegasus with a magenta mane approached the throne with a present on her back.

“My dearest Princess, it is an honor to present you with this gift. Tis is but a humble token of friendship. May it warm your hearts and hooves this hearts warming eve.”
Carefully she laid the gift on the ground before the mighty god.

Slowly Celestia lifted the box; it was small and red, inside it were golden laced stockings.
Celestia looked into the box as she began to tear, she pulled out the socks.
“Tia has been presented with socks... Tia is free.”
Everyone on the room was taken aback “Wha?!”
Everyone in the room just stood in confusion as she slid them on “I was presented with socks. And now I am no longer cursed to live my life as a misunderstood princess who everyone thinks is a sexual deviant who is power mad.”

She got out of her throne and flew away “and now the sun is free to move on its own because I am no longer a goddess!”
she flew up to and hugged Cozy “oh thank you thank you!”

Former Princess Celestia halted in the center of the room “wait one moment...”
a loud thunderous rumble sounds out throughout the castle, everybody covered their noses as she flew away “you have no idea how long I have held that in. well I'm off to get laid!”
she was gone as quick as a flash.

Meanwhile back in Ponyville the purple unicorn princess Twilight sparkle is at her desk reading, she is interrupted when she notices four guards casually standing around her.
“Um... can I help you?”

One of the guards spoke up after a moment of uncomfortable silence “the princess Celestia retired and put you in charge."

The boutique was different, massive with many busy mares working on looms and sewing machines; on the highest floor was her office. Rarity sat at her desk; paper, cloth, and pencils, and empty energy drink cans and so on...

A faint knock is heard, it was Fluttershy here to place an order for socks, for they are so in season. The butter yellow mare was unable to get Rarities attention. She approached the white unicorn cautiously; Rarity muttered to herself while her hair stood on end.
”Umm... hello-”
“SOOOOOCKS!!” the white mare turned around with a manic expression, holding many failed sock prototypes, scaring the daylights out of Fluttershy.

Rarity calmed down upon seeing her scared yellow pegasai friend. Rarity placed the socks on the table before turning back to face Fluttershy.
“I am terribly sorry Fluttershy it's just this whole sock business had me running ragged, they want socks for everything... socks for wings, socks for horns, long socks, silk socks... I should not bother you with my problems it's just...”
Rarity sighed before staring distraught at the mess around her “if I have to make one more sock, I'll die.”

She gave a second glance to Fluttershy who became concerned “would you care to make me a hat then?”
“YES!” bellowed an exited Rarity as she turned to her table and began working...

Later on Fluttershy happily walked out of the office thinking to herself about how she defused the situation, but as she turned a corner Rainbow Dash flashed past her, and to her dismay she heard Rainbow Dash in an loud exited voice “Hey Rarity I need customized socks and lots of them!”

Her funeral was held seven days later...

(Looks like the supply and demand was to demanding for this white fashionista, my name is Pinkie Pie and this is the scary door... SEW you later.)