It was a cold day in Ponyville; the snow covered everything that had dared to be below it. Even the playground with it’s swing set was covered. There was no place the snow could not reach and Rarity was with her laptop sitting alone on a red bench that had a good amount of rust on it’s frame. She was browsing her favorite website Fashionistas Frenzy, a venerable amount of users from all over the world were posting different artistic fashion prints that were pasted from their own pictures.
She liked to put some designs on the site, she had a good amount of them uploaded and she had plenty of views on them. Some comments that regarded her style as something fresh and filled with gems. It was truly a real experience that Rarity cherished, she loved hearing from professionals and normals alike. Whether it was how flavorful her choice of material was, to the very lengthy explanations to how people felt about the piece. All of this coalesced into a very cheerful disposition for the fashion pony. She just couldn’t get enough of reading feedback about her products.
Content with her reservoir of complements, Rarity set the laptop to the side and took a container that was full of hot coffee. From her bag she pulled out a coffee cup and let the contents drip down into it, hot smoke floated out from the top of the drink as it sat in the cup. She took a sniff of the decadent smell and easily drank the liquid in a few sips, it was very chilly with the cold temperature nipping at her skin. Gladly, she had her coffee and her positive outlook in the world. The only thing left to do was get back home before Sweetie Belle got any more ideas on what was fashionable and would try to use her materials to make something gaudy.
She knew what Sweetie was capable of and had to keep an eye on her for any chance she had left her alone. Though it was worth it to come out of the boutique for a short while, since it began snowing and she usually enjoyed going out there at the first signs. Rarity stretched her body and pushed her legs down to the snow to lift herself up with her own meager strength. She turned to the laptop that was sitting beside her and nearly picked it up before hearing a notification beep. To Rarity, it must have been somepony that was adding to her collection of praise, and she sat back down just for one more look.
The laptop’s flat top was pushed up by Rarity’s hoof. She turned it on once again and moved the cursor towards the hidden icon. A click and she saw the logo of her favorite website to which she scrolled down with haste. She looked upon it as it had one star out of five, with a few words that Rarity read.
It’s bucking manure, it’s just a bunch of fabric interwoven with a few gems, amateurish and way too simplistic
Rarity’s eyes inflamed with furious rage, she slammed her hoof on the red bench and angrily typed a reply to the gentlemen who would deface her accomplishment.
Excuse me! That isn’t a very representable way of describing my fine weaving, I suggest you calm yourself with that demeanor!
Then, a few moments later, a reply blurb from the critic was made.
You're a poopy face!
Rarity snarled, it was insulting enough that the critiquer had typed such a thing, but now he was calling her a poopy face!? She scrolled over to the forum that the user was accustomed to, which had placed numerous supposed terrible designs. She started copy pasting images of turds in masse over the entry wall and posted “Who's a poopy face now!” over and over again in the group. Ponies who naturally surveyed the group called for moderators to call down the madness that was Rarity’s shitposting.
“I shall not be contained, you will feel my wrath!” she said to herself.
Then, as Rarity clicked on the post button to further continue her crusade, it wouldn’t continue. Suddenly, the screen changed and showed her to be locked out of her account, with a ban streak on her name. There was nothing she could do, no matter how hard she tried to log back in, it would only stay the same. Tears starting forming through her eyes and dripped down her cheeks.
“Noooooooo!” she screamed out to the heavens.
Rarity arrived home, she screeched open the door Carousel Boutique and found Sweetie Belle sitting alone bored in one of the couches. She sat down near Sweetie as she said “hello”, before covering her eyes in shame.
“What's wrong Rarity, didn’t you have a good time in the snow?”
Rarity pouted; tears flowing out her eyes.
“Oh Sweetie Belle, if only the internet wasn’t such a cruel place!”, Rarity waved her hooves in the air, it was just too much to bare. “If only I didn’t get banned, I would have learned the error of my ways!”
Sweetie Belle smirked, before giving a chuckle.
“Let me guess, you got banned from Fashionistas Frenzy huh?”
Rarity nodded, before blowing snot into a napkin.
“Yea, I was banned too, they called my work something made by a foal and I just couldn’t take it.”
Rarity eyes sparkled.
“You got banned too, Well, I guess not taking criticism is apart of the family, I guess I did blow this out of proportion?”
Sweetie Belle gave her sister a hug.
“Well thats why you don’t spam public forums sis, but it’s okay I’ll forgive you if it makes you feel better”.
Rarity felt the warm embrace of Sweetie Belle and her tight hug. She guessed it was a bad idea to spam a forum with pictures of feces, but now that she knew the error of her ways, she felt a loads better with Sweetie comforting her.
“Thank you Sweetie, I feel a little better now, even though I won't ever see my beloved account again”.
And so they cried together at the loss of their accounts. Never to see them again at the website known as Fashionistas Frenzy.
