It is Saturday. You have over-due homework, and you think it is a waste of time on such a beautiful weekend morning - especially when the sun was only about to rise. Your alarm clock rung Seven A.M., and you climb out of your bed, looking for something small to eat for breakfast.
You take a muesli bar out of the cupboard, and chew on it, slowly. As you are about to settle down to your desk, you hear a tapping at the door, following with a rubbing noise. You choose to ignore it at first, telling yourself it was probably just the old cat from next door, purring and acting "cute" so you would give it some extra milk.
The noises continue, and soon, you get so fed up, you stomp towards the door, and open it wide. If it was that stupid kitty again, you would've strangled it (even though you would've done so ages ago, because you find it so terribly obnoxious.) But instead, you see a unicorn!
It is half-sized for a normal horse, and has big glistening blue eyes. Its mane is a brilliant purple, its coat a blinding snow-white, and it has three blue-ish diamons by its flank. Your eyes shoot open at once, as one word flits through your mind.
"R-Rarity?" you stammer, as you gaze upon the beautiful white unicorn. She stares into your trembling eyes, and after a whole two minutes of long, awkward and embarrasing silence, she mutters, "You have beautiful eyes, darling."
You chuckle nervously, still not able to move most of your muscles or bones. It is almost like your nervous system is frozen. Forcing yourself not to be rude, you smile, and decide to tag along, still not moving your hands or legs. "Thanks, you too," you stutter, a little awkwardly. "What are you d-doing out here?"
Rarity looks puzzled. "What do you mean, darling?" she asks, rubbing her forehead with a hoof. Suddenly, memories and flashbacks streamed through her mind. "Oh my stars! How could I have forgotten? Why, my friends and I were sent here by Discord - who came back! Please, darling, we need your help! We must find the others, and destroy Discord! Princess Celestia said they must be scattered around here...somewhere." Classical duckface.
"But we only just met!" you exclaim.
Rarity nods, and giggles, "Of course, darling. If it isn't too much trouble, my dear. Oh, and if you don't mind me asking, what is your name? How old are you?"
You laugh, and silence her with a hollow cough. You wonder why Rarity was talking so much - as you remember that talking and chatting was Pinkie Pie's job. You didn't know what to say, in such an awkward situation. "Oh..you can call me a "brony." Any more...um...questions?"
Rarity shakes her head obstinately. She trots up to you slowly, and places a hoof on your chest. "I know where you live..." she grunts, her voice fading into a soft evil whisper. You stare at her in surprise, as she becomes her normal rather peevish self.
"Oh my stars! Your dress, darling!" she squeals, and she glances at your attire, almost fainting.
You look confused, as you remark, "I'm not wearing a dress?" She grabs your hand, and leads you back to your own home. "Let me - Rarity - take care of that!"
You roll your eyes, and decide to play along. "It doesn't surprise you to be here?" you ask her, and she giggles, replying, "Of course not, darling. Why, we were lucky Discord didn't break apart my friends' and my friendship, like last time."
You are utterly amazed at once. "What do you mean? Are the others here too?" you ask, blinking your eyes rather stupidly.
Rarity nods slightly, and answers, straight-forwardly, "Yes, darling, but I have no idea where they are!"
"Maybe, I can help," you say.
"Oh, thank you thank you THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!" Rarity shrieks, as she forces you into a hug. "I knew you would, darling!"
A/N If you wish to search for the other ponies, immediately, read Chapter 1.5
If you wish to carry on with Rarity, and get used to having her around, keep on reading.
"Do you..want to come in?" you ask, biting your lower lip, and curling your fingers up in a fist, digging your fingernails deep inside your skin. Of course, you hope for the best and expect the worst. The answer you want to here suddenly comes straight out of Rarity's mouth. "Of course, darling. I will be delighted."
You don't ask anymore questions. If this is a dream, it is one you wanted never to end, and enjoy every minute of it. Also, you always somehow have "real" pony dreams on Saturday mornings anyway, possibly due to the new episodes coming in on Saturday afternoons. The conclusions are: If it is a dream, it is the best dream ever. If it was real, it is the best thing that had happened to you before.
You hop on your computer, and start typing in "Equestria Daily", as soon as you are in the house, safely with Rarity.
It wasn't long before Rarity steps in, and she notices what you are doing.
"What's that?" she asks, as she looks over your shoulder to see what you are doing on such a funny object, what WE call computers - or monitors. "Oh my stars! It's --"
Your heart skips a beat. She found out! She found out about the internet! And the creeper side of brony community. Hardly able to breathe, your tongue is tied by shock, surprise and horror. All you can mutter - is a simple, "Nuthin'."
Rarity isn't easily deceived. "Oh no, it isn't nothing, darling, I'm sure," she said. She peeks into the computer screen, and her eyes seem to be busy scanning it, until she lets out a scream. "Whahahaha! Oh my stars! Is that -- me?!" She points to a certain picture on the site you are browsing, and bursts into tears.
"Marshmallow?" she squeals. She faints in your arms for five minutes, allowing you to wrap your mind over all that has happened today. You still don't believe that you have your favourite pony in your arms, here to stay for good. Rarity wakes up all of a sudden, and she cries out, "Of all the worst possible things, this is THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING!"
You comfort her the best you can, stroking her mane as she wails bitterly in your arms. "It's not that, Rarity," you whisper to her, racking your brains for lame explanations that could stop her from going insane. "It's just a nickname. It's because you are sometimes seen biting your hoof - and you're white. Pinkie Pie's got a cotton candy tail too - it's just a meme."
"Marshmallow?" Rarity asks, her eyes wet with tears. "But I'm supposed to be beautiful, elegant, stylish! I'm --"
You interrupt her. "You are, Rarity," you explain, as you cuddle her once more. You feel the warmth of her body against yours, as you hug her, giving you a lovely feeling you cannot explain. But your body is not all that catches her warmth - but your heart, which is now a melted piece of ice cream. She stares up into you eyes, still half-indignant at what you said a minute ago. "But what about Pinkie Pie? Isn't she a marsh-mallow, after all she eats each day?"
"Oh, but she's Pinkie Pie," you say, as you stroke her mane gently once more. "She's random, crazy, and hyper-active. Don't worry, Rarity, you're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life, and I'm sure bronies all around the world agree." This is partially a lie, because everypony loves Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy or Pinkie Pie, and Rarity is possibly the least loved pony in My Little Pony. But you shrug it off, as Rarity shakes her head, once more, "Models, fashionistas and celebrities aren't supposed to be marsh-mallows!"
You can't help but smile at her, as she begins crying all over again. Your desk, and the mathematics exams on it are now drenched with her tears. But you don't mind it, because she is your favourite pony, and you would do anything to have your favourite pony by your side. She is silent for a while, before declaring, "I will now officially starve myself, darling. No - don't tell me it is bad for me. I simply cannot imagine having this marshmallow," (at this point, she stares down at her tummy) "In tight glamorous dresses! Why, I shall be a laughing stock!"
"No, don't do that," you cry out to her. You start feeling bad you told her such things. "You look perfect - you just don't know it! It's just a meme, Rarity! You can't take it seriously, or the creators will be cyber-bullying you," you explain. Rarity is silent still more. She appears to be deep in thought. "I suppose you are right, darling. But -- but --!"
"Don't get ideas," you remind her. You really think it's silly crying over something you aren't. "All ponies look like you, in fact, most ponies have a bulkier build than you do. They don't call Pinkie Pie a marshmallow - that's because she's not white. It's just your lovely white coat they talk about, you see. You look just right." You show her a picture of herself on the internet, and a wide smile finds itself on her face. She feels almost more positive about herself at once.
"It's already afternoon," you observe, looking at the clock, and then at the sky outside. The winds are howling, and blowing strongly against the trees, and dark clouds swirled around your cottage. It isn't a big deal - but it means that a storm was coming up.
Rarity nods, and says, "Come, darling. The others might need you this instant."
A/N If you change your mind, go to chapter 1.5
If you still object, (does not lead to end of story) carry on reading
"But -- " you argue, at the living room, as you reach out a hand and catches her, stopping her from running out the house. "I'm getting used to you here. Can't we at least - have some fun together? I mean, you're a pony. It's forever been my dream to meet one. And it's apparently come true. Please, Rarity...I'm sorry - but I can't let you go off to find your friends yet."
Rarity double-gasps, and turns to look at me. "Darling! You would rather spend time with one pony, then save the lives of others! How could you? Shame on you!" She shakes off my hand, and runs away, crying.
You look at her, as she recedes in the distance, further from home. "Rarity! I didn't mean --! C-Come back! I'm sorry, Rarity! Just, don't leave!"
It is too late. She runs off, not able to hear you in the howling wind.
You have succeeded in making Rarity cry. Go on to Chapter 1.6
You and Rarity are now in the city, searching high and low for tracks, or other clues left by the missing mane six. You can just imagine their fright, being sent off into a world which they know nothing about. The city people are loud, busy and noisy, and they give you no time to think and investigate clearly. You have to stuff Rarity in a back-pack, as you walk through the city, hands in pockets, and whistling innocently. Of course, it was rather difficult to act normal - to act unsuspiciously, and you could've Pinkie-Promised you've seen women clutch their handbags indifferently when you walk by.
Sometimes, you are fidgeting so badly, and so nervously, that you had to run off into a corner, and pretend to adjust your back-pack and such. When you finally got peace and quiet, you open your backpack a little, and whisper into the tiny hole you made, "I don't think this is working, Rarity."
Rarity snaps back, in a whisper. "Oh, but it must, darling! Don't worry, I'm sure we'll find them." She looks around, popping her head out of the backpack.
You push her down, almost furiously.
"Gently, please!" she whines, rather sadly. You hang your head, and whisper, "I'm sorry, Rarity. But we can't afford any more awkwardness, questions or embarrassments."
It nears evening, and you and Rarity are about to give up, when you hear a loud CRASH! It startles you at first, and causes you to jump suddenly. There are also squeaks coming from a dark alley, as well as soft sneezes.
You look at Rarity, and Rarity looks at you. She reminds you how dangerous dark alleys can be, but at the same time, encourages you to see what is going on.
If you choose to follow them, go to Chapter 1.7
If you choose NOT to follow, continue reading
"It can't be them, anyway," you say, shrugging off your worry. "It's probably some rats and a cat fight."
Rarity scowls at you. "Oh, but it IS worth a try, darling," she differs.
It is your turn to fix your stern glare upon her. "Rarity, I don't expect it to be anything," you argue. You are about to pack her up in the squeezy back-pack of yours.
Rarity double-gasps, and cries out, "How could you, darling! And you call yourself a brony! Hmmph!" She turns her back, and refuses to climb up in the over-sized back-pack.
"Don't worry, we can keep searching," you smile, careful not to hurt her feelings. It is a pity she is not as laid-back as you are, and you are starting to think that maybe you would've preferred Rainbow Dash instead.
Rarity is happy again, and so are you. Together, you continue searching for the other members of the mane six.
You are now in a huge Wal-Mart shop. There are shelves and aisles everywhere, as well as crowds of people. The lights are dim, and the place somehow feels...a little depressing. You do not expect to find anypony here,but to put it in Rarity's words, everything is worth a try.
You have halfway crossed the entire shop, when you feel, and hear a whizzing past your ear. You are slightly blown back. Picking yourself up, and making sure Rarity is okay, you look around, alarmed - and alert.
In front of you, there are tomato soup cans, loaves of fresh-baked bread, and other various objects on the floor. They all look as if they were knocked down by something.
You slowly move towards the aisle, and almost with instinct, you raise your hands up to catch what is flying near you. You stagger under the weight, as the flying object is flung towards the next shelf, causing more things to fall off their shelves. "Ugh...Get me outta here! I have to fly!"
There, you find Rainbow Dash!
Congratulations! You have found Rainbow Dash! Go to Chapter 2
Rarity is gone. You can hardly believe your bad luck, as you put on your coat, and hurry outside in the rain.
"Rarity!" You call out her name, as you continue searching for her. "Rarity! Look, I'm sorry, okay?" There is still no answer, except the roaring of thunder, and crashing flashes of lightning. The birds, squirrels, and deer are all hiding from the rain, and you are lonely, and alone. "Rarity!"
You sit by a rock, and start regretting your decision. Rarity was in your very arms - and now you lost her. She may be a little pendulant at times, and sometimes even bossy, but she will always be your beloved Rarity. There are slight tears in your eyes, even though you are careful not to let them fall and ruin your reputation.
You bite your lip, and curl your fingers into a ball, digging your fingernails into your palm. It hurt - but it didn't matter.
Suddenly, you hear a few wails, in between sobs. You gasp, and a thought hits you. It's Rarity! That's all you can think about, as you follow the cries, as fast as you can possibly run.
Rarity is there, lying on a large boulder named Tom. She covers her eyes with her hooves, and tears are pouring rapidly from them. Your heart is broken, as you cannot bear to see anypony cry. You almost collapse, as you cuddle her as if she is a teddy bear.
"Rarity, I'm s-sorry," you stutter. She looks at you in the eye, her eyes wet with tears. You almost melt once more, as you stare into her eyes. The sparkle in them..the beautiful crystal blue irises...the adorable expression...it is almost too much for you.
She stares at your eyes, and smiles, saying, "It's fine, darling." She forces you into a hug, and you feel like you are in heaven. You take off your coat, and wrap it around her, coming to the conclusion that she must be cold - and needs it more than you do. She smiles once more, as you both go home.
When you are both home, you let her bathe herself in your bathroom. After that is done, you and her both decide to start searching for the mane six.
GO TO CHAPTER 1.5 :D
