Dylan's POV

Man, I haven't physically exhausted myself like that in forever. The worst part about it though was I wasn't able to get a moments rest, because Rarity had decided that it was her turn to dish out her 'punishment'. At the very least it isn't too strenuous, just mainly me standing around while she tells me what she needs and what she doesn't, but, that was easier said than done.

When we had first arrived in her home I thought that it was the fanciest place I had ever seen! That had lasted until we had gotten to her 'work area', geez, I know a thing or two about organized messes, but are you freaking serious?! There was cloth hanging in multiple different areas, and I couldn't tell if one one bundle of thread was tangled with another one!

But I guess I deserve at least this much, lying is wrong, and this will definitely burn that knowledge into my skull. As I looked around I noticed that she had multiple different pieces of paper with designs on them, they were very impressive, the level of detail was astonishing, if I didn't have to worry about being punished I'd make a few sketches myself. Anyways I also noticed that when she started working she had a pair of red fashionista glasses, huh, she must have the same problem I have when looking up close at something.

"Dylan dear, would you be a darling and fetch me my scissors?" Uhh, oh that's right, I was helping her, now where in the blazes are those cursed scrissors?!

"Guuh, yeah, sure, just give me, a, quick, second." I hurried, opening every drawer, but even the inside of her drawers were all in disarray, I was starting to get anxious, just how much accessories does she have access to?! It doesn't help that I need to squint in order to see any of the smaller things she had.

"Is everything alright? Do you require my assistance in locating a simple pair of scissors?" Okay, ouch, that was mean, oh man, I should have brought my glasses with me! I can see fine without them, but when I'm looking for something like 'that' in a place like 'this', and it's not like I can just go to my car and get them, mainly because I can't remember where I parked it.

"U-uuh, d-don't worry, e-everything's fine, I've got this under control!" I jumbled out, this isn't good, whenever I'm in a hurry, my concentration wavers and I can't focus that well, soon all I'll be able to see is blurred splotches. 'Okay, calm down, don't get overwhelmed by this, it's fine, oh man how I really wish I'd brought my glasses with me in the first place!' I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose, it's no good, my vision is already getting a little faded.

"I do believe that these are what you're looking for?" I opened my eyes and jolted in surprise, I looked over at her to see what she was holding, my vision slowly started to return to normal, in her hand was a pair of silver scissors, and her face, oh, she was apparently very ticked off, and there was practically an aura of frustration surrounding her.

"Eheehhee~ I guess they are?" I tried to deescalate the situation while rubbing the back of my head sheepishly.

She let out a sigh of exasperation, "Well it seems clear to me that having you help me work was a grievous error on my part," well, there goes most of my dignity, "very well then, now I have another task I'd like you to do, and it should be so simple that even someone of your calibre should be able to fulfill." Uhh, I feel like she insulted me, but I'm also unsure of how.

"A-alright, what is it you need me to do?" I really hope that she won't try and ask me to do anything too out of the ordinary.

She gave me a reassuring smile, one that, from someone as pretty as her, got me a tad flustered. "I'd like for you to do my laundry."

Wait, what?

30 minutes later...

"Man, what does she think I am? Some kind of butler guy?" I didn't like this, not one bit of it, it's not that I don't like doing laundry, it's just the fact that I'm handling Rarity's laundry, and yes, that includes her, ahem, 'undergarments'. Just thinking about it set my whole face ablaze, I've been on this world for so long, I know that I said my tastes were more set on human, but nowadays I've been starting to see everyone in a whole new light, and being 17 doesn't exactly help.

"Let's just get this done and over with so I can at least try to rebuild my pride as a man." I encouraged myself, finishing up by placing the damp clothes on the laundry line, at least I think that's what it's called, I usually use a washer and dryer. 'Actually now that I think about it, I haven't really done my laundry since I first got to this world.' As I finished up I paused at that thought, before bringing the sleeve of my shirt to my nose.

*sniff* Oohhhh! I immediately retracted my face it smelled like sweat, and, sour apples? Well, that just won't do, So, like any sensible person would, I removed my denim top.

"There we go, that feels a little better, now I don't feel as filthy, still." I already did Rarity's laundry, so what's the harm in doing a little bit of my own as well?

I walked over towards the pale that I used to wash all of Rarity's clothes. First I began to scrub it till I was sure that any of the previous filth and stench had left, after that I proceeded to shake away any excess water, now to twist as much water as I can out of it, "Alright, here we go-*RIIIIP*" Ehh?

Rarity's POV

... "Did I just hear the horrid sound of cloth being torn?" I took off my 'work' glasses and punched the bridge of my muzzle, 'Don't tell me that he can't even do laundry correctly?'

Dylan's POV

What was that noise just now? I immediately checked to see if my pants had ripped, phew, thank god, they're still intact.

Wait, if it wasn't my pants, then what, made, that... ohh.

I looked back at what was supposed to just be a dirty shirt, what I saw was a 'former' almost ripped in two shirt, 'my' shirt to be exact, the shirt my dad lent to me before he disappeared to this world, the one with absolutley no replacement in this world.

"U-uhh, t-this, is p-pretty bad, i-isn't it?" My voice came out pretty shaky, I tried to calm myself down, but how could I!? My eyes were set in a look of disbelief, I could start to feel them sting, and I felt my throat tighten and dry.

"No. Noo," my voice became lost as it came out as nothing more than a whisper, my grip on my most precious belonging tightened to the point that my hands started to hurt, but, it didn't hurt as much as what I'm feeling right now, "I knew it was getting old, but, b-but." My breathing began to become labored, my throat becoming too dry for me to speak properly.

I began to curl up clutching the item to my chest, I didn't care if I looked like a fool, I didn't care if anyone else saw me, I just, don't care.

Rarity's POV

He'd better not have ruined my precious lingerie, I swear if has even torn a single strand on it I'll-

What I saw wasn't what I was expecting, my clothes looked to be in pristine condition, however, that was a stark contrast to how dear Dylan was acting right now, he was clutching something close to him, now that I've got a closer look at him, why isn't he wearing his shirt!?

Wait, is that? My eyes widened in recognition at what he was holding, or rather, the material, when I had first seen it I had honestly never seen anything like it, but I could also tell that it wasn't just the design of it, ghastly as it would have been, it was actually starting to show signs of its thread loosening.

I sighed in relief that it wasn't one of my precious lingerie, "So that's what that noise was, you gave me quite the scare there darling." I sat down next to him to get a better look at the fabric and see if it would be possible to create my own version of it. "Really, I thought you might have gone and ruined one of my favorite sleep-wear."

It looks like he just recently washed it, I was going to tell him to do so but was to infuriated with him for lying to not only me, but my friends too. I extended my arm to feel the texture of the rather interesting design, only for him to slap my hand away almost instantly.

My eyes widened in shock, I was about to reprimand him, and demand to know why he'd do such a thing. Only for the expression upon his face to stop me dead in my tracks, and to leave me speechless.

For added effect play 'sadness and sorrow' your choice!

He had a frown marring his face, but I could tell it wasn't directed at me, and there were tears streaming down his face like the pouring rain, but his eyes, which were usually filled to the brim with the most pure of innocence and life, were now drowned in sadness and sorrow, it wasn't something that belonged on that face, nor should someone like him be experiencing something like this.

Then I noticed it, he was trembling.

Dylan's POV

My eyes widened in shock, it was Rarity, oh no, I only acted on instinct. "I-I'm s-sorry! I-I didn't k-know it was y-you!" I struggled to find the right words, and my vision was also extremely faded, I could barely make anything out now, only what was withing a few inches from me, and I couldn't stop trembling. I tried to wipe my my eyes with my forearm, only for more tears to fall down. "I-I'm pathetic, a-aren't I? B-but, I-I can't help it! I don't k-know why I'm getting so worked up o-over s-something like this!" I managed to choke the words out, but even then, I couldn't tell her why I felt this way.

"I'm s-sorry that I'm such a burden to y-you guys." I began to remember back to when I was little, everyone would always make fun of me for getting so emotional over something as 'stupid' and 'simple' as this, the same thing applied for everything else that I saw as differently from everyone else, so far as to calling me a 'freak', and now that I'm in a different world, everything they said is now coming back to haunt me.

"You, probably think I'm a freak d-don't you?" I could feel my features soften, but my grip on my shirt only tightened.

Rarity's POV

What, why did he say such awful things about himself?

I was going to ask him what he meant but was once again stopped by his expression, his face softened and his eyes now looked lost and scared, and showed so much grief, I could barely stand it.

I tried to find my words but they would not come to me, then I noticed something, it wasn't much, but it told me everything, he was afraid of my response.

My next reaction took even me by surprise.

Dylan's POV

My eyes widened in shock, and my trembling stopped, I could barely register what just happened with my vision as it is, but I could see it, clear as day, Rarity had lunged towards me and wrapped her arms around me, embracing me, giving me a feeling that I hadn't felt for so long.

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I curled up into her, and the dam burst, I cried into her shoulder with so much passion, and my grip had finally loosened a little.

2 hours later...

I had cried for so long that my eyes were nearly bloodshot, Rarity was there comforting me the whole time, "You know, this shirt used to belong to my dad," I had finally croaked out, my throat was still so dry from my emotional breakdown, "he used to tell me all kinds of crazy adventures he'd have while wearing this thing," a nostalgic smile crept it's way onto my face, "I loved those stories, so you can imagine how much it meant to me when he gave it to me, although," I let out a small laugh looking down at the ruined shirt, "it didn't quite fit me at the time, I had to roll up the sleeves just to be able to poke my fingers out."

She let out a small giggle at that, "It sounds truly heartwarming dear," she smiled at me and again I got all flustered because of it, "but something as precious as that shouldn't be tossed away."

She got up from sitting next to me and began to stretch, we'd been sitting here for quite awhile, "Alright, but what can I do? I don't know the first thing about stitching something together, much less denim."

"Now who said anything about just stitching darling?" She looked at me with a new kind of twinkle in her eye, and for some reason, I had a feeling I was about to know a whole new side of Rarity.

Kenneth's POV

Geez, that brat of mine sure knows how to make a small commotion, I had originally come out here to warn him about 'that time', but it would seem like I'd just be intruding on the moment.

But looking at it now, I'm glad I didn't go down there, 'I don't feel like getting groped every which way just to get a new set of clothes, sorry son, but I don't envy you.' I thought with a sweatdrop on the side of my head.

"I guess there's always next time kiddo, and good luck, hopefully your sense of fashion will be better than mine." I said to no one in particular, but it's the thought that counts I guess.

Author's Note

So, what did you guys think? Did you like it, or should I go back and make some changes? Please let me know so I can improve upon this, also just three more ponies left in the mane 6! Also if you have a suggestion on a scenario for them, I'm more than happy to hear it! Have an awesome day ya'll!