A man in the land of technicolor mini-horses

Boutique. The french word for shop. A small shopping outlet that specializes in elite and fashionable items. Oh  I hate things like that. The people who own them, the people who shop in them, and the people who design what's sold in them all irritate me.

Now, there aren't that many types of people that I really hate. The only ones that I can think of are show-offs and followers. The whole mob mentality thing is what really pisses me off. Fashion is a really good example of that. One celebrity wears a dress and then everyone needs to have it. If a girl in a group doesn't wear a dress that doesn't match with the rest of them and she is shunned. A girl outside of a particular group wears something similar to them, and is ostracized. A man wearing red and blue is shot because of his resemblance to a rival gang. A type of shirt that has been around for years gets a horse logo stamped on it and do you know wha happens? The idiots wearing  the more expensive horse shirts insult the ones who wear the cheaper horseless shirts.

I've had to live around that for most of my life and you better believe that it annoyed the hell out of me. So, now that you know about how I feel about fashion, how do you think I reacted when I was confronted by a fashionista pony? Well, It went a little like this:

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Our little gang had just left the library, leaving the two lovebirds to clean up the mess. At first, I felt bad for a while, but then I remembered that Twilight was a know-it-all prick had magic, so I just smiled. I was a little miffed about not being to get something to eat when I was there, but two things came out of leaving early. One is that I didn't have to apologize to Spyro and two is that I don't have to stay around Robin Sparkles and Rainbow Dash. All in all, I was better off leaving.

After a few minutes of silence, or should I say a few minutes of Pinkie chattering, Fluttershy nodding, and me pretending to listen, I asked, "Pinkie, Where are we going?"

"To Rarity's place," she replied. "She's one of my bestest friends, and a tour of Ponyville wouldn't be complete without visiting the Carousel Boutique!"

The word "boutique" made my skin crawl. I didn't expect for there to ponies obsessed with clothing here. Hell, I didn't even expect for there to be clothes here! Last time I checked, ponies don't wear clothes. I looked over to Fluttershy and asked her about.

"Well," she started. "We don't always wear clothes, but we do for special occasions"

"The ponies in Canterlot wear suits and things all the time!" Pinkie added. Apparently, Canterlot was where all of the high class snobs more sophisticated ponies lived. Why this one lived here, I didn't know, nor did I care enough to ask.

Pinkie continued to talk about her friend, saying this like, "Fashion is her passion!" and, "Everypony wants a dress made by her!" Each word that came out of her mouth left a bitter taste in mine. I wanted to meet this mare less and less with every step. Fluttershy seemed to notice this.

"She's a very nice mare," she said. "One of he most generous ponies that I know."

"Really, now?" I asked. I found that hard to believe.

"Of course! She is the-"

"We're here!" Pinkie shouted. I looked up at the building in front of us. I have to say, the name fits it perfectly.

"Alright, let's get this done with," I sighed. I pushed open the door and the other two came in after me. A quick look around revealed that we were the only ponies in the room. I looked over to Pinkie Pie and asked, "Where is this friend of yours?"

As if on cue, a voice called out from a room upstairs. "Please, wait a moment!" A few seconds later, a white mare made her way down the staircase. "Welcome to the Carousel Boutique," she said, "Where everything is chic an magnifique."

"Jesus Christ," I muttered.

After she finished her little slogan, she looked over to us. 'Pinkie! Fluttershy! How nice to see you!" She gushed. Her gaze then focused on me. "And who might you be?"

"Midnight Sky," I answered.

"It' a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sky," she drawled. "I am Ra-"

I cut her off. "Rarity, I know."

"We're giving Midnight a tour of Ponyville!" Pinkie exclaimed.

Rarity raised an eyebrow. "So you're new here?" she asked.

"I would think that it would be obvious," I replied. She didn't seem to catch the venom in my voice.

"If that's the case, then I should give you something," she said. "As a welcoming present."

"That isn't necessary," I told her.

"Nonsense, dear! I insist."

Well I don't want you have! "No, I can't just take something from you."

"Don't be so stubborn! I wouldn't feel right if I let you leave empty-hoofed"

Bitch, what part of  no don't you understand? "I'm sorry, but just can-,"

My words were falling on deaf ears because she was already leading me away with her magic. I struggled against her, but she had an iron grip. I cast a pitiful look over two the other two. Pinkie had a large grin on her face and Fluttershy had a small smile on hers.

At that moment, I realized one thing; I was doomed.