Miss Rarity

Enter Bumbleberry

He donned his helmet, elbow pads, glooves, and his very favorite cloak. Everything set, Bumbleberry got on his latest two-wheeled vehicular purchase and pressed his hoof off the ground. The vehicle started rolling forward. The construction seemed successful as he pedaled faster. Down the streets of Ponyville he traveled and was reveling in feeling of the wind in his mane.

It was at this exact moment, speeding down the road, that he realized he had forgotten to install one crucial element: the brakes. Suddenly he was flying through the town shopping square, traveling much too fast to attempt to drag his hooves to slow down. He swerved several times, nearly hitting a few ponies and upsetting a cart filled with fruit. He passed through the square traveling far too fast and crashed into the side of a building, cushioned slightly by a stiff shrub.

“Are you alright?” came the voice of the curious pony who was resident to this building. Her white fur and purple mane sparkled in the sun.

Bumbleberry slowly stood up where he was and shook off the stars that were swirling around his head.

“Oh my goodness!” She cried when she saw him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to crash into your store.”

“No, don’t worry about that! Let’s get you inside, quickly.”

Bumbleberry was confused but when he looked down at his leg he saw that it was badly gashed. He quickly followed her into the Carousel Boutique, carrying his vehicle with him.

“Thank you so much, Ms…?”

“Rarity” she said, as she started rummaging through her shelves.

“Thank you for your help. I’m Bumbleberry. I guess I lost control there.” He leaned his vehicle against the wall next to the door.

“It’s no trouble at all, Bumbleberry!” She found what she was looking for and came over. “I couldn’t let any self-respecting mare be caught outside in THAT outfit.” Using her magic, she simultaneously removed his cloak, helmet, pads, and glooves.

“I’m not a mare” he protested.

“...I see that now” she said, looking at his revealed body, blushing a bit. “Oh, and you have a gash too!” she exclaimed as she dropped his clothes. “Let me help you with that!” She ran off into another room and returned immediately with a little white box with a red cross on it. She took out a bandage and wrapped it around his leg.

“Thank you for your generosity, Miss Rarity.”

“Oh please, it’s just Rarity. And there’s no need to thank me. In fact, I have done you a great disservice by calling you a mare instead of a stallion. I’m usually good with that sort of thing.”

“It’s not a disservice. I’ve been mistaken like that ever since I was a little colt. Besides, l take it as a compliment. We are ruled over by a princess after all.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have been so presumptive. Please let me make it up to you?” She grinned pleadingly.

“Um, alright, but I don’t know what you could do, I don’t have anything…”

She held up his cloak. It had countless patches on it and was freshly torn in three places. “Perhaps I could make you a new one of these?”

“Oh, that? Well…”

“It’s very worn…” she said as she inspected it further “... it’s practically threadbare!”

“It’s kind of a good luck charm” he glanced around the room nervously  “I always wear it when I try out new inventions.”

“I can just…”

“There’s no need” he cut her off, grabbing it out of the air with his mouth and throwing it on his back. “I can just fix it up myself.”

“But…”

“No, really, it’s okay.” He looked around frantically. “Maybe I can just take this?” he indicated the garment she was holding earlier that she had dropped there.

“Um…”

“Please Miss Rarity?”

“Alright, but be a dear and let me see you in it first” she agreed. “I want to see if it fits” she added craftily.

“It’s a deal!” he exclaimed. He shook the cloak to the ground and picked up the garment and shook it out to get a look at it. He then went red with embarrassment.

“Go on, try it on!” Rarity pushed.

“But… it’s a dress!”

“That’s because I mistook you when you first came in here.”

“But… it’s a dress.”

“It’s not going to bite you. Besides, even stallions deserve to be beautiful.”

“But… it’s a dress!”

“I thought we had a deal” Rarity complained, turning away gracefully.

“Yes, I suppose we did. Thank you” he said shyly, turning red. Hastily he pulled the garment over his head.

Rarity levitated a sales bag from the counter and put all of his old clothes into it. She knotted the bag tightly and fitted it onto his back. “There, now off you go!”

“But...” Bumbleberry tried to protest as he looked towards the door to the outside.

Rarity pushed him towards the door with her forehead. “Go on, it’s getting late and I have to get back to work!” She opened the door and pushed him outside, and then wheeled his vehicle over to him.

“Uh…” He looked around nervously.

“You’ll be fine. You’re one of the prettiest mares I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Bumbleberry blushed. “Thank you, Miss Rarity.” That compliment was enough to encourage him to begin walking home.

“If you want me to fix your cloak, all you need do is ask!”

Bumbleberry began walking faster.

Rarity called out after him “See you again soon!”