Twerk... Twerk... Twerk...
I am asleep. I am having the most elegant dreams as well. Oh such beautiful dreams. Dreams of fame, prosperity, and fashion. In this dream, I feel invincible. I have thousands of beautiful works up for sale, just waiting to make me even wealthier. I am named, "The Greatest Fashion Designer in All of Equestria". I literally swim in money every day. I am happy every day in this dream. My face felt incredibly hot in this dream. It smells of eggs, and buttered toast in this dream. But why does my dream smell like eggs and buttered toast? Perhaps my butler was making something. It smells burnt though.
I slowly opened my eyes. It is completely black. My face is still warm as well. I move my face to the side and the blackness flops to the side like... burnt eggs? I got up from the bed in an instant to look at my surroundings. On the floor there are eggs, on my mouth there is toast in the form of an upside down smile, and by the side of my bed there is a little sister holding a tray with an empty plate on it.
"SWEEEETIE BEEEEEEEELLLEEEE!!!!!!"
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Twerk twerky twerking, Twerk twerky twerking, aaahh aaahh aaaahh aaahh...
(Twerk twerky twerking) I used to wonder what twerking could be (Twerk twerky twerking)
Until Filly Cyrus showed it to me
Stick your butt up,
pull it back,
pushing it forward,
repeat it again,
just keep going.
Don't use your feet!
Cuz twerking makes your life complete!
(Twerk twerky twerking)
Just know we should all twerk!
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I woke up and began my morning routine of brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, and taking a shower. I made some (Good) breakfast for Sweetie Belle and I. During our breakfast we had an argument over why we couldn't eat her breakfast. Obviously because eating burnt breakfast is just too uncouth. Plus it tastes terrible.
"It was only half burnt. We could have eaten it." Sweetie Belle complained.
"I don't care if it was burnt at all. I won't eat something burnt." I replied.
*BOK BOK BOK BOK BOK BOK* (Note: This is a knocking sound.)
"I'll get it!" Sweetie Belle proclaimed.
"No. I don't want you to burn anything else."
"How do I burn a door by opening it?"
"Just eat your breakfast."
I opened the door to reveal Rainbow Dash at my door.
"Rarity! Come on I gotta show ya somethin'!" Rainbow said eagerly.
"What is there to show?" I asked.
"I'll tell you on the way come on!"
So with little to say, and not much to do, we went on our way.
"So what is it you need to show me that requires me to leave in such a rush?" I asked.
"Have you ever heard of the mare, Filly Cyrus?"
"The singer? Yes."
"Have you heard of the thing she does?"
"You mean sing?"
"No! Twerk!"
"What is that?"
"That's what I'm going to show you."
"Where are we going?"
"Sugar Cube Corner. We're is going to twerk for you."
The conversation got us to Sugar Cube Corner in no time flat. Soon I was gazing upon the sweet shop in its amazing glory. Rainbow and I entered the doors and found our friends, Twilight, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie all doing this incredibly awkward movement. The only one not doing it was Fluttershy. Though I didn't get to see the complete movement, they stopped as soon as we came in.
"*GASP* RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY RARITY-!!!!"
"What is it Pinkie Pie!? What is it?"
"WATCH THIS!!!!"
Instantly Pinkie Pie put her rear legs on the wall and started to move her butt back and forth. It was one of the most vulgar things I have ever seen. So vulgar I couldn't keep it in my opinion for more than half a second.
"That is... Is that twerking?"
"Hay yeah! Isn't it cool Rarity?" Rainbow said.
"Oh, my... That is one of the most uncouth things I have ever seen."
"Rarity, you think everythin' is uncouth." Applejack commented.
"Yes but... Twilight, you are civilized, you understand how I see this as vulgar."
"No." Twilight replied.
"What...?"
"I think it's pretty neat. Check it out." Twilight, along with Pinkie, got her rear legs on a nearby wall and started twerking. "See, it's fun!"
"How is it fun? It's weird."
"I agree with Rarity." Fluttershy said, raising a hoof in the air.
"Thank you Fluttershy. At least somepony understands my concept. Anyway, if that is all you brought me here for, I think I'll go home. I'd rather not spend all day staring upon such... Uncouthness."
"Rarity, I don't think that's a word." Twilight said.
So everypony said their goodbye's and I went on my way. I began to be very disturbed on my way home. Every right and left I looked to, somepony was twerking on a flat, vertical surface. It looked like everypony was into twerking. No matter where I went I could not find a single place where somepony wasn't twerking.
The word circled in my mind. Twerk... Twerk... Twerk... Twerk... It followed me wherever I went. Their words penetrated through my skull. The only word I could hear. Twerk........
"GAAAAAA!!!!!!"
I ran for my home. I just kept on running. I couldn't stop because that word fueled me to keep going on, to get away from it. It was now driving me crazy. I couldn't take it any more.
I finally made it to the front of my house to find... No... Not Sweetie Belle too... Not her friends!
"Hi Rarity! Look look! I'm twerking!" Sweetie Belle proclaimed.
"NO!!!" I yelled to the sky, "WHY CELESTIA!! OH DEAR CELESTIA WHY!!!!"
"What's wrong Rarity?" Scootaloo asked.
"You ponies and your twerking! It's driving me insane!!! Come on Sweetie Belle! Were going inside! Goodbye Scoootaloo, Applebloom!"
I then grabbed Sweetie Belle with my magic and moved inside my home. I rested her on a chair and looked into her eyes.
"Who showed you that?!" I asked.
"Well, Filly Cyrus did it, and then it became famous, and then Pinkie Pie showed it to us-"
"Never do it again!" I got closer to her face as I said it.
"Why?"
"Be-"
Before I could say anything the front door slammed open. I turned my attention to the door. Standing at the opening were two fillies with a dark aura. The aura of twerking. I gave out a face of terror.
"Sweet-Sweetie Belle run..." I said, turning my attention back to her to find the same dark aura. "Eeep!"
The three fillies slowly creeped up to me as I backed away in the opposite direction. They were all gone now. Their souls taken by twerking. My sisters soul is gone as well. She isn't there anymore.
"What do you want with me!" I said, knocking into something and it crashing down into the floor.
"Twerk Rarity twerk. That's all we want." They said in creepy unison, "Just one little twerk. Please?"
"NEVER!!!"
I then screamed and ran off through my window and into the distance. I dashed past ponies that were setting off the same soulless aura the CMC were having. They all stared at me as I passed. They too were under the spell of twerking. Who is left then? Rainbow twerks, Twilight twerks, Pinkie twerks, Applejack twerks, Flutt... Fluttershy! Fluttershy doesn't twerk! I'll go to her!
So I rainbowdashed off to Fluttershy's house to see if there is any sanity there.
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I quickly walked up the stone tile up to Fluttershy's cottage, went in, and closed the door behind me. I rested my back on the door and breathed heavily. I had to dodge many big crowds of twerkers to get here. It was difficult because they were all out for non-twerkers like me.
I saw Fluttershy in front of me with her back turned and said, "Oh thank goodness you're ok Fluttershy! All of Ponyville have been turned into twerking zombies! You were the only one I could come to since you don't like twerking."
"What?" Fluttershy said robotically, "Why would I say I don't like twerking?" Then Fluttershy turned around to reveal the "zombie twerker" aura.
"No! Not you too!"
"Come my twerking animal friends, show Rarity the beauty of twerking!"
As soon as she said it, animals started to break through any possible entrance as well as zombie twerkers. They all came closer and closer to me. I pointlessly told them to stay back. I was helpless, hopeless, twerkless.
As all of the twerk zombies slowly came towards me, they all chanted, "Twerk... Twerk... Twerk... Twerk...". I saw and heard my friends chanting along with them. Well... this is the end... turned into a twerking zombie by your best friends. Goodbye normal world... Goodbye...
In one final act of pointlessness, I said, "NO!!!!!! HEEELLPP!!!! I'M TO BEAUTIFUL TO TWERK!!!!"
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I gasped as I awoke. I felt the soft cushions of my bed. The pillows, the mattress, and the blanket, all there. That's when I realized: I... was... dreaming? YES!! YES!!! TWERKING ISN'T REAL!!
"PINKIE PIE! TWERKING ISN'T REAL!!! TWER... Pinkie Pie why are you in my room?"
"Because twerking is real! That's what I came to show you!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Author's Note
Did you like my adjective: Rainbowdash: A verb that means to dash 20% faster than your maximum speed.
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