Why Sassy Saddles

A pompous mare huffed and shook her head as she walked towards the door.

“Well I never,” she exclaimed, striding out of the shop.

A teal blue mare suddenly dropped her forced smile and sunk her head low.

“What a bitch,” she muttered under her breath, before walking to the entrance and turning the open sign to closed.

It was an hour after closing already and she had to practically force her out of the shop.

‘I can deal with her tomorrow,’ she thought.

Sassy Saddles had been dealing with a bridezilla for most of the afternoon. The stress of listening to demand after demand had got to her. She went to the freezer and pulled out a large tub of chocolate ice cream, intent on devouring the whole thing. The now closed shop shut out the outside world. As Sassy dove her spoon into the tub, she listened as an empty silence filled the room.

She had lived in the Canterlot Boutique for a good while now, but couldn't get used to how quiet and soulless it was, after hours. It was like the life was sucked from the place when no ponies were around.

She took another spoonful of chocolate ice cream but it did not make her feel any better. She heard somebody laugh through the thick walls, and she could see a young couple walking out in the evening sunset through the window. They laughed and joked flirtatiously together, and walked close to each other as they went on their way.

Sassy shut the curtains and retreated back into the darkness of the Boutique. She knew Rarity would be visiting in a few weeks, and knew that would lift her spirits, but to her in might as well have been forever.

She lit a candle and placed it down in front of her hoping that it would produce a soothing ambience. A warm glow lit up the room as she relaxed on a poofy chaise lounge. This made her feel warm and fuzzy, but the silence was still there, hanging ominously in the room.

She thought about the couple she had just seen outside, and she knew they would just be settling down into whatever they were doing that evening. ‘Probably a cute date with wine and flowers,’ she thought.

It was a thought that stung. She had never done anything like that, she didn't even know what it was like. Even the pompous obnoxious pony she had been dealing with this afternoon could apparently find someone who wanted to marry her.

“What a fucking cow,” Sassy muttered to herself has she tucked into another spoonful of ice cream.

‘How come she gets someone to make her happy?’

Tears started to well up in Sassy’s eyes as she stared into her tub. Small sobs started to escape her as she wondered how she could end up so alone in a world filled with bright colours.

The candle was not helping at this point. It felt like the room was the scene of a romantic date, but she was the only one there, she blew it out and decided she just wanted to go to bed. The sooner this day ended the better.

She continued to weep quietly as she put the ice cream away and made her way upstairs to her bedroom located above the Boutique. Accommodation was one of the perks of her job, but now it just felt like a curse.

She entered the room and was greeted by only her reflection in a large vanity mirror. She flinched a bit upon seeing the other pony, before realising that it was just herself. Her mascara had run and her eyes were bloodshot. She walked over to the window opposite ready to shut the curtain. Night had quickly drawn in and she looked out momentarily into the inky blackness. As she did so a tiny flashing light momentarily shot through the sky. The shooting star was a timid thing really. Just a forgettable puff on an average winter night.

As she had always done since she was a little filly, she made a hopeful wish.

“I wish I wasn't so alone,” She said between sniffs.

Wishes were futile. She had known this since she was young. It didn't stop her though.

A brief moment of anger overtook her.

“It's all the dresses fault!” she yelled as she took her black dress off and threw it on to the dresser.

“Why do I have to wear you!” she yelled at the garment.

It did not reply.

She was alone.

She got into bed sobbing, and turned a large pillow round so she could snuggle against it.

She pretended it was a loving Stallion. All four legs gripped it as she got lost in her fantasy. She knew it was sad and pathetic, but at least it's got her to stop crying. It was comforting and allowed her to drift off into an uneasy sleep.

Maybe there would be someone in the future that could love her.