Nightmare Moon Opens the First Trot Topic

by I Vicious I

Rating: everyone
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Random, Slice of Life, Nightmare Moon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Rarity
Length: 1303

In order to thank Rarity for her generosity, Nightmare Moon decides to do something special for the fair mare. So she invents Trot Topic to add to Rarities fashion empire, will this be a fashion disaster?

In order to thank Rarity for her generosity, Nightmare Moon decides to do something special for the fair mare. So she invents Trot Topic to add to Rarities fashion empire, will this be a fashion disaster?

Published 2023-12-29 03:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-29 03:40:01 UTC

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In the heart of Ponyville, under the pale glow of the moon, Rarity's boutique stood with an interior adorned with the delicate sparkle of sequins and silks. Nightmare Moon, an unexpected yet oddly fitting ally, loomed over the elegant unicorn as they worked together to create a collection of dresses that would dazzle the inhabitants of Equestria.

The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender and the sweet aroma of freshly cut fabric. Rarity meticulously measured each piece with her magic, her concentration did not waver despite the imposing presence of the dark alicorn beside her. Nightmare Moon, her ethereal mane that flowed like a cascade of shadows, observed Rarity's every move, offering suggestions that surprisingly complemented Rarity's keen fashion sense.

The sound of needles pricking through the fabric echoed in the room, creating a rhythmic melody accompanied by the soft hum of magic. Nightmare Moon's deep voice resonated, providing guidance on color choices and design elements. Rarity, normally accustomed to working alone, found herself surprisingly appreciative of the celestial touch in refining her creations.

The dresses, under the collaboration of moonlit magic and unicorn finesse, took on a unique, almost otherworldly glow. Each thread was woven with a touch of the night sky, the dresses sparkled in the dimly lit boutique like stars on a clear evening.

While Equestria prospered under the rule of Nightmare Moon, earning the trust of her subjects proved to be a challenging task. Rarity was no exception, and an air of mistrust lingered between them, even as Nightmare Moon assisted Rarity with her work.

"Be careful with that fabric, darling; it's extremely delicate." Nightmare Moon nodded as she meticulously sewed together blue and bright yellow fabrics. She had never been fond of the standard bright pastel palette that defined pony clothing.

Rarity looked at Nightmare Moon's work. "Excellent craftsmanship! With a bit more practice, your creations could easily become the envy of the royals in Canterlot."

A small smile briefly graced Nightmare Moon's lips, fading as a question she had been meaning to ask came to mind. "Why did you invite me to help you at your shop today? The other Elements have been hesitant to make peace with me. Or in Fluttershy's case, she's too scared to approach me" she mumbled.

She turned away, Rarity picked up the dress that Nightmare Moon had been working on. "Well, dear, I believe that you genuinely seek to make up for past mistakes, and I, for one, am eager to mend our relationship," she said as she inspected the seam between the two fabrics of Nightmare Moon's work.

A knock resonated through the room. "I wonder who that could be?" Rarity mused as she trotted to the door. With a hum of magic, she opened it to find Twilight wearing a big, cheese-eating grin.

"Ah, darling, how delightful of you to drop by," remarked Rarity, joy evident in her expression upon seeing her friend.

"Good to see you too, Rarity. I need your help with a friendship problem," she said, her eyes flicking briefly to Nightmare Moon before returning to Rarity.

Nightmare Moon nodded. "Can I assist?" she inquired.

Twilight shook her head. "That won't be necessary," she said, while still wearing an exaggerated smile.

"I am the regal Princess of Equestria, after all. I'm confident I could offer valuable assistance," she said softly.

"Nope, just the two of us," Twilight reiterated, maintaining that eerie smile on her face.

"Well, let's go handle this dreadful issue," interjected Rarity, attempting to alleviate the odd tension. "I'll be back in a day or so. Mrs. Moon, You're welcome to stay here until then if you wish," she said as Twilight ushered her towards the door, slamming it shut behind them.

"Twilight was clearly not ready yet to mend fences, but Rarity has put forth such an effort that I must do something nice for her," mused Nightmare Moon

She surveyed the boutique, adorned with the nauseating pastel colors of every variation on each wall and mannequin.

"Too bright, too happy. I shall try something bold and different," an idea struck her. Bold, dark colors reminiscent of their princess—greys, blacks, and deep blues. A palette fit for a princess is surely fit for the nobles. Nightmare Moon got to work, employing every ability that Rarity had cultivated in her to produce a fresh new line of clothing.

Two days later, Rarity walked through the door, pausing as she entered her boutique. "I'm surprised you're still here, darling. I must apologize for Twilight's odd behavior, but I'm sure she'll come around. On another note, don't you have responsibilities with ruling the kingdom?" she inquired.

"Improving my relationships with the bearers of the Elements of Harmony is part of my responsibility," she said with a huge smile. "I have something to show you." Rarity glanced around the entranceway, noting the bits of torn black fabric on the ground. She nodded nervously, indicating for Nightmare Moon to lead the way.

"With a magical hum and a mischievous grin, Nightmare Moon's horn resonated loudly, swiftly teleporting them across Equestria to Canterlot's bustling sales district. A soft poof of magic heralded their arrival in front of the shops. "Behold your surprise," she exclaimed, allowing Rarity a moment to regain her composure. "I've crafted a new boutique for your business – Trot Topic, a haven for eccentrics and aficionados of dark fashion. What do you think? I toiled tirelessly for the past two days, designing dresses and orchestrating the setup of this unique store." She beamed with enthusiasm at Rarity, though the sight of Nightmare Moon wearing such a wide smile carried an unsettling undertone."

The Trot Topic store emanated a distinct and edgy atmosphere. A heavy bass from rock and alternative music resonated through the air, which created a vibrant auditory backdrop. The scent of incense and various fragrances of scented candles wafted through the space, and invoked a mix of sweet and musky aromas. The bold and eclectic visuals assault the eyes with an array of vibrant colors, eclectic merchandise, and the stark contrast of dark hues.

"I... am at a loss for words," she admitted sheepishly.

A frown creased Nightmare Moon's face. "You don't like it, do you?"

"No, darling, it's charming, but it leans towards the darker side, and the clientele is a bit..." Rarity gestured with a nod toward a greasy-looking stallion, "...peculiar, to say the least. I'm not entirely certain if I want to associate my name with it."

"The nobility will surely adore it, and in turn, the general populace will embrace it," she declared confidently, observing as Rarity attempted to conceal a look of horror.

"How do you propose we achieve that, Your Majesty?" she inquired with a hint of tentative curiosity.

Nightmare Moon once again grinned from ear to ear, causing Rarity to give a small shudder. "They'll appreciate what I command them to appreciate," she declared. In her Canterlot voice, Nightmare Moon announced, "Listen, nobles! The latest sensation in Equestria is Trot Topic. Purchase all you can while there is still clothing to spare!" A crowd immediately gathered around the store, much to Rarity's horror.

A week had passed, and Nightmare Moon stood with satisfaction in the Castle's general meeting chamber, her smile evident as she surveyed the assembly of nobles. The air carried the distinct scent of rich fabrics and subtle perfumes, mingling with the hushed murmur of conversations. The nobles' clothing presented a visual feast — a blend of gothic colors clashed against bright and edgy designs. The atmosphere reverberated with the rustle of extravagant fabrics and the occasional clink of jewelry.

Meanwhile, her guest Rarity, unable to bear the sight of the fashion disaster unfolding, covered her face with her hooves, as if seeking refuge from the sensory onslaught.