Rewrite the Stars

Twilight, Fluttershy, and AJ had already departed to Canterlot when the sun has just risen in the crimson sky. The other girls had their respectable jobs to do and which leaves the Tree Castle mostly empty.

Leaving Spike and Rachel alone in it.

Spike woke up that early in the morning to find that his mate wasn’t in the bed. With a soft frown on his face, knowing what that meant.

Softly sighing, he got up off the bed, grabbing a shirt and shorts from his dresser and left the bedroom to hunt Rachel down.

It wasn’t long before Spike caught a whiff of his girlfriend’s scent, leading him down the long, stretching corridor. His bare clawed feet gently clanked against the crystal tiles, sounds echoing the halls.

As Spike trek through the halls, his mind went to last night.

As the girls departed for the night, Spike and Rachel were alone in the map room. When Twilight and the other girls told her that she couldn’t come, it didn’t set her right.

“Rachel, please calm down.” Spike had watched Rachel pace around the room, her hands running through her short blond locks with a grunt.

“I clearly can’t.” Rachel said as she continued to pace.

Spike sighed, sitting back in his chair. “I can see what the girls say. With this group basically recruiting other ponies, with that video out there, ponies might attack any human on sight.”

“I can handle-”

“Yourself, I know,” Spike said, looking at her, seeing how she finally seized her pacing. “Rach, babe, I’ve seen you fight, I’ve seen what you can do, but this isn’t about you handling yourself. If it’s dangerous to go, I’d listen.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “But you wouldn’t, you’d go, disregarding what Twilight and the others want you to do.”

He gave her a half smile, “that’s because I’m more pure muscle.”

“More like a big teddy bear,” Rachel shook her head. Spike chuckled, knowingly that comment wasn’t meant to hurt him.

While it is true, he is a big teddy bear, but there are times he isn’t.

His chuckle though made Rachel even more annoyed. Without a word, she turned away and walked back to the bedroom.

Blinking confused, Spike was left wondering what he did was wrong?

Finally, Spike found Rachel at the bottom of the grand stairwell. Still, in her tank top and boxers, she had her sketchbook - not the one he ordered which still hasn’t arrived at the mail yet - on her knees. Graphite staining her fingertips as she drew with her graphite pencil.

Drawing what looks like a ring with strange runes. Words in calligraphy wrote, “ONE RING TO RULE THEM ALL” Based off of one of her favorite pieces of literature. Spike hovered over her for a moment before he quietly sat down.

Rachel then leaned against his shoulder and sighed. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“You had nothing to be sorry about,” Spike said. “I know how you get. If the last Dragon Migration had taught me anything? You don’t like it when someone thinks you can’t handle on your own.”

“And I took it out on you….”

“Nah, not really.” He said, poking Rachel in the belly. “You were more annoyed than angry really.” Spike then grinned. “You looked really hot when angered. The red of her face brings out your eyes quite nicely.”

That received a slap on his chest but all he did was chuckle at that.

“You really are a big ol’ teddy bear.” Rachel sighed softly but smiled softly.

Spike nuzzled his snout in the crook of her neck and nodded at that.

They sat there for a moment before Spike continued, gently placing his large hand onto her cheek and pulled her to have her look at him. “Twilight and others are worried that’s all.” He pushed the bangs out of her eyes. His smiled frowned softened. “I’m worried.”

“And we all should be…” Rachel sighed.

She knew that staying home was a good idea….

Before Spike could suggest something they could do, his stomach growled. And it wasn’t meant for traditional food he craves desperately.

“Hunting day?” Rachel asked.

“Pretty much.” He said before standing up. Extending his hand out before helping Rachel up. “You can come if you want to?”

Obviously, he didn’t need to tell her twice.

Lights flashing, the city that never sleeps, fashion everywhere, that is what it’s easily described as Manehatten. At the Four Hooves, a fashion show was taken place.

Rarity awaited to go next. Her big comeback debut was tonight and she was nervous. She hasn’t displayed any new fashion in months of her dry spell, this night could make or break her career…

If she doesn’t make it tonight….she might as well close up the boutique for good. But she had faith; she was still affected by Twilight’s desire spell, she had made beautiful medieval-style outfits with a modern day twist. No doubt she would gain many offers after tonight.

Plus, it was by chance that Sapphire Shores, a friend and an old client of hers would come back to her.

Rarity was dressed in one of her dresses that was being concealed by a black coat. She wore a flowy burgundy dress with gold curls embroidered in the fabric, the skirt was flared and was down to her knees. Beautiful three-inch heels, wearing a gold belt around her waist. Her cleavage was exposed in moderate, her favorite part of the dress itself was the flared long sleeves. She originally opts on ridding them entirely before she tried the rough version of the dress and fell in love with it.

If she loved it, no doubt every pony else would too.

“Now, the next designer is Rarity, Debuting her latest chic - Modern Renaissance!” The announcer announced loudly. Music played through the speakers and the models stepped onto the catwalk.

Five mares and two stallions strutted out onto the walk. Females dressed in long flowy and looked from the working class to high royalty and the males wore a noble, knight-ish type of clothes.

From behind the curtain, Rarity watched at the models strutting out. She watched the cameras flashing from the reporters and journalists jotting notes into their books. She looked at the ponies’ faces, seeing the looks on their faces.

It was at awe and it’s what Rarity was striving to achieve.

With a giggle, her Models did one more walk around before she stepped out, removing her coat to expose her dress and sashayed down the walk. The ponies whistled and cheered for her as she walked out, confidence was through the roof.

She got to the front and posed for the cameras before turning to the audience and smiled. “Modern Renaissance was inspired by the eras of fashion dating back to the days of Ode. Why keep them in history books when you can have them revamp into our society?” She gave the cameras an award-winning, sexy grin before she and her entourage walked off the catwalk.

An hour or so later, in the hotel restaurant, Rarity was sipping on a mimosa with a smile on her face. Waiting for her phone to ring in her dress.

Her blue painted nails tapped on the table as she eagerly waited. She saw how much the ponies love her work on the catwalk, but she’s waiting for the review. The reviews were more important...

“Girl, you did a fantastic job tonight!”

Rarity turned around and squealed, Sapphire Shores was right behind her, wearing a smashing two piece white dress with gold and purple and blue gems, hugging her thick, curvy figure, her headpiece sporting a blue dolphin, the same color as her poofy mane and tail.

Rarity got up from her seat and hugged the icon. "Ooh, Sapphy it’s been far too long, darling!”

“I say,” Sapphire chuckled, hugging the unicorn before the two sat down at the table. “Rarity, you were on fire tonight. I love your designs.”

“You’re flattering me so, dear.” Rarity giggled. “How’s life been treating you?”

“Well, being a ma is much harder than I expected,” Sapphire smirked.

Rarity gasped. “You had a foal?!”

The pop sensation nodded. “Eeyup had a little colt named Multi-Platinum. Looks just like his damn daddy it’s too precious.”

“I didn’t know you were with child.”

“You never picked up my calls. I’ve tried calling you to tell you the news.”

Rarity looked at her phone before remembering. “Oh right...I lost my old phone six months ago. I must’ve forgotten to add your number in.”

“No sweat, things happen all the time.” The earth pony grinned before taking a sip of Rarity’s mimosa. “Ooh, I missed this.”

“Us hanging out or drinking my drinks?”

“Both.”

The girls shared a laugh. Rarity’s heart lightened with this, she missed talking with Sapphy. She loves the girls back home, but she missed Sapphire Shores. Before the mane six formed, Sapphire Shores was Rarity’s best friend.

“Now, now, you can’t just tell me that you had a colt without showing me some photos of the darling,” Rarity eagerly waited.

Sapphire dug into her purse and pulled out her phone, going over to her photos and show off the blue colt with platinum mane and tail that was as poofy as his mama, having her eyes. The boy, though a foal still, had early indications that he’ll grow up into a handsome stallion one day.

“Oh my Celestia, he’s too perfect!” Rarity squealed, holding the phone in her hands to look at the baby more. She swiped more to see the foal in different costumes, him running around in his diaper in the tour bus. Her husband - and manager - Golden Record, holding the three in his arms. Her husband, though isn’t fit, more on the skinny side, he was still a good looking pony. A happy family.

“Oh, Sapphy, you must let me make Multi some outfits, he is just begging for a Rarity Touch!”

“Go ahead! I don’t let just any pony near my boy. Mama protects her cubs.” Sapphire said, ending up drinking all of Rarity’s mimosa but the unicorn didn’t care. She was too mesmerized by the baby “Only if you babysit him. Record and I hadn't have a romantic night since the boy was born. you can dress him up if you watch him."

“You don’t have any pony watching out for him?” Rarity asked, not declining the offer, but just curious.

“Last cunt that babysit Multi, she raided our home, stolen 400,000 bits worth of stuff and used my son to get free stuff.”

Rarity was appalled. “That crude, unsophisticated pony! I will treat that foal as if he’s a bonafide prince!”

Sapphire chuckled. “Good to hear.”

The mares giggled before a waiter presented a rosy colored Charney in a tall wine glass to Rarity. “There you go, madam.”

Rarity blinked at that. “I didn’t order this,” she looked at Sapphire.

“Don’t look at me, I don’t drink wine,” Sapphire said.

“It was ordered by the gentle-stallion in a booth in the corner.” The waiter said, pointing at the direction of the stallion and left them.

Rarity and Sapphire Shores whipped their heads, following where the waiter had pointed.

Rarity’s eyes widened when she spotted the pony - well, the zebra - sitting at the booth.

He was a rather large fellow - the same height at Big Mac if Rarity compared the two (Spike would still tower him for a good head or two), he had long wavy pristine black and silver mane with parts of it braided with feathers intertwining them, his coat was a cool grey and unusual gold stripes and markings along his body. Eyes were strange as well, one eye emerald green and the other grey as well. It was mesmerizing. He was fit, depicting how kinda tight his earthy brown shirt was. His jacket draped over the back of the booth seat.

And in his hands was a book that he seemed to be reading under the restaurant lights.

“Wowza! Ain’t that one sexy zebra I ever saw!” Sapphire whistled, elbowing at Rarity. “Lucky gal.”

Rarity blushed red, turning back to her table. “L-lucky me?”

Sapphire sighed. “If I wasn’t married and had a kid, I’d go jump on that. He gave you a drink, that means he’s interested in you.”

Rarity scuffed. “Probably wants one thing from me.” She messed with the wine glass.

Sapphire shoves Rarity. “Girl, normally you would be the first to jump into a guy’s pants if he’s sexy and interested in you.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to be a one night stand slut.” the unicorn grumbled.

“It’s fucking rude to not at least talk to the guy who bought you a drink,” Sapphire said before she realized what had happened. “Oh..oh geez, you still on about what happened?”

Rarity sighed, nodding to Sapphire. She was there when Rarity had that encounter with the human that raped her.

“Rarity, that was two years ago...have you been seeking help?”

“Yes, I’m seeing a psychiatrist. She said what I’m going through is normal for mares who have been through that much trauma.” Rarity said.

“Maybe getting laid would help. How long has it been since you touched a guy?”

Rarity gave her a look before Sapphire’s eyes widened. “Shit, you must have cobwebs down there.”

“I had some oral nights with a few suitors but I never let them actually touch me…” She thought she might have with Spike before everything blew up horribly. It was her fault for what happened.

“If you don’t get your flank over to that stallion and talk to him, you can forget about helping my son.”

“Sapphy!”

“Trust me, just to chat with him,” Sapphire said, ushering her.

Rarity sighed, looking back over to the zebra in the booth. He was still reading his book.

With a nod. Rarity stood up, grabbing the Charney from the table, along with her phone and purse, Sapphire told her good luck before she made her way over to him.

When she got there, she cleared her throat. “Hello.”