Blobskin's Macro/Micro Flash Fics

Version: 1.01

"Does this dress make me look fat?"

Anon looked up from his magazine with a bored expression. "Yes."

Rarity pouted. "That is hardly a gentlecolt thing to say."

Anon yawned and checked his watch. "Maybe not, but we've got to get going soon."

Rarity stomped a hoof, which was more of an explosion for the ant sized man. "I can't go unless I'm beautiful!" she whined.

Anon rubbed his temple. "Looks aren't everything. Why not wear something useful."

Her head tilted cutely. "Hm?"

"Heck! Why not dress as a clown with an eye patch and a mustache! No one at the Gala is actually gonna care."

Rarity scowled. "Anon, your suggestions are exceedingly rude and very hurtful."

Anon shrugged. "Eh, I prefer being practical over fancy. Whatever it takes to get you out that door faster."

Rarity thought for a moment before an evil grin spread across her muzzle.

As her thunderous steps grew louder, Anon looked up with confusion.

"You've given me a SPLENDID idea, Anon."

"Finally," he sighed. "Does that mean we'll be going soon?"

Sometime Later

"RARITY! This isn't funny. Let me out!"

Rarity giggled as she pranced to the train station. "Hush you. This way we save a ticket. Practical, right?"

Anon grumbled and crossed his arms inside Rarity's crystal necklace. The worst part of being a prisoner? The diamond walls distorted everything into a single ugly blur. How was he supposed to enjoy the party now?!

"I'll get you for this, Rarity."