Author's Note
This is dedicated to all of those out there (other than me...hopefully 
) who have impossible hair. Good luck with that. 
Also this is my first ever fanfic and I'm 12. Lay off. I haven't even written anything in FOREVER so I hope to get better as I go on! 
Untamable
"Pinkie Pie!" Rarity exclaimed, waving a hoof as she caught up with the pink pony as she was walking, well bouncing out of Sugarcube Corner on a wonderfully sunny day. The Grand Galloping Gala was coming up soon, and that meant Rarity had to attend to something that had been bothering her for the longest of time, Pinkie's mane.
The pink mare looked around at the sound of her own name, and finally spotting Rarity, trotted over to her. As Pinkie Pie approached, Rarity waited impatiently, all the while keeping a calm and collected appearance, despite her eagerness.
"Hiya, Rarity!" Pinkie greeted her, smiling a mile a minute.
"Hello. Say, Pinkie Pie?" Rarity said casually, attempting to get Pinkie to play into her hooves. Pinkie Pie was smart, Rarity knew that, but she couldn't read her surroundings very well, so Rarity knew there was still hope.
"Huh?" Pinkie asked.
"What are you going to wear for the Gala?"
Pinkie laughed, "The dress you made, Silly Billy! What else would I be wearing?"
Rarity almost wanted to throw a hoof in the air in fake frustration, but didn't, deciding that it wouldn't exactly fit the description of "lady-like" and instead deciding to shake her head and say,"No, Pinkie. Your mane. What are you going to do with your mane?"
Pinkie rested her head on a hoof and looked away from Rarity, frowning a little and obviously thinking. She looked back at Rarity and perked up again before replying,"Nothing...except the hat you made with the dress!"
Rarity pretended fall back in disbelief, gasping as well to add on to the effect. She didn't know if this was good enough, but she didn't see so much as a clue in Pinkie Pie's face. Sure, she knew that Pinkie might put the pieces together soon, but she might as well try to brush out Pinkie's mane before the big day. "You mean to tell me that your not going to even attempt to brush your mane?!"
Pinkie smiled and answered happily,"Nopety nope nope!"
Rarity smiled while she tried to think of a comeback. In a matter of seconds she had a plan. She had a new plan. "Why, Pinkie Pie! Don't you know that the princess will be there?"
At this, Rarity thought she saw Pinkie Pie's mane deflate a little bit, but the white mare blinked and found Pinkie's mane back to normal. Pinkie's smile grew a bit wider (if that is possible) as she practically sang,"Celestia has seen me before, silly! She didn't say anything THEN,so it makes NOOOOO sense for her to start now! Plus, she's not you!"
Rarity fell back in shock, truthfully this time. Pinkie Pie's words seemed to mock her, even put her down the slightest bit. Anger started to boil inside Rarity, so much that it threatened to etch every line of her face. It was if someone had stolen one of her jewels, or sabotaged one of her dresses. She didn't think Pinkie Pie of all people could make her this angry, but she did, and Rarity didn't even know what to say anymore. She didn't even know what to do.
Rarity just stood there. She didn't even know why this upset her so. It was such a silly, futile, little thing after all. If it was of such small significance, why did it bother her so much? As Rarity stood there, she found that her whole body was shaking and she looked down at the grass.
Why did it hurt so very, very much?
Rarity spoke after a long, awkward silence. Her voice came out all shaky and cracked,"I-I'm sorry."
Pinkie's normally smiling face drooped and her hair deflated until it was only a ghostly vision of as bouncy as it used to be. It broke Rarity's heart. She slowly started trotting away slowly, leaving Pinkie alone, perplexed, to think about what had just happened.
Rarity had started out just wanting to fix her friend's hair so that the Canterlot ponies wouldn't look at her and turn away, ignoring the wonderful pony and friend standing right before them. Pinkie didn't know how tough a crowd they were. Pinkie didn't understand that the parties, the food, the ponies, that everything is different in Canterlot. The worst thing is that it was she who wanted to change that amazing pink pony, even if it was for Pinkie's own good.
"Well..." Rarity said to herself as she walked slowly and sadly back to the boutique,"...who cares if they don't like her? If they say that she's too rambunctious, if they say she's too loud, so what?!" Rarity perked up, delighting in her own words and picking up speed, dancing toward her home."If they don't like her, then that's their fault!"
Rarity gracefully "flew" on the path. Soon Rarity's home was in view, and by this time she was practically singing and shouting at the same time, not caring if she wasn't on pitch or not,"So what do I care! If they don't like her, their loss! If they don't care, they matter not!" She sang this over and over again until she arrived at her house.
Rarity twirled one final time before trotting happily inside and turning toward the door to close it. When she turned to the door, she was greeted with a brilliant sunset-sky with gold, and soft yellows, and pink clouds that were exactly the shade of a certain party-pony she knew. The mare smiled at the sunset and the pink-streaked sky, and closed the door before going back to her work.
