MareDoWell

I woke the next morning in another cold sweat, for in the night I had another dream. It was much shorter than the last but it was still very unsettling.

I was walking down the same alleyway that Cutter and his friends had, as I looked over the place, I soon noticed a noise coming from in front of me. As I looked in the direction of the noise, it soon became obvious what was making it; there at the end of the alley, in a streetlight, was Stacy. She was still on top of that cart, but she was moaning now; I think she was trying to call for help.

I rushed to her so that I could possibly try to help her, when I got close enough I put my hand on her shoulder, and shook her.

“Are you alright!?” I asked with a worried tone in my voice. She looked up at me and began to speak.

“H-Help m-.” her sentence was cut off by something falling on her, impacting with a thunderous crash, knocking me onto my plot. When I was able to focus again, I looked up at what had fallen on Stacy, and my heart froze. On top of Stacy, in all her glory, was the terrifying MareDoWell.

We stared at each other for a few minutes, not talking or moving, until I broke the silence.

“W-What do you want!” I asked very quickly.  But she did not talk, she did not gesture, oh no she did something far worse; there on her mask, I could see the corners of what would be her mouth turn upwards, forming a wicked smile.

I didn’t even have time to scream at this response. For when I tried, she had already spread her cape, and leapt towards me, causing me to let out a yelp. When her cape covered the dream, I saw another message written in the same scribbled fashion as the last;

“ Make.

Them.

BELIEVE!”

And then I woke up.

I was in the shower now, washing up so I could get ready and go to where I needed to go, and trying to figure out what the HAY that message in the dream meant. ‘Make them believe’? Believe what!? That I’m a demented psycho vigilante? That I’m going to kill the first criminal I see? That I’m always stalking somepony? Damn it!

I decided it would be best to just forget the dream and move on. I gathered my things and headed out.

When I left, the first thought that went through my mind was; what should I say? Should I be polite and kind, or should I be rude back to her? It was indeed a dilemma, but I needed these materials to make a costume, and if I had to risk a confrontation to do so, then I would.

I arrived at my destination, trembling as I walked to the door. I brought a hoof to the wood and knocked 3 times, secretly hoping no one would answer; but alas, they, or rather she, did.

The door opened, revealing a white unicorn in a black, form fitting dress, with a royal purple mane, curled at the ends.

“Welcome to the Carousel Boutique! Where everything is sheik, unique, and ma-“ she stopped once she saw it was me.

We stared at each other for a moment before greeting one another, equal amounts of awkward tension showing in our voices.

“... Rarity... ”

“... Trixie... ”

I was allowed entrance to the shop, which was already more than I expected to be given. The shops interior was quite beautiful.

The smell of certain fabrics being freshly made.

The burning of incense making the room smell of flowers and exotic berries.

Rows of mannequins all dressed in absolutely marvelous outfits with wonderful designs.

It was absolutely breathtaking.

We walked over to a set of chairs, where she gestured me to take a seat. We sat facing each other, awkward silence filling the room. Rarity was the first to speak.

“So... um... what brings you to my shop?”  She asks.

“Um... I need supplies for an outfit... preferably in bulk if you can.”

She looks over at me with a puzzled expression.

“Um... why do you need it in bulk?” she asks. I knew she would ask, I already had an answer prepared.

“I’m going to make a few new costumes for my performances, but I also wanted to do a few side projects, so I need them in bulk.”

She then looked over at me with a suspicious glare.

“Why would you come here instead of some of the places in Canterlot?” she asks. It almost felt like I was being interrogated now.

I look up at her with a soft smile.

“Because in Canterlot I’d end up spending over three-thousand bits or more, but here I’d end up probably spending around five-hundred to one-thousand.”

“Are you implying that my shop is cheap?” she asks.

I simply smile, giving a calm reply. “Not the shop, the prices.”

She turns her head away from me to mumble. “There are plenty of other clothing and fabric places in Ponyville.”

I caught what she said and gave my response.

“Yeah, but none of them are as good as this place.” I said very matter-of-factly.

She pointed her nose in the air and ‘hmphed’ at me.

“Flattery won’t change things.” She said rather harshly. After this little comment, I decided it was time to stop being nice, and start being direct.

“Look, I didn’t come here to cause trouble, I just want the supplies. Besides, you really do have the best products in Ponyville for the lowest prices, I wasn’t trying to flatter you.” I say in a more ‘to-the-point’ manner.

After this, she finally gave in and sighed.

“Fine, what do you need?” she asked, and with new found confidence, I started to list off the things I needed.

First, I need fabric of course.

What kind; silk, cotton, cloth...?

Silk and wool cloth yes, but I’d also like strengthened nylon, linen, velvet, plus carbon fiber and microfiber materials modified for durability and water resistance. Also some Teflon if you have any.

Oh... um... wow. That seems like a bit much don’t you think?

For everyday projects, yes. For what I have planned, no.

Okay then... what else do you need?

Um... graphite, carbon... and a medium amount of steal, plus molding equipment,

Okay... why carbon and steel?

I was thinking that maybe I could include some metallic pieces to the overall design.

Alright... anything else?

Um... a kit for magic-based reproduction would be nice; so that if I’m running low I can just take a bit of the materials and use magic to reproduce what I need. Oh and some Kevlar... just in case something goes wrong.

Alright then, anything else?

Actually that should be it.

And you want all this in bulk?

Yes mam.

Alright then... just let me tally up the price; it goes up to about... one-thousand eight-hundred bits.

One-thousand eight-hundred?

Well you did say you wanted them in bulk didn’t you?

Actually I asked because getting that many things in bulk usually cost way more than that.

Well you said you came here for the low prices.

Yeah... I did. So, how long is the wait going to be?

Not long, it’s all just raw materials anyway. Just wait here for about a half an hour and I should have it all packaged up for you.

Okay. And Rarity...

Yes?

Thanks.

You’re... you’re welcome Trixie.

I sat there while she went to get my supplies, a question silently spinning in my head as I waited. I couldn’t help but enjoy the lovely designs she had displayed on a group of mannequins.

The dresses just seemed to flow, each telling its own story. One told of the night sky and all of its stars, the other told a story of the plant life and wilderness of the world, and another told a story of elegance and beauty; all of them becoming equally beautiful in their own way.

“They’re our gala dresses.” My head snapped around to see Rarity levitating a large box.

“Oh, I’m sorry.... I was just admiring the good craftsmanship. They are quite beautiful.” I respond with a warm smile.

Rarity seemed to doubt my praise, but only a little.

“Um... thank you.” She says, obviously feeling very awkward right now. To ease the tension, I decided it was time to take my leave.

“Thank you for the supplies Rarity, it was really nice of you to let me in. Why did you let me in anyways?” I ask, curious as to why she wouldn’t just kick me off of her porch and slam her door.

She let out a small giggle and looked over at me.

“Because Trixie, any business is good business... even yours.” I notice the emphasis on the last part and chuckle to myself, and then another question comes to mind.

“Why were you so polite to me? With what you five think of me, I expected a least a little bit of attitude from you.” I ask.

She held her head high and put a hoof to her chest.

“It is in my personal code of conduct to show the upmost respect to all my costumers.” Her hoof went to her face to hide her embarrassment.

“That, and... um... Fluttershy confronted us about the way we treated you at the party. She was quite... assertive... when she did.” She said looking away.

“I remember when angle wouldn’t stop throwing things at me because he thought I was still the old Trixie.” i shuddered.

”Fluttershy had to be a little... assertive... to him as well... and that’s how I learned to never make Fluttershy angry... ever.” I laughed.

We each giggled for a moment at the funny memory. I then took my things and left, saying my goodbyes. As I walked home though, a single thought ran through my head.

Hmm, if my plan works, I’d like to hang out with her more.

I arrived at my house and checked the supplies;

Reinforced nylon; check!

Microfibers for durability and water resistance; check!

Teflon; check!

Wool cloth; check!

Linen; check!

Carbon; check!

Kevlar, steal, carbon, graphite, and a magic assisted reproduction kit; check! Check! And…CHECK!

I had everything I needed, but this wasn’t going to happen right now, this was going to take at least a single day to do, and I had been out buying the supplies for most of today. I decided to retire to my bedroom to receive some well deserved shuteye. Besides, I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow.

This time when I slept, I was given a reprieve from the nightmares. In this dream, I found myself standing atop a roof, looking down onto Ponyville. When I looked down at my hooves, something became frighteningly clear; I was in the MareDoWell costume.

I was about to take it off, but the dream took control. I immediately took flight; looming over the city as I did. before swooping down, and landing on the roof of what looked to be a three story building.

I looked around until my eyes fell upon somepony standing over the edge of the rooftop, leaning on a banister, looking over the city themselves. As I moved closer to them, I soon recognized the clothing, figure and hairstyle; they belonged to Twilight Sparkle. She seemed to be on the roof of some building enjoying a cup of tea, wearing a dark leather jacket and shirt of the same color, with skin tight blue jeans and ankle high boots.

’No... NO... you can’t hurt her! She hasn’t done anything wrong! LEAVE HER ALONE!’ I scream out in my mind, but to no avail. I was right behind Twilight now, inching ever closer, until I was right on top of her. Obviously getting the strange feeling of somepony behind her, she turned around, letting out a startled gasp at the sight of me.

I prepared for the worst, to see the mare of my dreams get beaten, battered, and inevitably killed. But then, something…unexpected occurred. Her startled expression gave way to a heartwarming smile, and she spoke to me; “Trixie... you know I hate it when you do that.”

There were now several questions buzzing around in my head ’How does she know my name? Why isn’t she scared of me in this costume? Why is she looking at me like that? Why-?’ All my thoughts came to a screeching halt as I noticed twilight had walked over to me and now had her snout next to my ear.

“Unless... you like to be called MareDoWell. If so; then I hate it when you do that... MareDoWell.” She says, finishing with a soft yet seductive smile.

“Trixie is fine.” I say, another reminder that I wasn’t in control here. However, that wouldn't be the case for long. When Twilight approached me, swaying her hips and tail, I was immediately thrust back into control of my body, jolting me forward to grab hold of her.

Before I could do or say anything I heard a voice in my head say ’Hold her, say what you feel’. She was suprised at first, but looked up at me with a warm smile after a few moments in my embrace. Then, it happened. She brought her left hand to my mask, lifted the bottom... and brought her lips against mine.

The world stopped for what seemed like hours as I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, just as she did. I wanted to question what was going on, but the situation itself was too heavenly for me to create a single thought. When she pulled away from me, she was panting, a deep flush enveloping her cheeks, a dreamy, lustful expression covering her face.

"Trixie... I’ve waited all day for this, don’t make me wait any longer.”

My eyes widened at her words, and I found myself unconsciously saying “Me too, my love.”

Before I could think my hand slipped to her rump, grasping it lovingly, making her gasp and whimper with excitement. We dove into another kiss, letting our mouths open as we released ragged breaths and pleasured moans, our tongues dancing around and over each other.

When we separated; she looked into my eyes and started to speak. “Trixie, I . . . I l-lo . . .”

I no longer cared if this was a dream; I just wanted her to say the words I knew she was trying to say. “Trixie, I BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!”

Awakening with a jump, nearly falling out of my bed; I looked around for what could have woken me from such a heavenly dream. I looked around the room, and soon found the culprit. My alarm clock had gone off, letting out an obnoxiously loud beep.  ’Well . . . at least I know why Twilight started beeping.’ I thought.

As I look at the clock, I utter only two words; “fuck... you... ”

I washed up and prepared for the day, knowing that I would need to start making the costume today. I made a healthy breakfast of haycon and eggs and sat down, thinking about how I would make the costume, and what the order of the fabrics would be. I kept thinking of the structure, placements of fabrics, and any possible charms/spells I could use to make the costume the best it could be.

I finished eating breakfast and quickly made my way to the workroom. Gathering all the necessary materials, I began to make the suit.

I pulled out a mannequin I had molded to match my figure; I wrapped the silk around it and began to cut and stitch. When I was finished, I had created a full-body silk wet suit, only missing a mask. Now that the base for the costume had been made, it was time to add the layers.

First was the linen; nothing special, just sewing a layer medium-thin layer onto the silk, and mixing it with some velvet. This way when I moved in the costume, not only would I feel more limber, but it would be more comfortable. I also added some linen and velvet pads here and there for added comfort.

Now that the soft inner layer was out of the way; I could start on the rough protective outer layer. But before I made anything, I used a fusion spell to combine each fabric I was going to use with the durability and water resistant micro fibers. This way each layer would be stronger and harder to get through.

The next fiber that was going to be put on was nylon. Nylon is a fabric known for its strength and durability, so it would make sense to have it make the first layer. After the nylon layer had been crafted onto the suit, it was time to add the Kevlar layer, for obvious reasons. I added two medium thin layers of Kevlar and then stitched them to the suit.

Now the last layer could be added; the Teflon. Heavily combing it with durability micro fibers, I added a very thin layer of Teflon. The slippery plastic consistency of the material would make me harder to grab in possible combat situations and allow me to slip through tight spaces easier. Then, for good measure, i added carbon fiber reinforcement, to make me that much harder to damage.

And for theatricality, I used a nylon and Teflon mixture to create an M on my chest. The middle of the M went down my chest and stopped over my heart, while its two sides went down my forelegs and stopped where the upper foreleg meets the lower. I then made near microscopic holes all over the suit so that as I moved, air could circulated through the suit.

It was done; after ten hours, It was finally done. It was a standard wet suit, save for the M. the lines of the wet suit going down the sides, the flanks and legs, and the arms, showing where I had sewn the costume together. But I wasn’t done yet.

The mask and hat were to come next, and both would prove to be fairly easy. All I did was take 1 layer of silk and 2 layers of nylon, and molded them around the mannequins head. I then decided to make a hat very similar to the design of a Stetson hat. I took woolen fibers and matted them, condensed them, and pressed them; it took a while but I eventually made a felt.

I sewed and stitched the felt for hours until it formed into the shape of a hat. I put a single layer of nylon on the hat to give it a soft texture and feel to it. After I had made the hat, I took the mask and placed it on the mannequins head, and then took the hat and placed it on top of the mask, looking at where the ears would be if the hat weren’t covering them.

I began to cut holes in the hat, being careful as to not accidentally nick the ear itself, so that I could pull the ears through these holes. After pulling the ears through, I sewed the hat and the mask together, stitching it so that the holes were attached to the base of the ear. Finally, I cut two holes in the masks’ face, for when it would be time to make the eyes.

The next part would take much more time, so I decided to take a 6 hour nap so that I could be more focused while making the more complicated parts of the costume.

When I awoke, I immediately got to work on the metallic, graphite, and glass based pieces. First, I wanted to get the only glass based pieces out of the way; the eyes. I took a sheet of one inch thick plexiglass and used a color spectrum manipulation spell on it. This spell would make in so that to me, the glass would appear clear and see-through; but to everyone else it would be a slightly darker sky-blue.

The next step would have to be done carefully, as to not damage myself. I looked into a mirror and, putting the plexiglass up to my face, began to magically cut the glass to outline my eye. Once this was done, I took a blow torch to each eye piece until they became curved at the ends.

I turned to the mask, and using magic, quickly attached the eye pieces to the holes in the mask. I then took some time to make thin, polished graphite rings to go around the eyes, so they could conceal where the fabric and the glass met.

I knew then that it was time for the armored pieces of the costume to come into play, but I will spare you the details. Needless to say though, that I knew as soon as I started welding, molding and crafting; that I was going to be doing this for a while.

Done... they were all finally done. After hours of grueling, sweaty blacksmithing, I had finally made all of the armor for the costume.

First I made the hoof guards. I created a padded hoof guard base, so it would be comfortable when I walk, run, or gallop. I covered the padding with graphite, and then made the rest of the hoof guard with reinforced carbon, the design coming out similar to that of the royal hoof guards the princesses wear.

The second part was the gauntlets. I decided to make them out of reinforced graphite, a light weight material that can defend against most standard offenses, with a thin layer of carbon underneath. I thought about something I would need as an offense, and came up with the grandest idea; in each arm gauntlet, there were three sets of three steel blades that would come out of the sides of the gauntlets.

All these blades were housed in mechanisms that responded to my magic; a push would extend them, a pull would retract, and a pulse would launch them from the gauntlet a high speeds. The back leg gauntlets would have blades as well that stick out of the back.

Last but not least were the ears and cape. For the ears, I simply put graphite on the inner ear part, attaching it to the hat as well as the ear piece. The cape however, was a different story entirely.

The cape was made of silk, nylon and Teflon, but that wasn’t all. I needed this cape to be perfect, and if I wanted it to be just that, I needed a certain... spell.

I dragged the cape into a dark room with some chalk, setting it down on the ground. I grabbed my chalk and drew the incantation circle I needed. Once the circle was done around the cape, I drew three symbols in the walls of the circle and around the cape; the sun, the moon and Equestria.

Stepping back from the circle, I began to chant a spell that I learned long ago, but never thought I would use;

I bless this cloth in the name of the three.

The circle illuminated, giving off a bright glow. I continued the spell.

I call upon the princess of the light,

so with this I can go forth into the sky and take flight!

The sun illuminated, spitting fourth white flames. I could feel the power growing.

I call upon the princess of the night,

so that this will hide me from my enemies,

and show them my might!

The moon lit up, spitting fourth its own blue-ish black flames. I saw that both the sun and moons flames had increased in size and the power in the room had grown again.

And I call upon the gods in the Eternal Lands,

so that this may bend, shape and harden... at my COMMAND!

With the final words spoken, the picture of Equestria shot forth rainbow flames. The magic in the room had become so intense, it pushed me into a wall and held me there.

The flames of each circle had joined above the cape, forming a giant orb of pure magic. Finally, the orb of magic broke, pouring its contents onto the cape below it and causing a bright flash of light, temporarily blinding me.

When my vision returned, the circle was gone, and the cape lie there; smoking. I walked over to the cape, levitating it with me back to the costume.

When I attached the cape to the costume, I knew that finishing touches were in order. I gave the suit itself kinetic barriers for defense. I strengthened the overall suit with a durability charm. I enchanted the glass that would cover my eyes so that I could enable things like night vision, X-ray, etc. the graphite eardrums received a resonator spell, so that I could manipulate my hearing efficiency. And last but not least, the suit received a cloud hex, for walking on clouds of course.

Now that the whole costume was done, I had one more thing to do; pocket storage. Focusing my magic, I created a small pocket universe in my mind; then focusing on the costume, I slowly but surely transferred the costume into the universe. I watched as the suit slowly disintegrated, forming deep within my mind, until every bit of it had disappeared into storage.

Now that the suit was in storage, I wanted to test out the summon capability. I focused on the suit in my mind and visualized it forming on me; forming a mirror in front of me; fixing whatever problems there were as I went. Until finally as I opened my eyes; I was graced with the image of me in costume reflecting in the mirror.

It was marvelous, absolutely amazing, the only problem was color. I decided that the lower part of the back-legs and forelegs should be a near-black shade of blue-ish purple, this color scheme would go up the inner side of the foreleg in a line and fuse with the middle of the chest.

The chest would carry an upside-down triangle shape with this color; going from shoulder to shoulder, descending down, having the pointed end of the triangle stop at the midsection.

The color would also extend up the outer back legs, going along the flanks and sides in a line and meeting the triangle at the exact place the forelegs do. The eyes would be a faded sky-blue, the cape would be the same color as the lower back-legs and forelegs, but slightly darker. So would the mask, hat and the M on the chest. Everything else would be a very dark purple, including the stripe on the base of the hat.

Before I put the costume away, I did 2 things. One, I noticed that every time I look in a reflection, I can see my eyes through the glass, so I modified the spectrum spell so that if it’s just a reflection, the eyes will show up blue. Two, I tested out the cape.

The first test was flight. I centered my magic on the concept of flight, as well as my thoughts, and before I knew it; air had flooded the underside of my cape, making me hit my head on the ceiling.

The second test was strength and stealth. For strength, I merely whipped my cape at a nearby mannequin… slicing its head off. For stealth, I looked in the mirror and covered myself in the cape. Through the cape I could see the mirror, and in the mirror… was nothing.

I grinned with delight at my success, but I wasn’t done yet. The third test, shape shifting basically, was the last one. I used my cape to form a few objects in rapid succession; a shield, a pair of wings, a… blade.

I found myself looking at two gigantic blades, near identical to the one from the first nightmare I had. I began swinging them in the air, practicing combat strikes and blocks. I did this for a good few minutes until I heard a slicing noise next to me and felt added weight to my left blade. I looked to my left and saw what the added weight was; and immediately became dead silent.

There, impaled on my left blade, was Joey, from my dream. His eyes were white; his skin was pale; and there was blood leaking from his big, toothy grin. Before I could even question what was going on, he spoke, and his words were so frightening; I still remember them to this day.

I BELIEVE!

I woke up on the floor with a jolt, chilled to the bone. As I looked around the room, I was able to piece together the events leading up to my unconscious state. There was a piece of welding equipment swinging back and forth, as if something hit it. I figure that while fooling around, I must have hit the tool and dozed off, which led me to decide that I was too exhausted to do anymore, and the testing would have to come tomorrow.

That night, when I went to sleep, I did not dream, but instead just saw a black abyss, punctuated by whispers.

Why do you run?

Embrace me, embrace yourself.

Make them believe in us.

You shall become their reckoning.

It just kept going on and on, but I didn’t let it wake me; for I had plans tomorrow that required rest.

Yes . . . BIG plans.