The Clown and the Mare

After a while of crying, she went back to her room, to think of what to do next. After many hours of trying to find a way to do, something, anything to help her marefriend, she found that there was nothing that she could do to help her. She went to sleep crying that night.

The next day she reluctantly got out of bed, brushed her teeth, got her bag, and feed Gummy for the day.“Bye Gummy,” she solemnly said, walking out the door and closing it behind her, leaving the desk lamp on for her pet, as he stared blankly at a random spot in the room.

Pinkie never like her first period, never. So after seeing her friend get abused, being powerless to help her the other day. She wanted to scream in a combination of angst, and boredom. The only thing keeping her from snapping, is her Algebra teacher, Cheerilee, who always helped her through class, and always supported her with problems in school, and her crush on Rarity. Without her than she’d go crazy.

During class, Cheerilee noticed that Pinkie Pie wasn’t feeling herself, the fact that she didn’t gleefully welcome the whole class like she normally did (despite how annoying it can get), her face was down sadly jotting down notes like she's completely given up hope in the world. But she continued with class, and made a mental note to talk to her after class. When the bell rung, the class started to exit the small class room.

“Remember everypony, that the test is going to be on Friday, Study,” Cheerilee reminded the class, “Pinkie I’d like to talk to you.”

Pinkie walked over to the teacher's desk, her face showed a glimmer of hope that she could finally know what to do.

“I noticed that you were, uh, hurt in my class,” Cheerilee said, “ is there something you’d like to talk about?”

“It’s about Rarity,” Pinkie said.

“What about her?”

“I think she may need my help.”

“How so?”

Pinkie didn’t know how to approach it. On one hand if her teacher knew about it, it could help Rarity, but she wouldn’t
have any proof of any of it.

“Well, I think that Rarity is being abused at home.” Pinkie blurted out, then covered her mouth immediately after, “but I don’t have any proof of it, but my own memory, so if I approach anyone about it, they wouldn’t believe me. What do I do?”

“I’d talk to her about the abuse and try to work something out,” Cheerilee answered.

Pinkie smiled. She hugged her teacher and thanked her for her help. Cheerilee wrote her a pass for second period, which she was going to be late for because of their talk, and Pinkie was going to talk to Rarity at lunch about everything that happened yesterday.

Fourth period, was somehow even more draining than every other period she had this year. She wasn’t sure why, at least what’s the main reason, could be because of it’s head banging topic, philosophy, or maybe the fact that it is right before lunch, no maybe it could be because of it’s teacher, Cranky (who is a donkey, as in the actually donkey). Perhaps however it was all the above. She always hated going to philosophy class, but today she would start to hate on this day, this day where her friend was harmed yesterday, and she wanted to know if she was alright or not. The last two minutes of class in particular were the most agonizing experiences of the day. Finally, the bell rung ranky reminded the class about an assignment, that Pinkie didn’t listen about. Pinkie got in the cafeteria line, got her food, and went to find her friend. She looked all across the cafeteria, and didn’t see her anywhere. When she finally gave up she saw her sitting on her own, on the far side of the cafeteria, were no other student ever sat because, well they always sat next to their friends. Pinkie Pie went to where Rarity was sitting and sat down next to her.

“Hey,” Pinkie Pie said in a low voice.

Rarity looked up to see her marefriend, she didn’t show it, but she was happy to see that she was alright. She pulled up a chair for Pinkie to sit in, Pinkie put her tray on the table and sat down on the seat next to Rarity.

“How are you doing?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Good,” Rarity said, as casually as she could sound.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your father?” Pinkie asked curiously.

“I just,… it’s because, ...uh,” Rarity tried to answer, “I just didn’t want to hurt any chances that my father accepting me.”

“So, you want the approval of the person who’d harm his husband, and his daughter?’ Pinkie Pie gave a questioning look.

“I, just hoped that there was something else other than the side of him that hurts me and Dainty Dream.”

“Who?”

“My other dad,” Rarity said, “he was the stallion that tried to calm down Hothead, my other father.”

“How is Dainty?” Pinkie asked, concerned of that stallions well being

“He is doing as well as I am,” Rarity said unsure of her answer.

“What’s he like?”

“He is the kindest, and caring pony I ever knew. He always stood up for me the best he could, he always tried his best to help, and support me.” As Rarity told Pinkie about her dad, her voice began to crack, she quickly attempted to disguise sorrow, even when tears started to descend from her eyes.

“You don’t have to go on if it hurts you, Rarity,” Pinkie said.

“Alright,” Rarity said, wiping away the tears.

“Rarity,” Pinkie began.

“Yes?” Rarity responded.

“I think you and Dainty should leave Hotheads house,” Pinkie said, anxiously, she knew that this may not be to popular
with her even after what happened yesterday.

Rarity didn’t respond immediately, she simply looked down at her food. She refused to make eye contact at Pinkie, she
didn’t know what to think about her friend. She knew that she was only trying to help, but there this would come with some problems that would arise from this.

“I don’t think that would be so good,” Rarity simply said, looking up.

“Why?”

“We wouldn’t have anywhere to go,” Rarity explained, “He doesn’t have any immediate family that would be willing to help us.”

Pinkie looked down, she had to do something, say anything.

“You, and your dad can stay at my apartment,” Pinkie offered.

“You don’t have to,…”

“I know, but if it means the two of you, can live anywhere else, it’d be worth it.”

“But, there's another reason why he doesn’t leave, Hothead constantly hurts, and…” Rarity started to sob again upon
repeating what happens to her and her other dad.

“I know, I know, but,” Pinkie was starting to crack, she didn’t know what to do, “can we, call the police?”

“I don’t think that the police, will believe a couple of teenagers, that my father is abusing me, and my other father.”

Pinkie started to tear up, she wasn’t sure what to do, to help her friend.

“We need to try something,” Pinkie Pie, tried to say though her tears,”if it means that you could be happy, then I’d be
willing to risk it.”

Rarity was about to object to it, but she couldn’t think of anything to objected to.

“Alright we can give it a shoot,” Rarity submitted to Pinkie’s attempt to help. Pinkie smiled softly.

Pinkie Pie smiled, tears glimmering in her eyes, both smiled at each other, then went to finally eat their lunch. They finished their lunch rather quickly, and continued to talk to each other about school, hobbies, and Rarity asked about Gummy.

“He’s doing OK,” Pinkie chirped.

“Great,” Rarity smiled back.

Pinkie was about to speak when they heard the bell ring signalling the students to return to class. The two mares
exchanged a sad glance at one another and got up, got their trays to put them in a pile on the counter so they could be cleaned by the custodians. Rarity wanted to stay with Pinkie just a little while long, just to tell her that she loved him.
Pinkie felt the same way, but unlike Rarity, Pinkie was just happy that she got to talk to her one more time. So with that
Pinkie rushed, to her 6th period, mentally running through what she was about to do by the end of the day.