You Don't Want to be Rescued?

It was a quiet and ominous walk as Rarity and Applejack left the castle. The unicorn was quite hesitant upon leaving the old stone walls that had protected her from the outside world, and leaving them felt just as painful as leaving home. Applejack kept her up in front so Rarity couldn’t try to run away or pull a fast one, but even if she did, there was no way a gentle, pampered flower like Rarity could ever hope to outrun somepony like the Amazon.

Still, there had been no time to check up on Spike or Rainbow, not even long enough to say a proper goodbye. It had broken Rarity’s heart to see her friend twitching on the ground in such pain, her sacrifice ultimately in vein. The orange mare pushed her along towards the exit and out into the fresh afternoon air.

Rarity wrapped her arms around herself, shivering a little. “Umm, Applejack. I know we’re in a hurry, but isn’t there any chance we could maybe grab me a change of clothes for the journey?”

“No.” Applejack said bluntly. “Like I said, I want to get this shit over with.”

“But... I’m cold!” She whined. “And I don’t want to walk around naked in public, what if somepony sees me?! I’m a princess! You have to let me have some dignity.”

“Are you deaf?” Applejack asked. “Or just plain stupid? I said no and I meant it. Now quit your yapping or you’re going to spend the rest of this little trip unconscious and dragged through the dirt. Y’all want that, Miss fussy britches?”

“No but...” Rarity started to say. “Aren’t you cold? You’re naked too! I mean I don’t think any of my dresses would fit you but we could work something out. I actually have this nice autumn red dress that would look great on you once we widen it up a bit.”

“OH MY GODDESS, DO YOU EVER STOP TALKING?!” The Amazon groaned. “Look, my camp isn’t that far away, there’s no pony around for miles besides them. We will get you something to wear when we get there. But if I hear one more peep from you it’s lights out and no clothing? You got it?” Rarity looked like she was going to say something, but covered her mouth and nodded yes. “Thank Celestia... now hurry up.”

Thus began Rarity and Applejack’s long, quiet walk through the barren fields of Spike’s territory in the nude.

*****

Everything hurt.

Spike’s swollen eyes slowly peaked open. Everything was still blurry but he felt like he had a mountain dropped on him. He tried moving his limbs. It was painful, but anything that was broken had healed up already. At least the pain meant he was still alive, but what had happened to the intruder, and for that matter, the rest of the girls as well.

“Well... that was pathetic.”

Spike sighed. “Can we not do this now?” Things got a little less fuzzy and he saw the disfigured mare sitting on his chest. Twilight Velvet's scarred face had the biggest, fattest grin he’d ever seen on it. “What has you so happy?”

“Seeing you suffer always makes me happy.” She beamed. “You deserve it, after all.” The dragon hoisted himself up, passing through the apparition. “So what was your strategy for that fight? Let her beat you up to exhaustion? Or maybe perhaps you hoped she would run away after seeing your terrifying form. Either way, brava, dragon.”

Spike groaned. “I didn’t have a plan, OK? I was just trying not to die.”

“And you barely managed that,” Velvet said. “Of course... you could have killed her, or even just let her take the princess. Either way it’d be less nuincances in your life. Plus you wouldn’t have to go on so many raids to keep us at bay. Although I do love our little talks we have.”

“Oh blow it out of your ghostly ass,” Spike muttered. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and find Rarity.”

“Really?” the gray mare asked. “You know she’s probably long gone now, and you’re in no condition to go after her.” Spike ignored her, getting back up on his feet. “Did you not hear me? It’s pointless to try and pursue.”

Spike limped down the hallway. Maybe he hadn’t been knocked out that long and he could still catch her. However, the sight that he walked in on was not the one he had hoped for. Not only was Rarity nowhere to be seen, but Rainbow was lying on the ground in pain. Suddenly his body didn’t hurt as much, overcome by his worries for the pegasus.

“Rainbow!” He yelled, rushing to her side. “What the hell happened to you?”

Rainbow groaned a little, her hands still clenched over her stomach. “Spike...” she mumbled. “Is that... you?”

“Yeah Rainbow, it’s me.”

“I’m... I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I... I couldn’t stop her.” A few tears were starting to form around her eyes. “I couldn’t stop her...”

“That’s OK, Rainbow,” Spike said. “You... you did your best.”

“But it wasn’t enough...” she sniffed. “We couldn’t stop her.”

“No, you couldn’t!” Velvet laughed. “None of you could! And you want to know why? It’s because you’re weak.” She phased herself in front of Spike, flashing her pearly whites. “This is the consequence for trying to live a peaceful life when you’re a monster. Maybe if you grew some balls and defended yourself, none of these girls you apparently care about would have been hurt. You could have prevented this, dragon... and you know that.”

“I... no it’s not that simple...”

“It kind of is,” Velvet said. “Not everything has to be complicated. Life is a little more black and white than you give it credit for. If you want something, you take it. If you hate something, destroy it. If you care about something... you do everything in your power to protect it. You failed in that regard, dragon. Your little moral code might be enough to satisfy your pride, but it brings nothing but ruin to those around you.”

Spike was shaking. He didn’t want to believe that what she was saying was true. There had to have been another way to save everypony that didn’t involve death but... Rainbow was hurt, Rarity was gone, and he had almost died... all because he refused to do what was necessary.

“Stupid little dragon. Stupid, stupid, stupid...” the grey mare cackled. “You’ll get the whole world killed without lifting a finger. We really did turn you into a killing machine. I’d be so proud if I was still alive.” Spike’s fists clenched, he was angry, angrier than he’d been in a long time. Eye blank of emotion, teeth flared and smoke gathering in his mouth and nostrils. “My... that’s a look I haven’t seen in a long time. You feeling a little pissed off? Is the world a horrible place filled with monsters? Why don’t you show this world what a real monster is.”

Maybe that was all true. He could have stopped this. He could have killed her at anytime! But he didn’t and now everything was worse for it. His heart was filled with regret, his head hurt from the despair. His reasoning was disappearing... murder was starting to make sense. He was losing it.

“I... I’m gonna get her back!” Spike snarled. He could feel his body getting numb, the pain dissipating. His heart was racing as old instincts that had been suppressed for so long were beginning to resurface. “She took what was mine... she took my belongings.”

“You own these mares, Spikes,” Velvet said, grinning like a mad woman. “No one steals from a dragon and gets to live! Find that orange bitch and kill her! Rip her to shreds and grind her to dust, and slaughter anything that gets in your way!”
“No one steals my treasure!” The dragon roared! He stomped to the entrance and looked up to the sky. He hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. The sun was already starting to set. He would have to hurry if he wanted to find Rarity and the other one.

“Spike?”

He whipped around. Rainbow was trying to get back onto her feet, although kept falling back down.
“Why... who are you talking with?” She asked.

“Stay out of this,” Spike said. “I’m going to get what’s mine and bring it back.”

“Are you sure, you don’t seem right...” Rainbow wondered. “And you were talking to somepony... who’s not here.”

“I feel better than I have in ages. Now stay here and be quiet. I have some hunting to do...” He started walking away into the night, leaving Rainbow all alone in the castle, scared and confused.

*****

Rarity felt like they had been walking for hours. The sun was evening beginning to set and it wasn’t getting any warmer. Why the hell did she have to literally rip her dress off when hopping into bed with her gold?! Now she was cold. She looked back behind her, her companion was as emotionless as usual, not even shivering.

The whole walk had been quiet and nerve-wracking. Even though the land around Spike’s castle was deserted, Rarity’s mind never stopped worrying about somepony walking by and seeing her walking around outside naked as the day she was born. It filled her with a strange feeling, like there were butterflies in her stomach and it just got more intense with each step she took. It was almost thrilling that she was getting away with it...

“Up ahead,” Applejack said, breaking the silence. “You see that little ember? That’s our camp.”

“Oh... wonderful,” Rarity groaned, feeling even more self conscious. She felt a hand fall upon her shoulder and she was forced around. Applejack stared her dead in the eyes, looking almost angry. “A-Applejack! What are you doing?”

“I want to lay down the law before we go into camp,” the orange mare said. “Starting with the fact that I don’t really care much for you. You’re soft, you whine a lot, and you smell like roses. I’ve known you for less than three hours and I already want to wring your neck.”

“Ok... not exactly a love confession...” Rarity gulped.

“It ain’t one, I’m just telling you how it’s going to be,” Applejack muttered. “Besides, I reckon you ain’t too fond of me either.”

“You hurt my friends and kidnapped me--on purpose I might add!” The white mare scowled. “So no... I am not ‘fond’ of you. I actually kind of despise you.”

“Good, then we actually agree on something,” she said. “So when we go into camp, smile, don’t talk too much, don’t say anything stupid and we can spend the rest of our lives in silent resentment of one another.”

“If you hate me so much, why go through all the trouble of rescuing me?”

“What did I say about saying anything stupid?” Applejack frowned. “I rescued you because I was told to. I’m marrying you because that’s how it is. It’s only because I’m such a nice gal that I’m even telling you all of this.” She span Rarity back around and nudged her forward. “Now come on... you can warm yourself up by the fire.”

Rarity’s hung her head down low to hide her reddening cheeks. “Fine...” she said coyly. She was not looking forward to walking into this camp. If these other ponies were anything like Applejack... she was in for a bad time.

Around the border of the small camp, a few lookouts were posted, they saw the two of them approaching them from a distance, and they readied their weapons. However, as Rarity and Applejack got closer, they recognized their beloved princess and lowered their arms, rushing over to them with glee.

“Princess Applejack!” One of them said happily. “You’re back safe!”

“Does this mean you killed that dragon?” the other one asked, her eyes full of stars and hope. “Was he hard to kill? Could he breathe fire? Did he fly? Why are you naked? Did he rip your clothes off? How hard were his scales? Is it true they’re unbreakable? Did you break the unbreakable? Did you fight the power--”

“Chatterbox!” Applejack pinched her lips shut. “Enough with the damn questions. I’m tired.”

“Ooor insess” the chatty pony mumbled through her closed mouth. AJ released her. “It’s just that I have so many questions!”

“No kidding?” the orange mare grumbled. “And what about you, Sweet Corn? Y’all have anything to say?”

“Just happy you’re alive and well, your highness,” Sweet Corn said, turning to white mare. “I take it this is the Platinum Princess?” Her eyes started scanning up and down the unicorn, inspecting her. “Hmm... she’s pretty, but she seems more like a breeder than a fighter.”

“Uh, excuse me?!” Rarity snapped.

“I mean no disrespect, Princess,” Sweet Corn said, bowing a little. “It’s actually a good thing. It requires a certain kind of bravery in itself to take a male’s seed within you. I know I could never do it.”

“Well I mean it is pretty gross,” Chatterbox said. “And let’s not forget those brave mares who go out into the breeding fields to actually milk the stallions.” A shiver went up both of their spines. “It’s pretty disgusting... but if it keeps the Amazon race alive and going then it’s just another necessary evil in this world.”

“Right...”

“Well anywho!” Chatterbox beamed. “You two should head into camp, I’m sure the rest of the girls will be just as excited to see you two.”

Applejack sighed. “Just keep a lookout, OK?” Rarity and Applejack proceeded passed them and entered the noisy camp. A few tents were set up around a roaring fire. Several mares were dancing around it, laughing and singing with one another. Others sat around on the ground, drinking and eating or making out with one another. Rarity could have sworn that she heard groaning and humping coming from the tents as she passed them.

“Well then...” Rarity grumbled. This was her life now... just one big camping trip with not a smidgen of anything valuable in sight. Truly, she had just entered the first ring of hell. She hated nature, there was nothing natural about it. How ponies could live like this was absolutely insane.

“Hey!” Applejack’s voice boomed over the party, silencing everypony else. “Where’s all the food at? Dragon Slaying is hard work.”

“PRINCESS!” The horde of them screamed! Within a moment, the white and orange mare were completely engulfed by a sea of squealing Amazons. It was a barrage of noise as Applejack was congratulated and praised over and over again. Rarity was shoved around like a sack of flour, each Amazon mare wanting to get a look at the Platinum Princess.

“So this is that old king’s daughter?”

“She’s pretty!”

“She looks kinda weak.”

“Never been with a Northern girl.”

“I wonder if they’re as soft as the rumors say...”

Suddenly, Rarity felt a pair of hands clamp onto her bosoms. Some grungy looking mare with an eyepatch had decided to cop a feel.

“H-hey!” Rarity screamed. “Get your hands off of me!”

“Aww, come on love,” the eyepatch mare laughed. “I just want a little touch is all.” She squeezed a little, making the white mare squeal out a little as well. She wanted it to stop, she wasn’t just some slab of meat to be passed around and screwed, she was a princess! No, that wouldn’t even matter, she was a pony! Did the Amazons lack any sense of decency?
She would find out as her attacker suddenly let go and dropped to her knees, screaming. Applejack had grabbed the mare by the back of the neck and forced her to the ground. The orange mare looked just as emotionless as normal, not even phased by the screaming of their fellow Amazon.

“OK, listen up, you pack of bitches!” Applejack roared, applying more pressure to the mare’s neck. All the other girls quickly backed away, watching silently as Applejack continued. “I know y’all are excited about a new girl in camp, but she’s MY girl. That means she OFF LIMITS to the rest of ya. You don’t flirt with her, you don’t lay a finger on her. If I find out that any of you have done something to make her uncomfortable, I will push your damn head passed your shoulders and into your stomach. Am I perfectly fucking clear?!” there was a wave of muffled yes’s and nodding heads. “Good. Now get her fed, get her dressed and send her to my tent.” She threw the mare to the ground and started walking away. As she was walking by, she snagged a large cut of mutton from one mare and a bottle of cider from another. “I’m going for a walk, and I don’t want to be bothered for the rest of the night.” With that, she disappeared back into the darkness, heading into the barren fields.

The rest of the Amazons began to disperse, resuming whatever activities they were doing and leaving Rarity just standing there awkwardly. Two mares finally mustered up the courage to come up to her.

“Hey there,” A pink mare said to her, extending a hand. “I’m Sugar Belle and this here is Wrangler.”

“Howdy,” the other mare said.

“Umm... hello...” Rarity said, trying her best to smile. “It’s a pleasure...”

Wrangler chuckled a little. “Yeah, I’d be nervous too if I was you. As a northern gal I’d imagine all of this can be a tad... overwhelming. But we wantcha to know that we’re not all that bad.”

“And to prove it...” Sugar Belle waved Rarity over. “Let get you into something. A little beauty like yourself will drive all the girls here crazy if you keep walking around like that.”

“Ah huh...” Rarity grumbled. Well, at least these two seemed semi-normal. She followed the two Amazons into a large tent, within it were several tanned skins and hides from various animals. Sugar and Wrangler started sifting through them pulling out an abundance of different kinds of tribal wear.

“What do you think, Wrangler?” Sugar asked. “Would the new princess look better in the lion pelts or the tiger furs?”

“I was thinking cheetah, personally,” the grey haired mare said, dangling a spotted top in her hands. “But what about you, Princess Rarity? Got a favourite animal?”

“I’m afraid to answer that...” Rarity gulped. She didn’t want to find out if they made clothing out of a dead flamingo. “Just... whatever covers me up the most. I’m a little chilly.”

The two mares looked at one another and came to the same conclusion. “Wolf pelt.” they said in unison and they fished out a tiny bit of grey garbs. It looked like they barely used any of the wolf to make it, although it seemed like that was just Amazon fashion: to walk around in the bare minimum. At least this looked like it would keep said minimum warm.

“I suppose it’ll do...” the white mare sighed, snatching the pelts and throwing them on, if she could even call it that. Her top was just the legs of the wolf, wrapped around her chest like the beast was grouping her, the little wolf paws covering up her bits. At least the loincloth was a little longer than normal, and covered her hips a bit more with the drab, murky fur of the wolf. Boots seemed to be important to this tribe, and were admittedly comfortable, lots of fur wrapped up to her knees and around her feet. At least those wouldn’t be too cold. Of course once Rarity had put all of this on she somehow felt even more naked.

“You look beautiful, princess!” Sugar Belle cooed. “Very powerful.”

“Throw her into a few hunts, get yourself a few scars and you’ll be looking like a real Amazon,” Wrangler grinned. “Princess Applejack is gonna love it. Now we should get you to her tent. I imagine ya got quite a night in store...”

Rarity swallowed her vomit. If she had a bit for everytime she was told that she’d have enough to swim in. Images of every suitor she ever had flashed through her mind. She had managed to get out of all of those marriages, there was no way she was going to lose now! Her heart only belonged to gold, and there wasn’t a damn nugget or dime here to get her going. No... she had to get out of here.

The two Amazons led her out of the tanning tent and over to the biggest tent in the camp: Applejack’s private quarters. Inside was pretty much what Rarity expected. Lots of furs and dead animal skins...

“It looks... homely,” Rarity tried to say, not wanting to comment that everything had the faint smell of death on it.

Sugar Belle pointed to a small table with a spread of cooked meats and ale on it. “Help yourself to something to eat. If you need anything, we’ll be right outside, princess.”

“Thanks...” Rarity smiled, waving to them as they left the tent. From the glow of the fires she could see their shadows slowly walk away.

Once she was sure they were gone, the unicorn ran to the table with the food. Stabbed into a big hunk of it was a small bone knife. She snatched it and went to the far end of the tent and carefully started to slice the wall open, just enough so she could wiggle herself through and get out of there. Thankfully, her tent was at the edge of the camp, and no patrols were around. Rarity had few skills that one would call practical but when it came to sneaking around she was a pro. She snuck into the tall grass, keeping low and pushed her way silently through it.

“All right...” she whispered to herself. “Now which way is Spike’s castle...” She tried looking around for any signs of the castle, but the sun had gone down and it was way too dark to see anything. “Damn it...” she cursed, there had to be something... wait, there was something off in the distant... a light? Maybe it was Spike looking for her... maybe it was a monster... either way, it was better than here, so she headed towards it.

The light was a lot farther away than she thought. She was crawling in the grass for who knows how long. By the time that she got close to this new light source the camp was a good mile away. Rarity heard the flickering of a fire, somepony’s camp perhaps? Carefully, she parted the brushels around her and took a peek.

In a small clearing sat Applejack, sitting next to a small fire. A gnawed bone and empty bottle were tossed aside and she was hunched over a small book. The quill in her hand was writing vigorously, jotting down something. The orange mare was still too far for Rarity to see, but whatever it was she was jotting down, it was making Applejack angry. Her quill strikes looked like they would shred the papers and it seemed more like angry scribbling than writing.

Without warning Applejack let out a animalistic scream, slamming the book onto the ground repeatedly before whipping it out into the grass and nearly hitting Rarity with it. The white mare flinched as the book landed not to far behind her. Afterwards, Applejack grew silent, burying her head into her arms and knees.

Rarity didn’t know what to do. There was a small part of her that wanted to figure out what all that was about, but she also valued her life and AJ looked like she’d rip anypony in half that saw her like this. She turned around, feeling for the book that had been tossed. If she couldn’t get the scoop from the source... then maybe this could shine some light on the situation.

She picked the worn little book up. Like most thing the Amazons possessed the cover was leather, and the pages looked like they were barely held in. Rarity opened the book and looked at the first page.

To house all my special girl’s secret thoughts, know that this will always be a safe place.

Your mommies

The writing was quite fancy, almost out of touch with the barbaric cosmetics of the journal. She flipped the page over. The writing looked a lot more childish, with poor penmanship.

Aries 15th

My moms don’t know about this, but I stole the last of the spiced apples from the basket.

“Hmm...” Rarity moaned. A little juvenile, but she was probably just a foal. She flipped the page.

Aries 18th

I didn’t get in trouble, so I guess that they’re not secretly reading this. I guess this really is a safe place.

We went on a trip to the Breeding Fields today in class. During our lessons we were told that all stallions were demons. All males want to make us their slaves and make us weak. In the outside world, it’s stallions that cause all the world's problems, and if they weren’t required for making new ponies, they should all be killed and their wickedness erased from history.

All I saw were a bunch of sad, hungry ponies tied to poles. The rest of the girls in my class were scared of them, except for Sweet Corn. She threw a rock at one of them and didn’t even get in trouble! When I throw rocks at stupid jerks (like Sweet Corn!) I get in trouble... it’s weird.

Rarity flipped the page again.

Aries 25th

I did something bad.

I went out into the Breeding Fields two hours ago. I had to get a better look at these monsters. The way everypony talks about them seems weird, and I need to see this evil for myself. So I snuck out of the hut at night and went to the fields again. Even at night they look just as sad.

One of them spoke to me, asking me why I was here? I told him I wanted to see the wicked males but... they look like even I could beat them up, and I’m eight! He seemed worried about me, telling me to leave before I got caught.

Aries 26th

I went back to the Fields.

This time I brought some macintoshes with me, along with some juice. I’m not sure about the males being evil, but they are hungry. Mom says I eat like a pig but she never saw these guys. The one who talked to me before thanked me before telling me to go. This guy’s always telling me to go away... I asked him for his name and he said he didn’t have one. I told him that was stupid! Even our dogs get names! I decided to give him a name: Bright Mac, because if he cleaned his fur up a little, it’d be as bright as the sun, and he really, REALLY liked that macintosh. He said he liked his name and then to get lost.

I don’t care what he says. I’m going back tomorrow.

Taurus 8th

I’ve almost given all the stallions names. I’m not the most creative pony, but I think I did a good job. There’s this one colt a few years older than me that keeps giving me dirty looks, like he’s mad at me or something. He’s tied up next to Bright Mac but he’s nearly as tall as him! I decided to call him Big Mac, because of how stupidly big he is for his age and because he kind of looks like Bright Mac.

Rarity raised an eyebrow curiously. This really was a tale of all the Amazon Princess secrets. She didn’t seem to be so stallion-hating as the rest of their tribe, and her skinned crawled at the thought of how they treated the boys of their tribe. Applejack had earned a small amount of her respect for what she had done.

The unicorn flipped through a few more pages. It was mostly the same stuff. She did stop when she saw the handwriting change a little. It was the same but a lot more neat, probably after Applejack did some growing up.

Aquarius 26th

Is it strange that I’m not really interested in love?

I’m nearly 16 years old and I’ll have to take a wife soon. My mothers say I should be excited but I really couldn’t care less. There are a lot of girls my age already getting together with one another, and Celestia knows I’ve had my fair share of offers...

But I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just marry the next girl to beat me in an arm wrestling match, it doesn’t really matter.

Pisces 10th

In light of the fact that nopony other than my mothers and Granny can beat me in an arm wrestling match, I had to change my courtship requirements to picking a mare at random. Her name’s Wrangler and she seems cool enough. Strong, not bad on a hunt. We’re actually going on a hunt just the two of us today, and afterwards we’ll...

Well, you get it. I’m looking forward to the hunt at least.

Pisces 11th

When we were alone together tonight I was actually starting to get a little excited, waiting for that moment for my first kiss. I had this great buildup in my head from what all my friends said about it and when we finally did kiss...

It felt like her lips touched mine... and that was it.

So now I’m wondering what the big deal is? I was expecting some sort of magical feeling or rush but frankly I just felt embarrassed and a little out of place, like there was something off.

I told her I was tired and we went to sleep. She said she understood but I knew she was disappointed. Maybe we’ll try again some other time.

Again, Rarity was surprised. She knew all too well that strange feeling of kissing somepony you’re supposed to like, but not liking it... things were getting intriguing and she couldn’t stop reading. She flipped ahead a bunch of other pages.

She stopped on a passage that really caught her attention.

Leo 7th

I think there might be something wrong with me.

“Oh dear...”

I've kissed over six mares since Wrangler, and they all felt the same. Just... not right. I want to talk to my moms about it, but I’m afraid that she wouldn’t understand. They seem so perfect together, something I always wanted, but at this rate... well, I’m not really sure what I’m going to do.

I asked some of the guys down at the Breeding Fields. Bright Mac started freaking out, telling me not to ever mention it again. It was strange... he never yelled at me like that, he’s usually really nice... and it’s been years since he’s gotten mad at me for sneaking to the fields. Why so angry now?

Scorpio 30th

Today outsiders were captured at the border. Two mares, one stallion, all pegasi. The report said there were no casualties but several injured. These ponies may of had wings, but they knew how to fight. The mares ended up putting 23 of us into the infirmary, the stallion didn’t lay a finger on anypony... If it weren’t for those wings of his he’d be sent to the chopping block, but Granny thinks adding some diversity to the gene pool would be good for the Amazons. The two mares are locked up, and we’re trying to convince them to stay and join us... good luck with that. I only caught a glimpse of them but they seemed like the stubborn type.

Either way, I’m looking forwards to meeting the new guy in the Breeding Fields.

Sagittarius 3rd

Wow. This new guy...

So his name’s Soarin’, and he and his friends decided to leave the Sky Kingdom a few years ago to explore the world below the clouds. They had accidently walked into our territory when they got captured. He’s a pretty curious guy, for every question I had for him, he had one for me. We spent the last three nights just... talking.

It’s... been a really great 3 days.

“Oh my...” Rarity blushed a little. Things were getting a little scandalous. She never really could resist a fat, juicy piece of gossip or a good story. The next month worth of pages were all about this Soarin’ fellow. Things that they would talk about, secrets that they shared... it was strangely adorable, and Rarity felt like she was getting a little insight on Applejack. It was hard to picture the Amazon actually happy. As she was flipping through the pages, she found a whole double page blank. With something written in the bottom corner, like she was trying to hide it even from herself.

Sagittarius 30th

Dear Journal...

I kissed Soarin’ and it felt incredible.

Capricorn 1st

Something is wrong with me...

I think I’m in love with a stallion.