The Voices (In My Head Again)

“We’re here!” Pinkie Pie announces

“Ugh, where are we and why am I floating?” Sketch asks.

“Rarity’s shop and you’re floating cause you’re too heavy to carry.” Twi a

“Cool… who is she again?”

“The element of generosity.”

“What?”

“One of the six elements of harmony.”

“Who?”

“Ugh never mind just come in.”

“I would but it seems you are making that choice for me by levitating me in, but it’s cool, I didn’t have any plans anyway.”

“Of course you don’t, besides talking with me about your studies you have done nothing but sleep and eat.”

“And bury you in pancakes,” Sketch says.

“That sounds yummy!” Pinkie cheers.

“It was, til she threw all but two away.”

“You’re the one who used all our pancake batter in the fridge, now I have to go buy more.”

“Yeah, that was poor planning on your part, if anyone should be sorry it's you Sparkle butt.” Sketch apologizes.

“I didn't throw them all away just most, we still have some in the fridge, maybe we can have breakfast for dinner,”Twilight adds

“Yay pancake dinner!” Sketch says

“You sure are easy to please.”

“Yup, I’m a simple man Twilight, ain’t hard to keep me entertained. Coffee is also good.”

“Good, maybe we can stop by the local cafe and see if they are looking for help,” Twilight recommends.

“Yeah, I need something to do while I’m here I guess.”

“Yeah, look, we’re here!” Twilight says as they stand in front of a building that read Carousel boutique.

“Huh, you’d think a carousel would be looked down upon here.” Sketch ponders aloud.

“Why do you say that?” Pinkie asks.

“Back home carousels usually have horses to ride on and-”

“What’s wrong with horses?”

“Let me finish, jeez, they were impaled through the chest and out their back by a large pole used to keep the rider of the horse from falling off as the carousel spins.”

“Eesh, that is morbid.”

“I know, and I didn’t put two and two together about the idea until I was thirteen.”

“What are you two doing standing out there, come in come...in… Twilight?” The alabaster white unicorn asks, “What is that you’re holding?”

“Hi, I’m Sketch! Can you let me down please Twi?” Sketch asks politely to which Twilight abides as she sets him down on the ground gently.”Thank you.”

“Twi? Only her friends call her that, are you one of her new pupils to study friendship and magic here in ponyville?” The unicorn asks.

“Nope, and I think we are friends, right?” Sketch looks back to Twilight as she nods affirmatively.” Yeah, we’re friends.”

“Oh lovely, my name is Rarity and I am the element of generosity and a fashion designer for those who want to look chic, unique, and magnifique.” She announces as if she has rehearsed it a hundred times in front of her mirror.

“Well, I’m here for some more clothes.”

“Wonderful! Let’s get you in and measured.” Rarity says as she leads the group into the boutique.

As they measure Sketch Rarity motions Sketch to take off his signature trench coat that he wore twenty-four seven.

“Can you measure me with my trench coat on?”

“I am sorry dear, but to accurately measure you you must discard that horrid trench coat.”

“It isn’t horrid, it is my favorite piece of clothing, it is also good for holding things,” Sketch says as he reveals the insides of the trench coat this elicits a gasp from the mares.

“What?”

“Why do you have knives?” Rarity asks in shock.

“Oh, for LARPing.”

“Is that some sort of battle arena?” Twilight asks.

“It is fake fighting with foam weapons see?” Sketch says as he withdraws one of his knives and drags it across his throat much to the mares’ dismay he remains unharmed.

“But why so many?”

“These are called throwies in the LARPing community. But I use them to distract my enemy, first, I juggle them three to five at a time and then while I draw their attention to the ones I'm juggling I throw one at them killing them.” This doesn’t seem to help Sketch so he quickly adds,” Not really killing them, they just play dead til the battle is over.”

“Oh, maybe Spike and Big Mac would be interested in that, what do you think Twilight?” Pinkie Pie asks enthusiastically.

“Well, they do do fantasy hoofball and DNP,” Twilight says.

“DNP?” Sketch asks.

“Dungeons and Ponies.”Pinkie Pie answers.

“Sweet! Can I play?” Sketch asks in excitement.

“First we have got to get you out of that coat.” Rarity orders.

“Fine, wait, why measure me when you can just make a pattern from the clothes I’m already wearing?” Sketch asks

“He does make a good point rarity.” Twilight agrees.

“Fine, now if you don’t mind take off your clothes.” Rarity orders once again.

“Whoa Rarity I didn’t know you liked me that way, I mean we just met,” Sketch says jokingly as he disrobes down to only his boxer briefs.

“Those too.” Rarity demands.

“Sorry but I am not comfortable with being naked in a room full of… mares?”

“Yes, that is the correct term,” Twilight confirms.

“Well yeah, you aren’t getting me out of these without three dates and lots of liquor.” Sketch informs.” But I doubt even drunk it’d work, I’m not into ponies that way.”

“Are you always so crude?” Rarity asks.

“Only when I’m in my underwear surrounded by women I’ve known for less than a week who inform me I need to strip.” Sketch answers.

“Fair enough.” Rarity says as she takes his shirt and pants into her back room to make the patterns for his new clothes.

With Rarity in the back Sketch is left almost naked in a cold shop, this was a sad day for Sketch, thankfully he still had his trench coat to cover up in.

“Is your species normally hairless?”

“Yes, but in my case, I am a hairy guy, I blame my dad.”

“So that’s why you have arm, leg, chest and back hair.”

“Stop looking!” Sketch shouts as he curls up into a ball so he could be fully covered by his trench coat.

“Why are you so shy? We are naked and you don’t see us freaking out.” Twilight asks.

“You have tails to cover your privates and the stallions have a sheath while my genitals are swinging in the breeze! And once again I don’t feel comfortable being naked around women I just met.”

“Well you won’t be naked anymore, I will have you a week’s worth of clothes made in one week, here are your clothes back.” Rarity informs as she levitates Sketch’s clothes back to him and he hurriedly puts them back on.

“Thanks, but how will I pay you?” Sketch inquires.

“Whenever you have the bits.” Rarity states.

“What are bits?” Sketch asks

“Our currency.” Twi answers

“Oh, okay, how many bits will this cost me?”

“I’d say for a custom job like this, hmmm, how do fifty bits sound?”

“Seems fair, but where will I work?”

“Like we’ve pointed out to you before there’s a coffee shop slash cafe in town you can work at.”

“Alright, take me to it.” Sketch suggests so he can pay back Rarity back as fast as possible.