RariDash Group Collab

Written by Zaphod

Ponyville had this charmingly rustic quality to it. It wasn’t a center of government like Canterlot, it didn’t boast the museums or night life of Fillydelphia, nor did it harbor the boisterous hustle and bustle of thriving Manehattan.

However, Ponyville was known for a few quirks and oddities that spiced up life in the town. One such quirk came as a multicolored blur bursting from the door of Carousel Boutique, beelining for the outskirts of town with high, yet likely futile, hopes of escape.

”Rainbow Dash, you get back here this instant!”

Every stallion, mare and foal in the immediate radius of the boutique simultaneously decided that, for the sake of their health, it was in their best interest to make themselves scarce for the next day or two.

“Honestly, that mare! Of all the things for her to get in my mane, it had to be watermelon!” I ran a hoof through the locks, now sticky with juice. Sometimes I wonder what possibly could have possessed me to date this mare, what with her dirty hooves and her lack of etiquette and her luscious coat and her … stunning mane …

I smiled despite myself, moving to the washroom to cleanse my coiffure. And what of her daredevil grin, or her carefree laugh?

I can’t leave out all those romantic walks down by the lake, or the time she “missed” our spa day only to show up later with roses and puppy dog eyes, claiming she got distracted during her training.

“Well,” I spoke aloud, filling the tub with warm water before climbing in. “I suppose I can forgive her this time. Accidents happen, after all.”

To my dismay, the juice was harder to scrub out than I anticipated. Seething, I growled, “But if she ever does this again, I’m going to feed Rainbow Dash a bouquet of poison joke. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”