A friend of mine is responsible for most of this story. I quite like what he's done, but please let us know what you think.
RARITY PLAYS DRESS UP
PROLOGUE
“So, lemme git this straight,” Applebloom stated. “We're gonna sneak into your sister's kitchen and use her oven WITHOUT asking?”
“Yeah,” Squeaked Sweetie Belle, “Rarity's busy making dresses in her workshop so she won't notice. This is our chance to finally get our cutie marks in... BAKING!”
“Sweetie, Belle, shh! Your sister will hear!” Cautioned Scootaloo.
“Oh yeah, sorry. Come on! Let's go!” The three fillies opened the door to the Carousel Boutique and started in. “The kitchen's this way.” The Boutique was alive with the sound of Rarity's sowing machine. “She'll never hear us with that thing running.” The fillies slowly crept into the kitchen and started the task of deciding what to bake.
“Let's make cupcakes.” Applebloom suggested.
“Nah, let's make brownies.” replied Scootaloo.
“Why don't we just make everything, that way we'll be sure to get our cutie marks?” Inquired Sweetie Belle.
“Yeah!” The two exclaimed in unison, and with that the three went to mixing, pouring, and above all, making a mess of the once pristine kitchen. After they had crammed six or so pans filled with various mixes and batters into the oven, they stopped to catch their breath.
“Woo! Baking's hard work. Just look at the the mess we've made!”
“Don't worry Applebloom, we'll clean it all up once everything's done baking.” Sweetie Belle assured.
“Ugh! How long is this gonna take?” Cried Scootaloo.
“Umm... a while I guess.”
The three let out a bit sigh. After a few more minutes of waiting, Scootaloo finally snapped; “I can't take this anymore! Let's go out and play until the deserts are finished bake.”
“Okay!” Said AppleBloom and Sweetie Belle, and so they went out to play. Little did they know that so much tragedy and horror could have been prevented, had they just stayed inside and waited until their treats were done baking instead of going outside to play and forgetting to come back and check on them.
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Rarity sighed, “Still so much to do,” She whispered to herself. She was behind on her work and had been making dresses since morning. The sun was just beginning to set and she hadn't eaten at all today. “Just a few more dresses, and I'll stop for the night.” She said. While she was finishing up her last dress for the night, her head popped up. “Is that smoke I smell?”
Somewhat annoyed and fearful, she got up and went to open the door to her workshop. “Sweetie Belle, what are you...” When she opened the door, she was flabbergasted. Her Boutique was on fire! Her eyes grew wide with fear and she coughed as smoke entered her lungs. She couldn't do anything except stand in her workshop's doorway because the flames were everywhere outside her door, trapping her. She could hear the bottles of expensive wine in her liquor cabinet bursting, sending alcohol droplets everywhere, further spreading the flames. Smoked piled into her room as she looked for some way out. There was none that she could see.
She let out a scream and then began to sob. “Oh, it's hopeless! I'm going to die here!” She thought hard, there had to be some way out .After a few moments, flames started to creep into her room. She galloped to the back of the room and pressed herself against the back wall. The way she saw it, she had two options. She could leap into the flames and try to get out, or she could stay here and die. She had to at least try to make it out. “Come on Rarity, you can do this!”
She gathered up her courage and charged for the door and lept into the flames. Pain seared her body and she let out an agonizing wail. Instinctively, she started to run around, looking for the front door to her house. The flames and smoke blinded her and the intense hurt all over her body distracted her. Finally, she saw the front door, ran towards it, and got out. Outside, she saw many ponies starring at her house in shock. She had made it out, but she still felt as though she was amongst the flames. Then she she looked at her fore legs and realized she was on fire.
The pain roared all over, getting increasingly painful with each passing second. Molten bits of her skin began to fall of of her once beautiful body. She cried out in pain and started to stumble over her own hooves. She fell over and her vision started to fade. The last thing she saw were ponies rushing towards her. She mouthed words, but she couldn't hear them over the ringing in her ears and the roar of the flames that consumed her. Then her mind started to fade as well, and she slipped into unconsciousness.
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Beep, beep. Rarity's eyes slowly flitted open and a plain white ceiling came into view. Beep.
"What's that awful noise?" Rarity complained aloud.
She turned her head to the side to see where the noise was coming from and winced in pain as she did so, her neck stiff and sore. She ognored the pain and turned her head. She stared at the object making the noise, which was an EKG displaying her heard rate.
"Where in the world did this come from...?"
And then it hit her. She remembered everything. The fire, the pain, the flaming skin falling off her body, all those memories came flooding back at once. Rarity let out a blood-curdling scream and shot up out of her neatly kept hospital bed. She screeched and flailed on the ground, her entire body aching all over.
Tears of confusion and hurt flowed from her eyes as she continued wailing at the top of her lings. Finally a nurse bolted into the room and rushed to her side.
"Shhh... There, there. Everything is alright, my dear," She murmured.
After the nurse had calmed Rarity down a little bit, she finally spike; "Where am I? What happened?"
The nurse looked at her for a moment and sighed, “You're at Ponyville Hospital. You were caught in a house fire and suffered third degree burns over your entire body. After you escaped, your house, you collapsed and fell into a coma. You've been asleep for a little more than a year now.”
Rarity sat quietly for awhile, taking in everything she'd just heard.
“Was anypony else hurt?” She asked.
“No,” Said the nurse.” You were the only one home at the time.”
Rarity sat for a minute before speaking; "I need to see what I look like."
Hesitantly, the nurse went to go get a mirror. She returned and with a small hand mirror clutched between her teeth and reluctantly handed it to Rarity. Rarity held it facing downwards as she gather up her inner will to look at herself.
"I'm not going to like what I see, am I?" She asked coldly.
The nurse just held her head downward and remained silent. Rarity carefully lifted the mirror in front of her face. She stared at her reflection for a few seconds, as if she thought that it wasn't real. She finally let out a gasp, and her eyes started to water. She stared at herself, crying and hoping that she could wake up from this terrible nightmare, but this was unfortunately not a dream. Her entire body was a darker, burnt color and her skin was lumpy and deformed in contrast to her smooth beautiful white coat that she used to have.
Her mane and tail had somewhat grew back, but they were a very dark shade of blue and they were very frizzy. Her blue eyes were the only thing she recognized in this ugly, new pony that shown in the mirror. Rarity couldn't take it anymore so she slung the mirror across the room and it shattered against the wall. She panicked and wailed at the top of her lungs. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and stood up, panning her head frantically as if looking for something very important. She soon fixed her vision on the only window in the room and began to charge for it.
The nurse leaped into her side, trying to stop her from jumping out the window and falling four floors to the hard ground. Rarity struggled to get back up and try again to jump out but the nurse held her down.
"I need help!" She yelled as she did her best to keep the pony down.
Soon two stallions in white scrubs burst into the room and rushed to the nurse's aid. One helped the nurse hold Rarity down while the others prepared a sedative. The stallion prepared the syringe while the other two nurses held her legs down. Rarity continued to scream and yell at the nurses; "Let me go! Unhand me you bastards!"
As the stallion stuck the syringe in her foreleg, her rys began to die down. "Let go... of ... me..." She murmured as she drifted into a long slumber.
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Rarity's eyes shot open and took in the view of a windowless, white room with hardly anything in it. She attempted to move her fore hooves but they were restrained in a straitjacket. She grunted as she tried to break free from the jacket's restraints, but she was stuck. She called out for somepony to help her and eventually a brown stallion with a fake smile unlocked the several locks on the door and entered.
"Ahh, I see you're awake miss Rarity," The stallion spoke softly.
"What happened? Why am I in a different room?" asked Rarity.
"Well, do to your little outburst and suicide attempt, you were sedated and moved to the psychiatric ward. This is where you will stay until we're sure you won't try to do that again."
Rarity sighed, dissatisfied at what she had done and at what this stallion was telling her.
"How long will it take?" She inquired.
"That all depends on how good you are. If you're good, and don't try anything like that again, I'd say you'll be out in just six weeks."
"Six weeks! That's-..." Rarity exclaimed but was cut off by the stallion.
"Oh Celestia, look at the time," He looked at his hoof watch, "I've got to go. A nurse will be here shortly to bring in your meal and check on you."
He exited the room and locked the door.
"Six weeks..." Rarity murmured to herself. "What am I supposed to do for six weeks."
Details for this story:
The title of the story is subject to change, but is staying as it is for now. A blog post will be made if the name changes.
Updates will be spaced unevenly, depending on when my friend can write, and when I can get the story from him and so on.
This is story is subject to change for sexual content, but this is doubtful. It will definitely contain gore though, either worse or just in a larger quantity than was in this chapter.
I am publishing this story for him because he does not have internet access. He has given me full permission to take credit, he only wants it read. You will not find this work of fiction anywhere else on the net. The idea is totally his.
Please keep all comments constructive and friendly. If you do not like the story, that is fine, but do not be rude.
