The Clown and the Mare

Rarity walked down the hall, into a lobby that was flooded with students exiting the building to return to their homes, or go out with their friends to do something that they’ve been dying to do all day. Once she was out of the building, and walked to the sidewalk she noticed Dainty on the other side of the street. Rarity smiled to see her father was okay, after what happened to him yesterday. She always loved it when he picked her up from school. He always helped her at any problem that she had at school, and always did his best to calm her down when Hothead’s abuse of herself. She rushed over to him and hugged him as hard as she could. Dainty hugged her back, and smiled.

“I love you dad,” Rarity said, smiling warmly.

“I love you, too” Dainty Chuckled.

Rarity kept her forelegs around her father for a minute, Dainty showing a glimmer of discomfort. When Rarity finally let go they proceed to walk home. The trip was largely silent for a while, until Rarity decided to break the silence.

“Um, dad,” Rarity begun, but didn’t finish.

“Yes,” Dainty answered.

“Are you OK?” Rarity asked sheepishly.

Dainty stopped and looked at his daughter with a look that said, “What do you mean?”

“With yesterday, and,” Rarity elaborated, “ and with my father, and you…”

“Yes,” Dainty said timidly, clearly lying.

“I can tell you're not telling the truth.”

“Rarity please--”

“No! I can tell that you are not ok, because of, of, my father. He’s hurting you.”

“Rarity, please be quite,” Dainty said irritated, yet trying to remain calm.

Rarity backed down her ears drooping, “Sorry, it’s just, it’s just…”

“I know,you're just worried about me,” Dainty apologetically said, “Sorry I raised my voice, I know you were just worried about me.”

Rarity walked to her father and hugged him, she started to tear up. Then he started to sob. Rarity noticed, and reared her
head around to meet his eyes.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Rarity asked.

Dainty hesitated, yet after a few minutes, he finally gave an answer.

“Oh, I, it’s just, it’s…” he tried to say through sobs, “you, and that mare you brought home.”

“What about me, and,” she paused for a moment, “Pinkie Pie?”

“Yes,” he said, “it’s just how your father treated you and her, and how much I know that she cared for you.”

“Yeah, she… she really does,” Rarity trailed off a little at the mention of Pinkie. She loved her, she was the only other pony
who she ever felt close to. Sure she did have other marefriends, although they never worked out. She was with Rainbow for a while but, she was possibly the most irritating mare that was in the school, really. She always bragged about herself the entire time they were together, and she always had to have the last word in every argument, and feud they got into, or when some idiot flirted with me, or her, by saying something stupid like, “If you feel like swinging the other way I’d be happy to obliged,” or “ If you’d like a real stallion instead of some tom colt, I’m all yours,” (Damn, all those comments were so stupid, she felt as if her brain was rotting away). However, they still are friends and Rainbow had become more tolerable, and she is still willing to be friends, in fact the first person who she talked to about Pinkie Pie, and having a new marefriend, and advice was her, when she saw the two of them sitting together at lunch. She just told her to just play it cool, and to be confident about herself. Rarity was surprised that she was taking it well considering that, well, they used to date, and even kissed once or twice.

“Of course, I’m okay with it,” Rainbow said, “ We may have dated, but we’re not now, and we’re still friends.”

“Oh, alright,” Rarity smiled, before she and Dash had left to their next class.

“I just feel that there must've been something else that I could’ve…”

“There’s was nothing you could’ve done,” Rarity comforted him.

“I just hope that you and your friend could still be friends,” Dainty said. Rarity paused, and grinned, Dainty had noticed Rarity’s grin.

“Rarity,” Dainty began, grinning, wildly, ”why are you smiling, like that?”

“Oh, well we are still friends,” rarity answered, “well, more than friends actually.”

Dainty smiled and hugged his daughter harder than before, and Rarity hugged back as hard as him. They stayed like that for a minute or two longer before Dainty let go.

“We better get going we, don’t want to keep your father waiting,” Dainty said.

“Um, dad, I’d better tell you something else now that you reminded me of it. I told Pinkie about how my father treats you, and she said that she would call the police on him.” Rarity said, then braced herself for her father's responds. Dainty looked panicked, the first thing he did, was shoot a barrage of questions at Rarity, like:

“You did what? Why did you tell her? Do you know what your father will do to us? Where will we go afterwards?…”

Rarity walked to him and hugged him again which calmed him down enough for her to explain what Pinkie Pie was
thinking of, Such as where they’ll live until they can get back on their hooves, and what they’ll do throughout the whole thing. After Rarity explained it all Dainty had agreed to trust Pinkies plan, hesitantly but still agreed.

They continued walking home in almost complete silence, until a quest had popped in Rarity’s mind. A question that she had ever since she had been with her current parents.

“Dad,” Rarity begun.

“Yes?” Dainty asked.

“How did you and dad get together?”

“That Rarity I think I’ll save for another time because it looks like we are home.” Dainty said obviously not wanting to tell her daughter the details of their engagement.

They walked through the door and Rarity went up to her room to work on her homework, while Dainty worked on dinner.