Music for the Masses

Hidden inside Rarity's heart was a trigger. There were four words that could make her crumble into a heap of sad tears, four words that Rainbow Dash had mistakenly just said.

I want you now.

"Rarity, wait!" Rainbow Dash screamed as Rarity ran away from her home in tears. She carried nothing with her. There was a terrible windstorm and the sky was a dark gray color. The Ponyville weather team had told everyone to stay inside and let the wind run it's course. Rarity was not listening. Her mane, usually perfectly curled, whipped around with ferocity. Fighting the breezes, she ran down the block and past Rainbow Dash's sight.

Dash, bewildered, unfolded her wings and prepared for flight. Suddenly, she heard a small and feminine voice beside her.

"Rainbow Dash? Is everything okay?" Sweetie Belle asked, concerned, "I heard Rarity yelling."

"She'll be fine once I go get her!" Dash assured the crusader, and leapt into the air. She wasn't as fast as usual, the wind fighting her; in fact she hadn't made it halfway down the block when one of her weather team friends shouted to her. Dash stopped, and hovered.

"Rainbow Dash! Stop!" called Blossomforth -leader of the wind team- above the noise, "What are you doing?"

"I'm chasing someone down!" Dash shouted back.

"Is it a filly?" Blossomforth pointed a hoof urgently to the ground. Rainbow Dash gasped, seeing Sweetie Belle clinging to a lampost. The tiny filly had stepped out of the house and blew away in the breeze, and now her back hooves were kicking wildly as she tried desperately to keep her hold on the metal. Dash dove down and snagged the squirming foal, who hugged her immediately. Rainbow Dash ushered Sweetie Belle inside, telling her to please stay put, then flew after Rarity again.

"Thanks, Blossomforth!" Dash shouted as she passed the mare. Blossomforth smiled, but looked concerned.

It was too late to find Rarity. She was gone, and Rainbow Dash couldn't find a trace of her in town.

"What have I done?" Dash whispered to the wind, then thought she saw the words being carried away. When tears rolled from her eyes, they too flew away.

Rarity was no longer in town, and outside there was no wind. She surely did not look so elegant now, and her mane was likely hopelessly tangled. She looked back at the little town, her home, and decided she could not go back until she figured out who she was. Why did she have her cutie mark in the first place?

The sound of wheels approached her, and Rarity looked over to see a little caravan wheeling towards her, driven by an ox. It was painted beautifully, and had huge wooden wheels.

"Rarity?" asked a voice. Rarity's blue eyes met with purple ones and she was transported into a flashback.

"I want you now," said a stallion with purple eyes before impregnating Rarity, invading her. Rarity was desperate enough to accept this fate.

"Trixie?" Rarity asked, cautiously. The blue mare stopped her cart and revealed herself.

"The Great and Apologetic Trixie wonders if you need a ride!" Trixie declared, stepping out of the cart, "She also notices that you are not looking so good!"

"I'm not feeling well..." Rarity said. Trixie put out a hoof, beconing Rarity into her caravan.

"Come along then! The Great and Apologetic Trixie will care for you."

Rarity once more did something risky, and stepped inside. The caravan once more began to roll down the rocky road and Rarity had officially left home.