Equestria Fighter: Back Stories (Due For Revision)

by GenerousGhibli

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Anthro, Dark, Romance, Slice of Life
Length: 12295

A collection of short stories detailing the events that take place up until Equestria Fighter.

Spike and Rarity. Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash. Trixie Lulamoon. Lyra Heartstrings. Queen Celestia. Queen Luna. The Cutie Mark Crusaders. Roma Heart. The Sirens. The Monarchs. These are their tales. The stories of how they became who they are now. Their scars, their tears, their souvenirs. You will know of it all.

I'm not going to even bother with character tags. cuz, you know, I pretty much just told you who all is going to be in it. so yeah. A prequel to Equestria Fighter, in case you didn't get that. Rating may change later. It's probably going to get pretty messed up.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-03 01:16:23 UTC

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy(Revised)

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy

Back stories, Chapter 2: a Tale of Two Mares

Time Frame: 8 years, 5 months, 26 days until Day One

Pinkie Pie restlessly sat in her unusually comfortable seat on the train, heading back to Ponyville. She had been to visit her family on the rock farm, and had gotten into an argument with her father… again. For some reason, he was under the impression that Pinkie was sleeping around at her parties. Where in Celestia’s name had he even gotten the idea? “I mean… come on, who would ever want me in there bed?” she whispered to herself.

She gazed wistfully out of the window, willing herself to cheer back up so her mane would poof up a bit more. It wasn’t completely flat, but it wasn’t inflated. It was like a balloon that hadn’t been used for a long while, and had lost air. Her friends would definitely notice something was wrong. She was looking forward to seeing them again. Twilight, probably was busy with Princess-y things, as she so often was these days. She would still make time for her friends though. It had even run her ragged a few times. Pinkie chuckled at the thought. Rainbow… she would hoof bump with her upon her return and say something she thought sounded cool. Applejack, she’d say ‘Howdy there Pinks! Trip go well?’ She would, of course, lie and say it went fine. No need to worry her, right? Everypony needed to smile. Rarity would be anxious for the rare gems Maud had sent back with her, but she would restrain herself, as coming off desperate was unladylike. Fluttershy… might not even be there. After she became a full time veterinary assistant, she seemed unable to get any free time these days. Fluttershy would probably apologize a thousand times for missing her arrival. Pinkie would tell her just as many times that it was okay, she wasn’t upset. She understood being busy with work. Her full time job at Sugarcube Corner often kept her away from friends, too.

Fluttershy… Pinkie’s thoughts lingered heavily on the timid mare. Why? She wished she knew. She didn’t really consider her as more than a best friend. She wasn’t physically attracted to her. There had never really been a reason to think of her more than she did her other friends. Pinkie noticed that her silhouette of a reflection in the window had increased in size. Mane’s up, she thought happily to herself. Weird. Thinking of Fluttershy had made her happier than her other friends. She’d have to examine the matter later. The train was coming into the station.

They were all there, looked like… wait, she only counted four colors. And yellow wasn’t one of them. Oh well. She’d pop by the vet’s office later to see her.

As the train slowed to a stop, Pinkie stood up and stretched her legs, back and finally her neck. Apparently, staring wistfully out of a window made your neck hurt… a lot. With a loud crack, it finally eased up. Now Everypony was staring at her. “Sorry folks. Stiff neck. It happens, you know?” she said with a cheerful grin. Her explanation was met with mostly indifferent nods, and agreeing head-tilts. One stallion, however, trotted up and smiled at her. He was an earth pony, with a well groomed stache and tee, and a thick black and grey mane, which was pushed back in a way that made him look like he had stuck his head out of a window. He had a piebald coat, which Pinkie thought was kind of neat. One didn’t see that often anymore. His eyes though, those were what stood out. They were brilliant scarlet, framed by long lashes and deep sockets. Not sunken in, just deep. There were some slight bags under his eyes, but that was probably more from a lack of sleep than anything else. Cutie mark was a speech bubble with a heart in it. He was… pretty damn good looking.

“Glad I’m not the only one who’s got that problem. Stiff neck, I mean.” Oh Celestia, his voice. Deep, but still soft. It resonated throughout the train car. Funny, his teeth were kind of pointy.

“Yeah? Must be a pain to crack, with a neck that thick.”

“You have no idea. Like trying to bust a rock with your face. It just doesn’t work too well.” he said with a chuckle. He obviously didn’t know that Pinkie had attempted, and accomplished, such a feat. “Knees, on the other hoof…” he lifted a foreleg and a massive snap sounded throughout the car.

“Celestia that was loud! That’s gotta hurt!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Honestly? It doesn’t. Been going on my whole life.” he said with a chuckle. He turned to trot away, but stopped. “Say, need any help with your bags, ma’am?”

“Nah, I got it thanks though. Didn’t get your name. Don’t suppose I could?” she said, with a wink. What? Since when did she wink?

“Roma.”

“Name’s Pinkie Pie. But everypony calls me Pinkie Pie.” she said enthusiastically.

“Well, Miss Pie, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I‘ll probably never see you again.” he said with a smile and trotted off. Sure enough, she never saw that pony again.

“Well, enough talking to strangers, I gots friends to see!” she said, grabbing her small bag from under her seat.

As she trotted off the train, she was met with every greeting she had predicted. Several minutes of small talk, a few jokes thrown around, some bad, some good. Dash’s, just awful. But Pinkie laughed at them anyways.

“Oh! I almost forgot, Fluttershy is on her way. She had something to pick up at Sugarcube Corner.” Twilight said, smiling warmly.

“Oh that’s cool! I figured she was just busy with work and stuff. I’ll go ahead and meet her halfway. I’m actually a little anxious to get home. So sleepy.” she said and gave a fake yawn. Must’ve been pretty convincing, because they all smiled and agreed.

“You do seem less perky than usual. Go on home dear. You’ve had a long trip, and some rest will do you some good.” Rarity said calmly. She hadn’t even gotten the gems yet. Leave it to the element of generosity to be, well, generous.

“Here, before I go, Maud says ‘I hope you find a good use for them.’ and I’m sure you will!” she said, then trotted of towards her place of work. It took some time, with the way she more pranced than trotted, but that was okay. She may have been an over the top party pony, but sometimes, she did like to take her time.

Now was a good time to think about Fluttershy. Why had thinking of her made Pinkie so happy? Perhaps it was that she had missed the refreshing way she spoke so softly. Her other friends were so loud all the time. But then, so was Pinkie. But Fluttershy was different. She always spoke so softly, and that made Pinkie pay special attention to her. Even if the others didn’t notice it, she always did. She always saw everything around her. Maybe it was that kindness of hers. Pinkie liked it when ponies wer…

SLAM, right into Fluttershy. Pinkie wasn’t paying attention. Again. It was starting to bug her that she couldn‘t concentrate today… but it wasn’t like it was something she could really help. Maybe a dose of  Ritalin would mellow her… Wait, what ’s Ritalin?

“Woops, Sorry Flutters. Wasn’t paying attention.” she apologized, helping Fluttershy off the ground. She had a little square package in her mouth. “Cha got there?”

“It’s a special cupcake. I had it made this morning. Its um… for you.” she said, smiling in that adorable way that always made Pinkie imagine a little squee noise coming from it. She sat the package on the ground and scooted it over with her nose.

Pinkie quickly and precisely opened the little box, and stared at the little pastry. That was all she could do. It was frosted in chocolate, her favorite, and had ‘Welcome Home Pinkie’ scrawled across the top in pink icing. It didn’t matter what flavor it was. Fluttershy had taken the time to get her a cupcake. And that fact may have been sweeter than a dozen cupcakes. A few tears trickled down her muzzle, despite her monstrously broad grin.

“Pinkie! Oh what’s wrong? Did I get the wrong flavor?” The yellow mare whimpered, ducking her head.

“No it’s not that… I’m just really happy. Hey, are you free the rest of the day?” she asked, before leaning down to take a bite of the cupcake. Her eyes grew even wider. “Oh my gosh, you got my favorite kind!”

“I-I did? Oh, and yes, I am free. I wasn‘t sure which flavor you liked best… so I guessed” she replied with a sheepish little grin. So adorable.

“You surely diddy doo! Know what kind that is?”

“Um, chocolate?”

“Gift-from-a-friend flavored!” she exclaimed happily, bouncing twice. She stopped and looked down at her special cupcake. “You have half.”

“What? But… it’s for you… I thought it would make you happy.”

“It did. But sharing it with a bestest friend would make me even happier!” she said, smiling so wide her eyes were forced shut.

“Oh! Okay. But I just ate lunch… how about a third?”

“That’ll be fine. As long as I shared it, right?” Pinkie said. Wait, what was this feeling? She was beyond normal happiness levels, but she was so calm. She would normally be bouncing of the walls. And the ceiling, and the floor, and the doors. But mostly the walls. She vaguely noticed that Fluttershy had finished her part of the cupcake, and was trying to lick some frosting off her nose. She was failing miserably. Adorably, but miserably. Pinkie chuckled and ate the remainder of the pastry. “You want some help with that?”

She answered in the way that most would expect. “Oh yes please. I didn’t want to use my foreleg, it’ll get all sticky.” she said, blushing a bit.

“Oki doki loki. Hold still.” Pinkie leaned in and gently licked the tiny bit of frosting away. “There ya go! Since you’re free, you wanna come over?”

“Sure, I’d love to.” she said with a smile.

X<

Pinkie’s house was a mess, as always. But Fluttershy didn’t mind. She was happy to spend time with her bubbly friend. She still wasn’t sure why she had gotten her that cupcake. It just seemed like something she should do. She found herself thinking a lot about Pinkie. It was probably because they had been spending so much time together. Pinkie was unique among their friends, so energetic and outgoing. It was a wonder she was still single. Wait, what did that have to do with anything? Fluttershy pushed the thought away. But Pinkie’s enthusiasm was always refreshing. Rarity always wanted her to try on clothes, Rainbow was always practicing, Twilight only wanted to study. Applejack was fun to hang out with, but her language had gotten a bit crude in times recent. She usually toned it down around Fluttershy, but even then, she still had a pretty sour mouth.

All in all, Pinkie was her favorite to spend time with. Ponies had, however, been suggesting things about the two of them that made her a bit upset. Even Applejack had suggested it… but such was not the case. She and Pinkie were not a couple. But would that really be such a bad thing? Of course it would! It would be awkward. It would be fun. Ponies would make fun of them. But she would spend all her free time with Pinkie. The pros and cons seemed to balance each other out.

“Heeeey… Equestria to Flutters!”

“Hm? I’m sorry. I was lost in thought…” she said, hoping the pink mare wouldn’t pry. Of course, she was wrong.

“What about?” she asked, and trotted into the kitchen. Fluttershy followed.

“Do you remember what everypony had been saying about us for a while?” she said, lowering her head and blushing. Pinkie froze at the fridge. Only for a moment. But she froze, nonetheless.

“Yeeeaah, I remember. What about it?”

“It’s started again…” she muttered, backing up a bit. What if she got mad at her for mentioning it? Pinkie had been pretty mad at them before. Especially when they said it to her face…

“Oh.” was all she said.

“You aren’t mad? I thought you would be really upset… like last time.”

“I… I don’t know. Honestly, after what dad said, being called a lesbian is like saying my mane is tacky. It just doesn’t bug me. I feel like it should, but it doesn‘t.” she explained, putting the ingredients for a daisy sandwich on the table,

“What did your dad say?” she asked hesitantly. It must have been pretty bad… the Pie family used to be really close.

“He said I was… sleeping around at my parties.” she said, gritting her teeth and pining her ears back.

“That’s awful! Why would he even think that?”

“I don’t even know! I… Fluttershy, do I ever come off as loose? I know I don‘t take too much seriously, and I tend to be a little nice but…” she said, and just stared at the ground. Her mane was starting to fall, too.

“No!” pinkie cringed. “Pinkamena Diane Pie, you look at me, and you listen. You are not a.. a whore. You’re a wholesome mare, more than some I know. Your dad, he’s probably just worried about his pretty little filly. I’ve met him remember? He was terrible at showing his feelings. Maybe he just couldn’t communicate that-”

“NO, Fluttershy, that’s not what happened. He wasn’t awkward about it, he was straightforward, like he really thought I was doing that. For Celestia’s sake, I’m still a virgin! He’s just uuugh! I can’t stand him! If it weren’t for mom and my sisters, I wouldn’t ever go back there!” she screamed, each sentence punctuated by a vicious hoof stomp.

“Pinkie… look at me. So your dad’s a meanie. Don’t let it get to you. I know you’re a good mare. Everypony else knows it too.”

“Apparently not! Not if what you said was true…” she shouted, then turned to the timid mare. Her eyes were pouring, and her mouth trembled. “Why do they keep saying those mean things… Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy had stepped up next to her friend and nuzzled her soft cheek. “They weren’t saying bad things… they said stuff like ‘hope your mare friend gets home soon,’ or ‘you doing okay without your mare?’ They were actually being nice and looking out for us.” she told the distraught mare, who then collapsed to the floor. She broke into ragged sobs and buried her face under her hooves. Fluttershy knelt down and stroked her best friends mane. Pinkie needed  this.

It was some time before she finished crying, so long that it had gotten dark outside. They had gotten to her house at noon.

“Fluttershy?”

“Yes?”

“Why do you hang out with me?” the question made her stop and stare. Why wouldn’t she? They were best friends. But she had abandoned things for far smaller reasons before. She briefly remembered breaking up with a colt because he had tried to kiss her. He had apologized, and was very sweet, but it had happened. And Fluttershy had really liked him. Hay, they’d probably be married now if she’d stayed with him.

“Because I love you.” the words slipped out without her willing them to. She started to act like her usual self and try to take it back, but it just… wouldn‘t take. The four word phrase hung in the air like a piñata. She found she didn’t want to take it back. Those words were true, in every absolute sense of the word. As more than best friends, as more than a sister… as more than a mare friend.

“Like… Love me how?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. Her voice was still a bit shaky. Make or break time.

“Pinkie Pie promise you won’t be mad?” she nodded, and went through the motions of said pact. “I love you like this.”

X<

Pinkie’s eyes grew wide as Fluttershy leaned in and planted her lips firmly, yet delicately, against her own. The kiss didn’t last long. A few seconds, at most. But it felt like forever. And it wasn’t a hard kiss, it was gentle. But while it was gentle it was passionate. There was no tounge, no all falling over each other, no hooves going where they shouldn’t… they just kissed. When they separated, she was left with her jaw dropped and her eyes wide. That was… a LOT of love. So she had felt like this too?

A broad grin crossed her mouth, and her mane practically exploded into its normal state. “Say, Flutters.”

“Yes?”

“Let’s make that rumor true.”

“Which one?” she said, giving what she no doubt thought was a coy smile. It just came across as adorable.

“The one where it’s just you and me against the world.” she said, and scooted over to nuzzle the yellow mare.

“I’d like that. You promise to be good to me?”

“ALWAYS. Sooo… we a thing?”

“We’re a thing, yes.” she said with a giggle. She nearly fell over when her new mare friend tackled her in a crushing hug.

“Imma call you Shy from now on, kay?”

“Why?”

“Cuz I need something special to call you. Something only the pony who loves you the most can ever call you.” she explained.

“I like that idea. You know, Pinkie, you’re dad isn’t gonna like this.”

“Whatever, Shy, he can shove it up his plot.” she said, nuzzling Fluttershy, yet again. “I’m more worried about the BIG problems in the future. Like, why don’t we go get dinner. Cuz I’m starving.”

“That does sound nice.”

X<

Three years later

Fluttershy and Pinkie were returning from a trip to Cloudsdale, with the aid of Twilight’s cloud walker spell, after visiting Fluttershy’s parents. They hadn’t been quite as judgmental as the Pies had been. To Pinkie’s surprise, her father accepted their relationship. Disapproved, but accepted. Same with her mother. Her three sisters were beyond happy for her. Everypony in Ponyville was happy for them. But what was most important, was that they were happy.

They had been visiting Cloudsdale because Fluttershy’s parents were determined to meet their daughter’s lover, even if they had to come to Ponyville to do so. Fluttershy had mentioned this, and they had asked Twilight for her help.

“Your parent’s were awesome! They were sooo nice! And open minded. That’s always good. I notice you take after your dad.  It’s funny to see a stallion with that pink mane. And your mom was sooo pretty. Not as pretty as you, but a close second. Their house was nice too. I like the whole column theme.”

“Pinkie, love, you can just say that you liked them.” she said with a smile, as their balloon touched down in the Ponyville square. Fluttershy loved her mare friend’s rambling. Somehow it never got old. Especially if she listened, which she normally did.

“Yeah I guess so, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey Shy.” she said, falling a bit behind. She didn’t want to get smack with a wing, of course.

“Yes, dear?”

“Let’s get married.” Woosh. There thy go! Sticking straight out like blades. She shad stopped walking, too. Pinkie briefly wondered if it was the right move, saying it so out right.

“What?”

“You and me. Knot tying. Big ceremony. Like Spike And Rarity had. Except, no gems at the reception banquet. Cuz you know we do-”

“You… you mean it?” she said, turning her head slightly. Her voice sounded quivery… oh no.

“I probably should’ve… planned this a bit better…”

“No. I mean, yes. I mean, no, you didn’t need to plan it. And yes, let’s get married.” she said, turning all the way around. There were tears streaming down her face, and a squiggly smile on her lips. “Let’s do it! Let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

It took Pinkie a moment to actually register what her dear Shy had said. For a while there was an awkward silence in the town square, and everypony was staring at them. And then it clicked.

“Alright! SHE SAID YES!!! You said yes! Oh my gosh oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I’m getting married!” she stopped for a moment. “We have to tell the others. Like, right now.”

“I think I have a better idea. Let’s go home and rest a bit. Then we can get them all to come over for a nice dinner.”

“Good idea! Let’s go, fiancé o’ mine! To the cottage!”

“A-away?” she asked, grinning.

“Indeed! AWAY!” Pinkie hollered, and they galloped away at full tilt.

X<

The cottage was small. The perfect size for the young couple. Pinkie had moved in a year after they started dating, and had sold her own house. Most of her things were in a shed out back. The shed also served as her workshop, where she was developing her line of commercial party cannons. They were coming along well too. They weren’t as powerful as the original, but were just as effective.

The inside of the cottage was cozy, with moderate furnishings, and a nice mellow atmosphere. There were a few birdhouses inside, as opposed to the many outside. Most days, in the later hours, one could find Fluttershy sitting on the couch, whilst her partner cooked or cleaned, or she may be outside, helping animals, or watching Pinkie Pie build her cannons. Her adept hooves seemed to easily manipulate the tools needed, and Fluttershy loved when Pinkie got focused on a task. Some days, they went out for dinner, and came back in the late hours of night. It was a lovely little life they had.

Today, however, was not like most days. It has been three weeks since Pinkie’s… can you even call it a proposal? Regardless, today, Pinkie Pie was being fitted her wedding attire, with the aid of Apple Bloom, who was now putting her skills to use crafting Pinkie’s suit.

“Darn it Pinkie, stop moving!”

“I’m sorry AB, it’s hard to sit still when I’m this excited…” she said, and forced her body to remain still.

“Good. Ya’ll were gonna wind up getting blood on yer suit cuz yah got poked. Now Ah’m almost done with this leg. So, why not wear a normal suit?”

“Because Fluttershy wanted a traditional Neighjing wedding, and I’ll make my bride happy no matter what. I can’t wait to see her in that dress. She’ll be amazing…” a simple smile crossed Pinkie’s lips, not broad or excited, but happy.

“Ah bet she will. And you will be too, if Ah’ve got any say in the matter. Which Ah do.”

“Thank you Apple Bloom. This just means so much… to both of us.” she let a small sniffle escape her. Pinkie wasn’t normally the type to get emotional over things, but this was different. This was a big deal. Even her parents were coming to town. They would meet Fluttershy’s folks. Probably wouldn’t get along to well. But they would be friendly.

It was going to be a magical day. Not with like, actual magic, but in the figurative sense.

X<

“Fluttershy dear, how come you never told us you were a Ponyental? How delightfully exotic.” Rarity said as she finished the final touches on the bride’s gown.

“Oh, I guess it just, uh, never really came up…” she said, holding absolutely still.

“I’m almost certain I have this right… what do you think Miss… I’m so sorry, I’m afraid I’ll mispronounce your name.”

“Hóngbaoshí. In you language, it mean ruby. You do good job, Rarity. Perfect dress for perfect granddaughter.” a elderly red and pink mare said from the corner. She had traveled all the way from her home city of Neighjing, thousands of miles to the east, just for her granddaughters wedding.

“Miss Hóngbaoshí, yes. Hóng-ba-o-shi. There we go. That’s not so hard. It certainly means a lot to hear you say that. I’ve never made a dress like this before. I was terribly worried I would get it wrong.” she explained, wiping a bit of sweat off her brow.

“Grandma, you don’t know how much it means that you sailed all the way here for the wedding. Thank you, so much.”

“Oh, anything for you, granddaughter. It worth it to see lovely smile. I still think it strange to marry two mares, but it make you happy, so I accept decision.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Now, when my good-for-nothing son-in-law get here with my wonderful daughter?”

“We just arrived, Hóngbaoshí. It’s good to see you.”

“And good to see you too, Windwake. What take you so long?” she scolded, whilst they bowed to one another. Rarity had attempted the same upon meeting Hóngbaoshí, it had been very awkward when she stumbled and fell on her face. But the old mare had just chuckled. Thanked Rarity for trying to make her feel welcome.

“Had a bit of extra weather work to rake care of, that’s all.” he said, scratching his chin with his hoof. Looks like he had trimmed that ghastly beard into a Fu Manchu.

“Hello mother. I’ve missed you.” Fluttershy’s mother, Jade entered the boutique, and bowed to Hóngbaoshí.

“It so good to see you too, daughter. Why you no come visit me in Neighjing? I too old to travel very much.” she said, and nuzzled Jade affectionately.

“Well, you arrived just in time. I’ve just finished Fluttershy’s dress. What do you think?”

“It’s wonderful! I can’t wait to see it going down the aisle!” she said, pulling a hoof up to cover her smile.

“Well, you won’t have to wait too long, mom.” she said, a single tear running down her cheek. “It’s in three days, after all.”

X<

Those three days passed quickly, too. It felt like a few hours to the couple, and that was okay. Pinkie stood at the alter in her Neighjing suit, and waited anxiously for her bride. Her collar itched and she wanted to desperately rip from her chest, but she remained still. The door opened at the end of the aisle and in strode a yellow mare in a vibrant red cheongsam, its tail dragging gently across the floor behind her. Her hair was fixed in a traditional up-do, and her face had only slight makeup, enough to accent her features, and no more. That was good, too, because Fluttershy looked odd in heavy makeup. She looked at Shy’s family, to see Hóngbaoshí and Jade softly crying into their sleeves, while her friends did the same beside them, only they were much less discreet about it. Pinkie’s own family simply smiled at her. Even her father seemed happy to be there.

Shy reached the alter, and smiled broadly for Pinkie.

Princess Twilight, who resided over the ceremony, spoke up now. “The Brides have each written their own vows. First, Pinkie will present her vow.”

“Fluttershy, my dear Shy, four years ago, I never would’ve imagined this happening. Falling in love with my best friend was never in my plans, and I’ve never been so happy to have my plans go askew. Once, in a fit of curiosity, I asked you what the technical name for your coat was. You said it was grayish yellow, and that there was no term for it. But I’ve come to realize that you aren’t yellow. I see you for what you are, the most precious and purest, gold, the rarest thing on the planet. I can count myself as the luckiest mare in the world to have you in my life, and I know that my life would be utterly miserable without you in it now. I promise to do everything in my power, every day, to make you happy, to make you feel special. Beyond that, I promise to love and cherish you until the day I die.” she said, reciting the entire vow from memory. It had been a bit hard too finish saying, because her throat was trying to seize up. Her bride was nearly in tears.

“Now, Fluttershy will present her own vow.”

“Pinkamena Diane Pie, like you, I had never imagined this day in my life, but then again, I’ve never been hat imaginative, now have I? I promise, that I will be a wonderful wife, I will love you, cherish you, and honor your name until the day I die. I have never been happier than I am in this moment, not even when I earned my cutie mark. And I doubt that this joy will fade as long as we are together. And if I have any say in the matter, that will be forever, until the end of time.” she said, barely managing to hold back her tears.

With a sniffle, Twilight gave them each their rings, to be worn on necklaces, that were bound magically to their necks. So sure they were of their love, they had asked for enchanted necklaces that could never be removed. As they put them on one another, neither could stop their smile from amplifying. “You - ahuah, may kiss the brides!” she said through a happy sob.

Oh and did they kiss. They kissed long and hard, and when they parted, their breathing was heavy. They slowly turned and proceeded down the aisle to their waiting carriage, as all the gathered ponies cheered in joy for the newlyweds, throwing rice and rose petals over their heads.

As the carriage was pulled away, a Fluttershy leaned out the window with a bazooka-esque device, and fired it into the air over the guests, and down floated the bridal bouquet. It fell right onto the back of Pinkie’s sister, Maud Pie, who looked at it and shrugged and said, “Married. That’ll happen.” All the same, she took the bouquet and held it to her muzzle. It smelled nice, like lilies, even thought they were artificial.

“See, I told you my cannon would work on the bouquet!” Pinkie exclaimed as she disassembled the device and put it into a metal case.

“Okay, you were right. I’m just surprised it didn’t rip it to shreds.” Fluttershy replied from across the carriage. “Um… Pinkie…”

“Yeah?”

“I got silk sheets for tonight.” she said, smiling coyly from across the carriage.

For once, it was the party pony’s face that turned beet red. She hadn’t even thought about their wedding  bed… and the fun that would entail. “Oh.”

X<

The two mares lived happily with one another for the rest of their lives, their love never failing to keep them together, and each mare affection strengthening the other’s heart. Even through their traumatic adventures in another dimension, they stayed true, and never faltered in their devotion to one another.

But those adventures are another story, for another time.

Trixie Lulamoon

Back Stories chapter 3: The Wounded Pride of A former Showmare

Time frame: 13 years, 4 months, 15 days, until Day One

Detrot. A filthy, rotten, cesspool of crime, prostitution, and death. The city was, in every non-literal sense of the word, sick. If one wandered down a back alley, there  were a likelihood of three things happening: first, you would be killed. Second, you would see somepony being killed. Third, you would see somepony that had already been killed. Bodies in dumpsters were fairly common, so much so that most owners of said dumpster just piled trash on top of the corpses. It was never really worth summoning the police. Ponies died, and everypony was somehow okay with that.

The homeless, that was another thing wrong with Detrot. Cardboard houses crowded a fair portion of Easy Street. The irony was never lost on the filthy denizens of said street. Most ponies ignored them, and they were okay with that. They didn’t beg for scraps or money, like you would think. No, they survived, and all but thrived.

All but one of course. She laid with her back to the rest of the disgusting hobos, under her carefully built sheet metal canopy. She was quite proud of it actually. She did not join in with the other homeless as they feasted on half eaten restaurant salads and plants grown in the collective garden. It was not because she was not welcome, it was because she refused. She may be at the bottom of the food chain, but she was no worm, feeding on filth, nor a rat, devouring garbage.

SHE was Trixie Lulamoon, the greatest showmare on the planet, or at least, she had been. Her humiliation at the hands of the Ursa Minor had ensured that she was a laughing stock of most of Equestria. If she had her cart, perhaps she would be faring a bit better, but before she could leave Ponyville, some hooligans had set it ablaze, destroying it. So she had gone north, traveling until she found the shit hole of a city called Detrot. No longer did she wear her star spangled cloak, it had been stolen on her first night there. She had fought tooth and hoof, though, to keep her precious hat. The thief had given up and gone away, said the thing was too tacky to fight over.

“Trixie,” a voice stirred her from her thoughts. “You need to eat child. You’re going to waste way. I can practically hear your ribs straining against your skin.”

“Can it geezer. I told you I won’t eat that crap.” she tried to snarl, but it came as a moan instead. She hated herself so much for being this weak, it was not becoming of her.

“I, huh? What happened to ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie?’ I always thought that was funny.” the greasy, filthy bearded pony said, sitting down in front of her.

“Takes too much energy. Trixie has decided that she is an ‘I,’ now go away Soul.” she said, looking up to the old unicorn stallion. Soul was grayish white, with a white, ragged mane and beard, cuie mark of a glowing heart. She could not hold her head up for very long, so she let it fall, and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. He had regarded her with a mix of things. Pity, hate, anger. Pity was the strongest. Kind Soul pitied those who would not forsake their pride to survive. She heard a piece of metal slide across the blacktop, and stop in front of her head. It was a plate, no doubt, and it likely held a meager amount of greens. No carrots, those were hard to grow. He stood and trotted away from her, but stopped momentarily and looked back at her.

“There’s a farm down south, owned by the Pie family. Roma said they were hiring when he wandered through. You should look into it, since your too proud to eat the ‘crap’ I’ve painstakingly grown.” he said, and continued to trot away, then briefly smiled as he heard a sharp scrape and a sob from behind him.

Trixie lay with her hat turned so it covered her face, none of them could see her like this. She sobbed quietly to herself as she chewed on a piece of lettuce, which stuck out of her mouth. She had no energy to tear it apart to chew it, so there it remained. She felt something in the back of her mouth snap, and roll around on her tongue. She… she was loosing her teeth. She had a tooth brush, but she had neglected to use it for a few weeks. How pathetic, she thought. Her throat siezed up and she could no longer contain the tears, so she just sat there and sobbed, tears trailing down her muzzled onto the cold ground, and her sobs became so violent that she could barely even chew. Why? Why did this happen to her? Finally she managed to choke the roughage down, and spit the missing tooth out. The lettuce was so good… She covered her trembling muzzle with her forelegs, and let loose a long, broken wail. She was so stupid… she had repeatedly turned down his offers of food over the past month, and had insulted him on numerous occasions about his greasy coat. Yet still he cared enough to give her a salad.

Speaking of which… she used her meek amount of magic to drag a piece of spinach into her mouth. She had heard somewhere that the stuff made you stronger, so maybe it would give her the strength to abandon her foalish pride. The dark green leaf went down easier than the lettuce, and tasted just as good. She opened her left eye after swallowing, and saw a smidge of orange on her plate. A carrot; there was a bucking carrot on her plate. How in Celestia’s name had he gotten a carrot?! She tried to levitate it, but it wouldn’t budge. She forced her trembling hoof forward and put it against the rim of the plate, and tried to drag it to her. No good, her hoof just slipped off. She tried again, and met with the same result. Several more attempts proved just as fruitless, until a black hoof pushed the plate towards her. She looked up and saw a black and white earth stallion with worn, red eyes and a kind smile standing over her. He was rather scary looking…

“Looked like you could use some help. Gotta build up your strength if you ever plan to put on another show.” he said softly, and lowered his head to pick up the carrot. “Say ah.”

“Aaaah…” she complied, as a small piece of carrot fell into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it. This was repeated several times until the carrot had been completely devoured by pathetic mare. The stallion turned to leave, without even waiting to hear her thanks. “Thank you, Sir.”

“It’s my pleasure. I’m a big fan of yours by the way.” he said with a smile and trotted over to Kind Soul and the other homeless, then bid them farewell to trot off down Easy Street. Such a kind pony, despite his appearance. She never learned his name, either. Oh well. She smiled and worked a piece of celery into her mouth. She did have to build up her strength, not so she could put on a show. No, now she merely intended to survive.

X<

The next week saw the same generosity from Kind Soul, ever day for seven days. He would bring her a salad in the morning, and one at night, and each one had a single carrot in it.

It was the eighth day that Soul had planned to serve Trixie, however, he was surprised to see her standing shakily before him. So surprised in fact, that he dropped her special meal, only to see it caught in her violet aura. She wasn’t completely healthy, but she had enough strength in her to stand. That was good.

“Soul, you are a fool.” she said, smiling at him.

“How so?” he replied, and trotted over to let her lean on him. Her ribs were still sharp, but al least her belly was filling out.

“You’ve been giving me your salad. While I appreciate the kindness, I do not wish you go hungry. From now on, you have to promise that you will eat the morning salad. I can build my strength on a few pieces of foliage a day.”

He laughed and led her over to the circle of ponies around the fire, and said to her, “Deal, but only if you promise to join us for dinner.”

“Deal.” she agreed with a weak smile.

Over the proceedings of a month, she grew very close to her new friends. No they were more like a family, she thought. But like a family, you eventually must strike away on your own. She approached the dinner circle and smiled to them all. She had carefully thought about what to say to them, and after three days, she had it.

“Good evening everypony, I have an announcement.” she said firmly. She was met with several curious stares, especially from the two foals in the group, Wicked Catch, and Sweet Cherry. It would break their heart that she was leaving. “Tonight, I set off for the Pie family farm. Now that I am able to stand on my own four hooves again, it’s time I stop leeching off of your kindness.” she stopped for a moment to wipe a tear from her cheek. “You’ve all done so much, I can’t ever repay you for it, I can only thank you for your kindness, and wish you all the best of luck in the future. Especially you, Uncle Soul. You sacrificed your own food to help me. I will never forget you.” she said, and leaned down t o gently kiss the stallion on the cheek.

Before they could protest, or say anything for that matter, she turned and trotted briskly down the sidewalk. To her surprise, they all galloped after her, including Soul, shouting at her to stay. She couldn’t face them again now, so she broke into a full tilt gallop. Seeing their faces would convince her to stay. It wasn’t just for her own sake that she was leaving. If she continued to live there, she would be causing their food to deplete faster. More food meant longer lives. This was best for everypony.  They finally stopped chasing her, and just stood watching as she fled from them. Thankfully they could not see her face, twisted and wet with tears.

After hours of galloping, she crossed the city limits and stopped to look back. The city… as much as it sickened her, it had been home. No more. She turned to the south and headed for the farm. Things were going to be fine for her.

X<

Two years later:

Trixie entered the farmhouse and wiped her face with white rag, stained by years of sweat being wiped with it. Another hard day of work, deserving of a satisfied huff, which she gave. Growing rocks was hard labor. Extremely hard, in fact, but being a unicorn helped, as it allowed her to harvest the stones more efficiently. Mr. Rock and Mrs. Quartz had been very kind to allow her to stay in their house. This was a life she was happy living, though she never forgot Kind Soul and  the rest of her surrogate family. Perhaps she should go visit them. She smiled and trotted into the kitchen to find Mr. Rock sitting at the table while his wife prepared dinner.

“Say, Sir, would it be alright if I took a few days off to go visit my family in Detrot?” she said and joined him at the table.

“Don’t see why not, since you been working so hard, Lulamoon. Gone ahead and go this weekend, we can manage for a bit without ye.” he said with a grizzly smile. Funny…

“Have I ever told you that you remind me of my Uncle Soul when you smile?” she asked, leaning forward with a foreleg on the table.

“Sure haven’t. What’s he like?”

“He’s homeless, and not even my Uncle, really. But he’s the kindest, most generous pony I’ve ever seen. He took me in and fed me, until I was strong enough to make it down here.” she said, smiling at her fond memories of him.

“Sounds like a mighty good pony.”

“Oh, he is Sir. He’s the one I’m going to visit. I do miss him a lot.”

“Well, I hope your visit goes alright.” he said, as Mrs. Quartz served a veggie casserole with carrots as its main ingredient.

“Carrots! Oh they’re my favorite!” she said with a smile as her plate was fixed.

X<

Kind Soul stood in his garden, watering his carrots, when she arrived. He didn’t hear her approach, she’d gotten very good at sneaking through a creaky old farmhouse. She leaned against the lamp post behind him and smiled. It was then that she saw them. Two scars on his back, right where a pegasi’s wings would be. Now, it all made sense, why he was so kind, so generous.

“Hello, Uncle Soul. It’s been a long time.” she said.

“Oh, hello there! What brings you back to Detrot, dear Trixie?”

“Just came back to visit. Where’s the rest of the family?” she replied, pushing off the pole and coming close to nuzzle him.

“They all followed your example, getting jobs and living their lives to the fullest. Hay, even the foals done found families to adopt them. I’m rather lonely these days.”  he said with a grim smile across his lips. “I’ve missed you Trixie, a fair bit too.”

“So goes the life of a homeless Alicorn?” she said, causing him to gin like a fool. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Well, I’ll be! I’ve got to start wearing a saddle, or ponies are gonna start praising me again. Can’t be the Prince of Humility if I‘m famous, now can I?”

“I suppose not!” she said with a hardy laugh, taking the watering can and watering the spinach.

The stayed together and talked all through the night about what had transpire during the two years apart. It eventually came time for her to leave, and return to the farm. She slept under her- curiously- still standing sheet metal shelter. She built it pretty well, apparently. It was comforting to sleep outside again, after two years of a small bedroom in the attic. She slept so well, too…

The next morning found her at the train station, purchasing a ticket back to the valley. As she spoke to the cashier, though, she zoned out a bit. After buying her ticket and boarding the train, she couldn’t, for the life of Celestia, remember any of her conversation with the colt at the ticket booth. She glanced at her ticket absent mindedly.

Canterlot.

“What? Why did I buy a ticket to Canterlot? I need to get to the valley!” she said, eliciting stares from the many passengers. She galloped up the center aisle, but was stopped by a security guard.

“Miss you need to sit down!” he ordered.

“No, Sir, I need to get off!” she shouted, trying to get around him, but he was massive, and barred the whole aisle. “I’ve gotten on the wrong train!”

Many of the passengers laughed at her, she tried to think of a clever comeback… “Well, perhaps when you are so madly in love that he consumes your thoughts, you would understand!” so smooth, you are, Trixie.

“Well, I’m sure he’s special, you need to sit dow-ooooowwn!” he hollered as he stumbled towards Trixie, landing atop her. The train was moving! No, no, nonononono…

“Trixie cannot be on this train!” why was she referring to herself in third person again? Furthermore, why was she so desperate to get off? She struggled to get out from under the large stallion, and retreated to her seat. She thought, and thought, and thought… she had a good life in the valley. She was part of a family there. Maud, Marble, Limestone, Mr. and Mrs.… she cared for them, and they cared for her. Especially Maud. She really had liked Maud, despite her depressing nature, or perhaps, because of it. It was sobering, Trixie thought.

But she needed to get to Canterlot. She needed to visit a small emporium in a filthy back alley. The Pie’s would wait for her, she wouldn’t be too long.

X<

“Oh, little amulet, you’re glowing. Found yourself a new victim, have you? Well I’ll try and make sure they get you, if the price is right, of course.”

The amulet was not alive, as the shop keeper believed, it was a device, nothing more. It was designed to seek out and find those who were humbled and/or broken by another in their life. No, the amulet was not alive, but it could think. The magic in the trinket always found what it was after, and no matter how far it had to reach, it always got it’s pony. It would not take too long for her to arrive, either. A day and a half, at best. She was perfect. She had not only been broken by her experience in this Ponyville, but she had been humbled by living on the streets, as well. The amulet did not know why it did this, it simply did. It was it’s creators will.

The god of chaos would be proud.

Spike and Rarity(Revised)

Spike and Rarity

Back Stories, chapter 1: the Drake, the Unicorn, and a Ring.

Time frame: 6 years, 5 months, 14 days until Day One.

Manehattan was always a bustling place. But during fashion week, it was even busier, with up-and-coming designers coming in from all of Equestria. Most of them would lave disappointed though. One unicorn, however, was quite positive that she would take home first prize; her name was Rarity. And plodding steadily alongside her were Spike, her fearsome dragon bodyguard, and Apple Bloom, who had become Rarity’s apprentice several years ago.

“Spike, hurry up darling. We don’t want to miss the registration.”

“Right, I’m going as fast as I can.” Spike grunted, once again having to carry all of the luggage. That was okay, though. Even though he was slightly taller, he was at least three times stronger than the ponies, so it wasn’t that hard. In fact, he really only had one problem. “Sweet Celestia it’s cold here…”

“Aw, c’mon Spike don’t be such a baby! It’s not that cold.”

“Apple Bloom, I’m a reptile. Which means I’m cold blooded.” he countered, giving the young mare a deadpan glare. “Hey, Rarity, aren’t we supposed to meat up with that chocolate pony soon?”

“Coco, dear. Her name is Coco Pommel. But, indeed, we are meeting her at the hotel later. She’s such a dear, paying for our suite like that.” The dressmaker said cheerfully, practically bouncing with energy. Spike didn’t know Coco that well, so he couldn’t say much about her. Rarity, however, seemed to be rather close with the mare.

“Yeah, that place is pretty pricy. What I wanna know, is how anypony can afford it. I mean, 400 bit’s a night…”

“Bloom, dear, I believe you’ve never met Coco. She runs a successful fashion company here in Manehattan. She’s got more than financial stability, she’s practically anchored down! Figuratively speaking of course.” she practically sang. Spike loved when she got excited like this. When she was happy, so was he. While Rarity didn’t return his affections, he was just happy that he could be near her, happy that she relied on him, and happy that he could help her.

They were coming up on the building now. It was the same as it always was. Almost.

“Target sighted. Clear shot presented. Proceeding to eliminate.”

Spike saw it first. A massive bolt of arcane power flying straight at Rarity’s head. It seemed like it was moving so slowly… Spike realized that everything had slowed down. But that wasn’t important. Dropping the luggage, he rammed his shoulder into Rarity, and forced her out of the way.

“Spike! What is wr-” she said, never finishing the sentence. What she was seeing warranted no words. Only her scream was heard as she watched the drake fall to the ground, the arcane bolt blasting through his shoulder. She recognized the type of spell. It was toxin magic. Intended to infect the victim‘s body. A slow death for those as strong as a dragon. It would have been quick for a pony…

He felt himself drifting into the dark. This was it, huh? Too bad. He would’ve liked to marry her. But dying for her was okay by him. A lot cooler, too.

“Spike NO!! hold on!”

X<

“I’m sorry miss, there’s no cure for the spell. We’ve searched through every file we have, and we can’t find anything that even remotely resembles this.”

“Idiot doctor! You’re just not looking hard enough! If that dragon dies, I will own your sorry plot!”

Who was shouting? It almost sounded like… No way. She was way too ladylike to be that vicious. But she did have a bit of a temper didn’t she? Rarity always was pretty feisty when those she cared for were in trouble. Wait… hadn’t he died? What’s more, where was he? White walls, white ceilings, curtains… he was in a hospital. So he was alive. That was good.

“Ma’am, you need to calm down! No, don’t go in there!” somepony with a funny accent ordered. Yeah, because Rarity always listened when she was angry. He let himself chuckle a bit, as he struggled to sit up. Funny, he couldn’t use his right arm. It just kind of hung there like a limp noodle.

“I’m going to see him, and nopony, not even the police, is going to stop me!” she shouted, as the curtain was violently yanked open. Even if he hadn’t heard the shouting, just looking at her would tell him that she was distraught. Her face was twisted and snarling, and her mascara had run down her muzzle and onto her neck, and her nose was slightly runny.

“Hey now, there’s a hell of a face to wake up to. What’s got you so worked up?” he said, smiling at her. Obviously, she was upset about him, but whatever. Small talk and stuff.

“You Stupid MULE OF A DRAGON!!! YOU… you could’ve… you could’ve died….” she said, all but whimpering the last part. Her expression changed radically, from rage to sheer despair. Her brow un-furrowed and her lips started quivering and she sniffed heavily. “You… Idiot… it was supposed to hit me…”

“Aw, you know I couldn’t let that happen.” he said softly. He still smiled at her, trying to make her feel a little better. But it obviously didn’t work, as she lurched forward and threw her forelegs around his neck, careful to avoid the bandaged shoulder, and burst into heaving sobs. “Hey, easy now. I’m alive, right?”

“Maybe not for long. You’re sick. Poisoned. Most ponies would be dead in your position.” the doctor said, choosing this moment to intrude on them. “And judging from the blood samples we took, you’ve not got very long. A week at best.”

“I see. That, uh… That really sucks.” Spike stated, his voice somewhat shaky. “So, did they get the attacker?”

“No sonny, he got away. Chased him down six blocks, but the tricky bastard still got a way.” a stallion said from off to the side. He wore a police uniform, and had a thick mustache. “Names O’Shire. Chief of police.”

“So, did you get any identifying features?”

“Short of a curved horn, and a blue tail, none. Sorry, boy-o.” the chief said, removing his hat. “Fiend wore some tactical lookin’  gear. I’d wager they were a professional.”

“Then Rarity’s not safe. Can I request a police guard?” he said, standing up, gingerly letting the pale mare go.

“O’ course ya can, but it wouldn’t do ya no good. Cuz we were plannin on providin one anyway.” he said with a hardy laugh. “I’m sorry, that’s not funny. But you two will be under constant surveillance.”

“That’s good to know.”

X<

Three days later:

Spike was returning from another night of wandering the city. He had come to accept that he was dying. Why fight it? He was now content to live his last few days in peace. He briefly stopped to look at himself in a window. Celestia, he looked like shit. Eyes sunken in and bloodshot, cheekbones showing through his scales. Those once shining purple scales were now dull and faded, and some had even started falling out. His proud spines had grown soft and most had broken. That was okay. They would disintegrate a few days after he perished anyways. Couple all of this with his attire, a black trench coat and a wide brimmed fedora, and he looked like a regular creeper. Or maybe junkie? Didn’t really matter. Looking like shit meant you looked like shit, no matter what kind of shit it was.

The wound on his shoulder started to burn. It wouldn’t have been surprising, if he were alone. He often felt that sensation when the wound was stretched the wrong way. But he wasn’t alone. There was a green mare standing obstinately in front of him, with a red aura glowing around her… curved… horn… She had a blue tail, too. Her cutie mark was a sniper scope reticule. Had black saddle bags on, too.

“Sorry, beast, but you won’t get in my way again.”

“Pretty bold, not wearing full gear… Funny thing is, I was just thinking about you. Why’d you do it?”

“Bits. Twenty thousand.”

“That’s pretty hefty.” he replied, falling to one knee. “Wonder- hhhnnng- who can- hah- afford that?”

“Like I’m going to tell you. Nice try though. You’re going to die without ever knowing who wanted Rarity dead.” the mare responded with a smirk. Pretty smart.

“Well, ah, can I get your name?” he asked, finally keeling over to the side.

“I suppose I can give you that. My name is Sharp Shot.” She proclaimed proudly.

“Professional assassin extraordinaire?” Spike countered, standing back up. She looked flabbergasted. “Your specialty is poisons and toxin spells. Your one of Manehattan PD’s most wanted. Oh I know all about you, now. Been doing my research.”

And he had, too. But he had done more than read through old police reports. He had been investigating. Designers and tailors had been disappearing all over the country, and every lead he got pointed right back to this little unicorn. It had been easy enough to get her bank account information, to. Hundreds of thousands of bits transferred in over the last two months. The time frame corresponded perfectly to the deaths in the fashion industry. Only one question remained. Who was she working for?

Sharp Shot started backing up, intent on running away, but she was stopped by a claw wrapping around her horn. Spike understood that breaking her horn would be a fate worse than death for her. That was good; it might give her a bit of incentive.

“This horn fits well in my claw.”

“No…”

“Maybe I should take it?”

“Celestia no…”

“Sorry, the Princess can’t help you now. But you can help yourself.” he said, grinning wickedly. He started to apply a bit of force in the opposite direction on the horn’s curve. “Here’s the deal. You tell me where the boss is, and I don’t break it.”

“You’re bluffing!” she screamed, tears welling in her eyes.

“Funny thing about these curved ones. They look pretty cool and all, but they’re way more likely to break than a straight one.” he whispered to her.

CRACK!

The sound was deafening in the silent street, as the first hairline crack formed across the protruding bone.

“She’s in the warehouse district, building twelve! Please! Let me go! I’ll give up all the bits I ma…”

SNAP!

“Should’ve answered sooner.” he said, snatching her saddle bags off, then walking away.

“But… I answered… before you broke it… you’re… a monster…” the mare whimpered, then burst into tears, and collapsed to the ground.

“Maybe I am. But I’m not the one that started this.”

X<

“This notebook, it’s got everything we need.” he said, holding up the little booklet he had gotten from Sharp Shot’s bags. “Dozens of jobs, all commissioned by the same pony.”

The chief sighed, and looked at the book. Sure enough, there were at least 37 all by the same name. “You’re sure about this Polomare pony?”

“Yes! A few years back, she ruined herself, with this stupid scheme of hers. Once Coco Pommel started telling ponies, she got blacklisted. Couldn’t get any business. It only makes sense!” he said, practically shouted. He wished he could say he hadn’t expected this from Suri, but he had. She’d been willing to do whatever it took to get ahead. Lying, cheating, stealing, so why should murder be any different for her?

“I suppose…  t’would explain all the disappearances across Equestria. But ya didn’t have to break that poor mare’s horn.” he said, looking forlornly at the broken unicorn in the cell.

“She brought it on herself. Now, we have a deal, right? I go get Polomare, and Rarity never hears a word of it?”

“Aye. The deal stands. Just, be careful boy-o.” the chief said, giving the dragon a bulletproof vest. “Should stop some mild magic too.”

“Thanks.” Spike replied, slipping out of his coat, then donned the vest, and redressed himself. It didn’t stand out too much. That was good.

X<

“Looks like Sharp Shot failed. That’s too bad. She was a damn good assassin.” the pink mare said, scurrying about in the middle of warehouse twelve. The building was cold, and the humidity was wreaking havoc on her hair. But it wouldn‘t be a problem for long, because it was about time to get the buck out of town. “And of course it had to be Rarity, that stuck up bitch. Why can’t anypony ever do their job right?”

Of course, she was talking to herself. After all, there wasn’t anypony willing to work for her, not after Coco’s betrayal. She was supposed to be next. But the main question was, how did that stupid dragon figure out the assassins identity? It was the tail, had to be. Suri had told her to hide it. But no! don’t listen to your employer! Do it your own way, stupid mare!

Suri grunted loudly as she pressed down on her suitcase, forcing so many unnecessary articles of clothing into it. With a satisfying click, it clasped shut. That was good, now she only had a few more to pack. She wouldn’t get the chance.

“Well, heya there Polomare. Planning a vaycay? You should let me help with that.” he said from the front, leaning against the door frame. “What’s wrong? You seem surprised.”

“I… I am. I thought the police would be coming.” she said, calmly backing away towards a small bag on one of the crates. It had a small knife in it. Maybe she could…

BANG!

The bag fell out of her reach, having been shot off the crate. He casually stepped in, holding at his side a revolver handgun. “The police might’ve come. But they can’t get their hands dirty like I can. They want this whole ‘dead fashionista’ thing kept under wraps. That’s were I come in. I take you down, and the whole thing gets swept under a rug.”

“But… you can’t do this! You’re…” she trailed off, as the drake reached her, and put his gun to her head.

“You know,” he started. “This thing was pretty buckin hard to find. Searched like, five pawn shops to find it. Only got three shots, too. Well, two now, but you get the idea.”

“How are you not crippled by the poison?! You should be on the ground, writhing in pain!”

“Oh it’s very simple. That spell isn’t new. It’s been around for years. There’s a cure spell and everything!” he explained with a grin. “You seem a little scared.”

“You’re going to kill me!” she screamed.

“Nah. You’ll be hobbling for the rest of your life in prison, but besides that, you’ll be fine. In prison and crippled, but fine. Now, RUN.”

She did as she was told, and bolted for the door, and almost made it, until a loud bang and a brutal pain in her left foreleg caused her to fall on her face, and tumble several times. She had been so close. Another few feet, then she could’ve turned the corner and got away. Instead, she lay with her front half out the door, and her rump inside.

X<

Rarity stood watching as Suri flopped halfway out the door. It looked like a nasty tumble. What was going on? She had been on her way over to warn her about the  fashion killer after doing some research, but two loud bangs had made her stop. Was she too late? It seemed that way, with the blood pooling around her foreleg. She looked straight up at Rarity.

“Please… Help me…” she whimpered.

The unicorn galloped up, but stopped short when her old rival was abruptly dragged back inside with a scream. She took a deep swallow, mustering some nerve. “Suri…?”

“Suri Polomare, I‘m afraid this is the end for you!” That was… No.

“Spike? Is that you?” she asked slowly rounding the corner into the door. She gasped, horrified at what she saw. Spike, snarling, stood with his foot on Suri’s shoulder, and in his good hand, he held a revolver pointed at her head. “SPIKE! What in Celestia’s  name are you doing?!”

“R-Rarity! It’s not what it looks like!” he shouted, dropping his gun and taking a step towards her. “Please, listen to me…”

“No! I don’t want to hear it! I can’t believe it was you… all those ponies are dead… You were the killer!” tears started streaming down her face as she backed clumsily backed out of the door, sniffling. “I… I… I hate you…”

“Rarity PLEASE!” too late. She was gone. Galloping away as fast as her legs would carry her. “Suri… This is all your fault.”

“Oh don’t pin this on me. You could’ve arrested me without shooting, but you didn’t. you overdid it.”

“Doesn’t matter. Once your wound is bound, I’m dropping you off with Chief.” he said, pulling a roll of bandages out of his coat pocket. “I should’ve killed you, Suri.”

“Why didn’t you? OW! Watch it dragon!” she shouted, wincing.

“Because Rarity would’ve hated me for it.”

“Funny how that worked fo- agh!” she was cut off by a hard punch to the forehead.

“Shut up bitch.” he commanded, and finished the binding. He hoisted her up and carried her to a nearby carriage.

“Hey, you got her! Nice work.” the driver, an enthusiastic cadet, proclaimed as the drake unceremoniously dumped the criminal into the a large trunk in the cargo area, and shut the lid.

“Shut up and drive. Quickest route.” he said blandly, climbing aboard.

“Right-o Detective.”

X<

Rarity stumbled into the police precinct her eyes darting back and forth, looking for O’Shire. “Where’s the Chief?!” she screamed, tears still streaming down her face.

“Easy lass, I’m right beside you. What’s got ya so worked up?” he asked, gingerly placing a hoof on the distraught mare’s shoulder.

“It’s Spike! He’s the one who- Mph!” the chief smushed his other hoof against her mouth.

“My office.”

X<

“So… He’s not the killer?” she said, wiping her eyes for the hundredth time. “He was… He was working for you…”

“Exactly.” the Chief replied, scratching his forehead with  a hoof. The had both explained their situations to one another, and they had finally, two hours later, come to an understanding. The poor lass had been so upset, that she couldn’t process rational though. But now, here they were.

“Were is he now?” she said, her voice hoarse from crying.

“Don’t rightly know, ma’am. Said something about Baltimare, though.” the Chief replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh Celestia, I need to find him!” she exclaimed, and barreled out of the office like a buffalo.

“Yeah, so, I definitely didn’t just fix your relationship er nothin.”

X<

It was early in the morning before she finally caught him

The boat was almost in. he tapped his clawed foot impatiently. “For Celestia’s fair flanks, can’t that tub get here any faster?!” he growled, drawing some stares from the ponies around him.

“Gee, sir, Quite a colorful phrase there.” the papercolt said, as he handed out newspapers to the waiting crowd.

“Can it foal. I’m not in the mood.”

“Well, you may have lost the love of your life, but that’s no excuse to be rude to a young entrepreneur.” a silky voice said from behind him. He knew who it was. He didn’t want to look at her, so he stared at the river.

“Why are you here?” he said after a few agonizing minutes.

“Why, I came to apologize. I should’ve stayed and listened to your side of the story. I jumped to conclusions, and I’m sorry…” she said, gently placing a hoof on his good hand. He moved it out of the way and used it to scratch his chin. “I care about you spike. Immensely. You’ve always been there for me, even for the most trivial tasks.”

“And? Spit it out. My boat’s almost here.”

“I often find myself wondering, ‘What if he gets tired of being denied? What if he fell for another, younger mare?’ And every time I think about it, it tears at my heart like an angry cat. The thought of you leaving was always so hard to imagine… but now that it’s happening…” she stopped for a minute and pulled something out of her small bag. “I can see that it was all my fault. So I want you to have these. I… I was going to give you the big one after fashion week was over, but I suppose you should have them all.”

She levitated two small black felt boxes in front of him. He grabbed the biggest one and flicked it open. He grit his teeth. “It’s an engagement ring.”

“Indeed.”

“You think…” he turned on the spot and glared at her hatefully. “You think you can just go accusing me like that, buy some trinket afterwards, and that’ll make it all go away?! I don’t think so! You done bucked up Rarity! I’ve had it! I’m tired of chasing you around like a lost puppy! I‘m… just, done. It‘s over.”

Her face sunk. Of course he was sick of it. Who wouldn‘t be? She certainly understood the sentiment. “The receipt is in the other box.” she said dejectedly and dropped the box of two wedding bands on the ground, before turning to trot away. Didn’t matter if they got damaged now. He hated her now, and it was all her fault. Why would he agree to marry her at this point?

He picked the box up and carefully examined the slip of paper. “A month ago? Explain.” his tone was still sharp and angry, but he sounded like he was calming down a little bit.

“I’ve been… locking these feeling of mine away for a couple of years, now. Feelings for you, Spike. At first, I did it because you were young. Far too young to be with an older mare like me. But you reached maturity soon afterwards. I still kept them hidden away, but it was out of fear. What in Equestria I was so afraid of, I’ll never know… I can tell it’s still there, because it’s telling me to run away, or jump in the river. But now, I’m more afraid of losing you, Spike. Please… Don’t leave me…” she whispered the last part, a few tears rolling down her face, and a soft smile on her lips. Spike suddenly realized, she wasn’t wearing make up, or eyelashes, and her mane was straight. It was natural. It floated violently in the river’s strong breeze. She hadn’t taken time to get ready before being seen in public. But somehow, she was still the most beautiful mare in the world. And it occurred to him, that she was serious. If the rings were from a month ago, then she couldn’t be doing this just to make him feel better.

“You hurt me, Rarity. You drove a knife deep into my heart and left a huge gash there.” he said, pulling the engagement ring out of its box, and slid it on his claw. “I could just throw this in the river. But I won’t. In time, I can forgive you. Not now. But in time. But I will always love you, Rarity.”

“Oh… Spike! I love you too! So very much!” She hollered, throwing her forelegs around his neck again. This elicited an ‘awe’ from the onlookers.

Things were going to be a-ok for the drake and the unicorn.

X<

It would happen, that ‘in time’ would pass in a couple of months, and they soon married. It was a lavish affair, expensive decorations, cake, and even pricier wine. They said their I do’s Spike carried his new wife out to the carriage, and they rode away to their new home together. And more importantly, as Rainbow Dash had so crudely and accurately suggested, their new bed.

Suri Polomare was now serving life in prison, charged with soliciting murder and resisting arrest, while Sharp Shot was sentenced to death for committing the murders. Her face had almost seemed relieved upon hearing the ruling. She had died just after giving Rarity and Spike her blessings in marriage, four weeks prior to the ceremony.

All of the money she had made from Suri was transferred into Rarity’s bank account, and they live comfortably for a long time.

Spike was required to attend physical therapy with and old Japonese doctor named Hikari, until he could fully use his right arm again, as Sharp Shot’s spell had destroyed a large amount of his muscle. But he learned far more from the old doctor than just how to use his arm, but that is another story, for another time.