Don't Call Me Adorable!

Mom carried me down the stairs by my upper barrel, leaving my to hang like a kitten being carried by its momma cat. She set me down on the small stage downstairs. Rarity was awaiting me with a set of brushes. I nearly wet myself before I realized mom wasn't holding any of the brushes.

"Come on now dear, we need to get you ready for the party!" Rarity exclaimed, probably pretending I hadn't just tried to escape via her upstairs bathroom window. Funny how selectively dramatic she could be.

Rarity began to brush. It was okay. The skill was somewhere between Twilights's awesomeness and Mom's torture. Pleasant, but I wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon, or... you know what. Which is weird, because you'd figure the fashionista would be better at brushing her mane than a loner librarian. Then again, Twilight had probably read a book on gussying up before going on her first date with mom.

Wait, maybe, mom wasn't Twilight's first fillyfriend? I hadn't thought to ask. Would it be rude to ask now? Should I ask Twilight about it?... nah. Twilight's possible ex's are her business, not mine.

I realized Rarity wasn't brushing anymore. I realized that somepony had put a dress on my flank. I realized that pictures were being taken, and magicks were being made. I facehoofed.

Several Hours And 3 Dresses Later

I stumbled out of the shop a few bits richer and a few dignities poorer. Such is my lot in life. I ignore the dress, thankfully free of frills, on my flank and stride miserably down the street. I ignore the looks, I ignore the gawks, I ignore... the drooling?

I look up to discover mom's jaw wide open, and looking down the other side of the street. I turn that way and-

OHH HOO MY FANTASI! Twilight strode down the street like she owned it! She had a sharp crisp dress that hugged everything! She... she... WINGS DOWN! I physically shut my jaw. It was black, it was... I...

"Ohh hey, Winter, Scribble!" Twilight cried out from her location across the street. I heard a audible "clack," as mom shut her mouth and strode forward. I'm not sure where she found the confidence to do it, but she met Twilight in the middle and they kissed.

"Ready for the party?" Twilight asks a little breathlessly. Party? Now?! Nooo! I'm not ready! They couldn't, Twilight and mom were kissing again. Wings, I give up, do whatever you want.

My wings did exactly that, but I'm pretty sure no one noticed me while mom and Twilight snogged. My mom was pretty, and Twilight was gorgeous, all I had was a dress. My cuteness was off.

A murmur arose among the watchers, but instead of disgust, it was audible interest. Sort of the intense interest ponies probably gave those websites that I had never seen or heard of, at least, not that I'd tell you.

She totally goes to maresgonewild.com!

Sh-shut up Fantasi! You promised!

Mom and Twilight finally part lips, and there is a audible sigh of disappointment from the viewing crowd. Both mares turn redder than Prince Rudolf's nose, and several chuckles can be heard in response. it's adorable, cute, blegh, etc etc etc.

you forgot wing-boner sexy.

Shut up, Fantasi. Of course, mom and Twilight were now both staring at me, with my wide open wingboner, and slack jaw.

"Well this is awkward." Twilight admitted with a chuckle. Immediately me and Mom were glaring at her. She defensively raised up her forehooves. "just saying." Mom promptly smacked her upside the head, but the ice was broken as she had probably intended. My wings went down, and our small procession of three got moving again.

"So is the party ready already?" Mom asked softly, and Twilight nodded in quick answer. "But I was at Sugarcube Corner just yesterday, and I didn't see anything." Mom continued confused.

"You should see Pinkie set up a ball room sized party in under an hour, it's really something." Mom explained with a hearty giggle. I wonder if I would sound good with a giggle?... nah, too blegh.

Mom and Twilight both noticed the look on my face and started giggling. I ignored the two of them with a prompt and perfect roll of the eyes. Then it hit me.

ALL OF THE MANE 6 WOULD BE AT THIS PARTY! DERPY, PLATINUM, ohh wait... no, mom probably revoked their invitations after last night's incident. Still, MANE 6! OMFG, EEEEEEEE!

I geeked out like a good little filly at the thought of seeing all 6 mares of my limited edition Elements of Harmony Trading Card set in one building. Spike was a lucky little dragon to see this on a daily basis! OMG, I could get Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy to sign my Canterlot Changeling Conquest Roleplaying Deck, and Rarity Applejack and Pinkie too I guess, but RAINBOW DASH AND FLUTTERSHY EEEEE!

Wait, Rainbow Dash was becoming my aunt, she could sign ALL MY COLLECTIBLES! In a few years I'd be the  richest filly this side of ... of... EVERYTHING!

I stumbled as the bit signs orbited my head like little fairies of gold. Beautiful, shinning gold fairies that grant wishes to good little fillies with their little clinking clanging sounds! Those bits doubled when I remembered Rainbow Dash's dreams of becoming a Wonderbolt. I'd have a flankload of merch signed by the Element of Honesty, the first Alicorn Wonderbolt, and a PRINCESS! I-I...

I'd be RICH, FILTHY DIRTY RICH! Screw college, I could buy myself a small country! I'd have the most collectible collectibles ever to grace the face of Equiss! I...I... Twilight... HOOOOOOOOLLY BUCK! Wait, I could get a signature from mom after she and Twilight marry, I could a signature from... CELESTIA AND LUNA! I...I...

I was at the party.... buck.