Rarity Talks to her Cat

Rarity finally came to the conclusion that her cat was gone, forever never to return. The overwhelming reality hung heavy upon her heart, but she carried out her duties with her usual diligence as perhaps the joys that she gets from her crafts and engaging in her art may help her to settle and accept this fact. But then there came a knock at the door to her shop. She went to the front door and opened it.

“Oh, hello Vinyl.” Rarity said, stepping aside to let in the unicorn who was always seen wearing purple shades. “I finished the dress a while ago, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

“Hey, thanks again Rarity. So where is it?”

“Right here.” Rarity said, pulling a tarp off of one of the mannequin. The mannequin displayed a most gorgeous outfit fitted with neon colors, bright tones, and a level of extravagance that in any other outfit would have seemed gaudy but was instead appealing to the eye.

“Whoa, wicked. I mean it Rarity, this is popping, I can practically feel the wubs! I love it! Alright, so what’s the damage?”

“A broken heart I believe, a heart that shall never be mended for so long as I am pained by the loss of my dearest Opal!” Rarity began to sob into the fabric, soaking it in her tears.

“Yo, I meant how much is it?”

Rarity then ceased her crying and hopped backwards from the outfit in shock. “Oh for the love of! It seems I exposed a stitch! Oh well.” And ripped the outfit to shreds in front of Vinyl. “I am sorry but I can not possibly let such an unprofessional outfit see the light of day.”

Vinyl’s glasses dropped and fell upon the floor, right next to her jaw. “Not cool dude. I waited half a year for that!”

“Well I suppose you won’t mind waiting another half year for perfection, correct?”

Vinyl picked back up her glasses, donned them, and burst outside in a rage gritting her teeth. The fury that built up inside her would later become channeled into one of the wubbiest and most incomprehensible tracks she would ever produce which would turn out to be a hit single in the pony pop world. Unfortunately it was immediately recalled when it was found out that, if played backwards, it could kill Greg Kinnear.

This brief chance with a patron was not the only form of social contact that Rarity had in her busy day. For in the bounds in her absolutely unfathomable depression, she was greeted at the door by one of her best friends and one of the kindest ponies known, who happened to tap on the door ever so gently letting Rarity know who it was before she had even opened the door.

“Ah, come in Fluttershy.” Said Rarity. “It is so wonderful to see you here today.”

The yellow pegasus walked into the shop on hooves that nary made a sound, despite the large package that she had laying upon her back. “Well I heard about what happened to Opal so I thought you could use a friend to keep you company. Plus, I came with a present!”

“Oh how wonderful, darling!” Rarity said, lifting the box off of Fluttershy’s back with her magic and examining it, in all it’s white wrapping and red bow glory. “What ever could it be?”

“Please, be gentle with him. I had a bit of a time trying to find someone who would be willing to take him in. Plus, I put in a few things that I thought you might like most of all.”

Rarity began to shake the box furiously up and down, causing a series of snaps and squishes to report from inside. “Hmm. . . Could this be some more fabric? I could always use extra supplies. Oh! I hope it’s another pair of shears, I’m missing mine since yesterday.”

Fluttershy’s face was left aghast and she nearly fainted at the sight of this. “Please, let him out!”

“Settle down, darling! I’ll open it at my leisure.” Rarity then undid the bow delicately and set it aside, she then carefully unwrapped the wrapping paper and set it underneath the bow. She opened the box, and raised an eyebrow as to the contents. “Oh, um, thank you Fluttershy. I appreciate the jewels and gems, they’re ever so hefty and well edged. But are you trying to send me a message with this, what I believe is, dead rat?”

Oddly enough Fluttershy totally passed out and fell on her back. So Rarity, being the dear friend that she is, dragged her outside and left her on the ground. Because nobody wants to be caught near a naked and unconscious Fluttershy. Afterwards she scooped out the gems and set them on a counter nearby and tossed the box into the trash and continued to pine her ever so lonely day away.

Later that day she returned home with her tail nearly drooping to the ground, never touching it mind you for a lady such as herself would never soil herself such as that. However, once there her day seemed to take a complete turn.

“Hey sis! Guess what?” Squeeked Sweetie Belle.

“What is it Sweetie? Can you not see that I am in such a terrible faunt for I never shall see my dear Opal ever again?”

“About that. Guess who showed up!”

Rarity was taken aback. “Truly? Could it be?” She swiftly galloped up the stairs and knocked aside the door to find out that, yes, there was Opal curled up on the bed! She rushed to her cat and lifted it up to her face. “Oh Opal! I shall never be so ill mannered to you ever again, could you ever forgive me?”

The cat stared at her for the longest time, mulling over the thoughts in its head, considering the endless possibilities and consequences for how it should respond. Finally, it answered “Meow.”

Rarity set forth an intense battery of smooches on her dear cat in celebration. Eventually she was stopped after the eleventy billionth kiss by Sweetie who was standing in the doorway with a disturbed expression. Rarity looked back from Sweetie to Opal, and then looked back at Sweetie before slowly putting Opal back on the bed.

“Say, Sweetie, how about I treat you to a milkshake?”

“Yes please! But what was”

“Away we go!” And Rarity picked up Sweetie and ran outside. They never spoke of this ever again. Ever.