The Marshmallow Lighter

Being a fashionista is hard work. I constantly have to make trips to and fro to acquire my fabrics or place expensive shipping orders. I find that merely going to Canterlot is easier on the wallet and time and on some occasions, could end on a beautiful dinner at a swanky restaurant. Unfortunately, on this trip, my dear Spikey-wikey was unable to come on account of a huge report Twilight had to write. This left me on my lonesome to the city... but nonetheless, I shall not let this ruin my trip! Celestia knows that I fared just fine without Spike before, and I shall again... I hope.

Canterlot trips have become a wondrous experience for myself as well as my friends. My previous infiltration with help from Fancypants served me extremely well while designing the dresses for the Royal Wedding solidified my status: Rarity is the dressmaker of Equestria. Ever since then, my orders have been coming in like clockwork. Spike has spent as much time as possible assisting me as he has relieving me of stress. The one night he wound up pleasuring me in my sleep after a very stressful day preventing a proper session before bed. I learned this the next morning and gave him the biggest kiss I could muster as a thanks. I'd have offered more, but I was short on time.

I practically bounced through Canterlot with thoughts of little Spikey-wikey such as what should I get for a gift? Or maybe I should surprise him with a new lingerie. I had spotted a gem-encrusted red lingerie piece, and I'm sure Spike would go to town with that one. However, as life loves to ruin my mood, a pony passed by me rather closely yet did not directly approach me. She whispered one word that I thought was the wind.

“Pedophile.”

Breathing in sharply in an attempt not to make a sudden movement proved to be difficult. I felt an urge to run up and buck this insulting mare to Kingdom Come, but I kept my composure to show that I was the better mare. It wouldn't be smart to react violently over petty insults. Keeping on my way, I continued my day, stopping at shops and purchasing what I needed. I situated myself at a quick restaurant for lunch, and just as I placed my order, I heard a voice behind me.

“Child molester.”

Okay, who the buck said that? Looking around slowly and carefully with a furrowed brow, I spotted nopony acting suspiciously aside from a few odd glances towards me. Clearing my throat, I awaited for my meal. Before long, a waiter set a plate down in front of me. A humble sandwich and a glass of tea for my meal.

Biting down onto the sandwich, I was met with disappointment. The bread was rather chewy when I asked for slightly toasted. Before the waiter could fully leave, I caught his attention and notified him of the sandwich. A quick apology and five minutes later, I found another sandwich lying in front of me.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, miss Rarity?”

I took a quick sip of the tea before gagging. I spat the tea out and examined it closely. There was a hair in it as well as what appeared to be... grease!? I felt my anger rising, but held it back for the sake of remaining the better mare. I responded to the waiter by slapping the bits onto the table, standing up, and hurrying out of the restaurant.

On my way back to the hotel, I found myself the target of many gazes. I'd hear faint whispers reminding me of my earlier problems.

“Bestiality freak.”

Gritting my teeth and struggling to remain composed, I whipped my head in the direction I thought the speaker was in. I spotted nothing... and that was it. I kept watching as mares and stallions of all ages crossed the street or turned into a building at the sight of me. Very few ponies came anywhere near me. Grumbling my way into the hotel courtyard certainly hadn't made things better, but it was the only thing I could do to distract myself. Ponies whisked around as if they were in such a hurry. One pony slowly walked by me, glaring at me indirectly.

“Freaky cunt.”

That was it.

“WHAT THE FUCKING CELESTIA IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” I shouted out.

Several ponies halted around us while the one whom insulted me turned to me fully with a bemused glare. I was seething through the teeth, huffing while attempting not to unleash a fury of magical blasts at this uncouth bastard.

“I'm fine. I mean, it's not like I screw baby dragons.”

Locking my gaze on him, I slowly stepped towards him with full intent to beat him into a pulp.

“I heard there was more. It's kind of why I cancelled my order.”

Turning around, a small crowd amassed around us. Chatter began to erupt, speculating, accusing... insulting. Feeling my anger build up intolerably, my horn lit up, forcing the ponies blocking my path to forcibly move. I galloped into the hotel building and dashed for the stairs. Huffing coarsely was all I could do while flying up the stairs to the eleventh level. Darting down the halls and skidding to a stop, I fumbled with a lock before opening my door. Entering and slamming the door was one measly task out of the way.

Running to my bag was my largest task. I ripped it open with zero regards to the latches (I can patch it up easily), I pulled out a small, heart-shaped ruby embedded in a golden necklace. I quickly put it on, set my forehooves against it in a tight hug, fell onto the bed, and began to weep. I pushed my face into the pillows to dampen sounds that never came. I never wailed in pain and suffering, and I certainly never wept like a baby. I choked out sobs, finding the dead silence broken only when I gasped for air.

“Spike...”