Rain

by Melavio

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Rarity, Slice of Life
Length: 1031

It always rains on Tuesday.

A short slice of life story between Rarity and Spike. Tuesdays are always like that.

(My first attempt at writing Pony fluff. Just a one shot for now)

Published 2012-11-14 11:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-14 11:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1

It always rained on Tuesday. Rarity sighed again, staring at the rain hitting her Boutique’s windows. She never knew why it seemed to rain every Tuesday, but Rarity was under the suspicion that Rainbow Dash just disliked the day. She would have to ask the flying speedster about that, one day.

Unfortunately with the rain, there always seemed to be a lack of customers to her shop. With ponies, especially in a town far from a metropolitan area, clothing stores were always a hit and miss. Luckily for Rarity her Boutique had flourished over the few years it had been opened, with many customers gushing about the quality of her work. While this always brought a smile of pride to her face, Rarity pushed the thoughts out. As good as her work was, most ponies preferred shopping for clothes when their fur wasn’t sopping wet. Chuckling to herself, Rarity wondered if it wouldn’t be a good idea to start promoting her weather clothing for sale on Mondays.

Rarity’s thoughts into new weather clothing were halted as a loud knocking sounded from her shop’s door. Smiling, the white pony went to her door and flung it open in her usual greeting.

“Welcome to Carousel Boutique where everything is s—Spikey-Wikey?” Standing before her was the little purple dragon, dressed in a smaller poncho and carrying a package of some sort. “Hi Rarity!” replied the baby dragon. Rarity blinked, before smiling. “What are you doing here today, I thought that- Wait, let’s get you inside first, it’s still dreadfully pouring out here.”

With that, the small dragon was ushered into the shop. Rarity closed the door and turned around, finding that Spike had set down his package and begun taking off his poncho. After hanging up the coat, Spike set his eyes to the lovely white mare. Rarity quietly giggled to herself as she observed the young dragon’s eyes glaze over for a few seconds. Clearing her throat, the mare began asking again. “Spike, darling, what brings you here today? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that Twilight mentioned reorganizing the entire library this afternoon.”

A quick look of horror passed through Spike’s face before he shook it off. “Yeah, we actually started earlier due to the rain. We were down to Q when Twilight asked me if I would run an errand for her before it got too late out.” Spike bent downwards and picked up the package he had brought. “The Sparkle Family Reunion is coming up soon and she wanted to wear the dress you made for her birthday last year.”

A smile grazed Rarity’s face at the admission. She was truly lucky to have such good friends who would stick by her even after she had been selfishly trying to be at that dreadful garden party. “I’m to assume that she needs something done to the dress then. An alteration of some sort, perhaps? Ooh! Maybe she wants me to finish making it into the full design!”

Eyes brimming with ideas, the mare lifted the package out of the baby dragon’s hands. Walking over to her counter, Rarity began going over the dress’s original design in her head. New ideas came to her, and she started planning out an even better design. Why, by utilizing the currently in Amethysts to accentuate Twilight’s colors, she could-

“RARITY!” Startled, she turned around to face a Spike whom had been attempting to get her attention for some time. “Um, my apologies Spike.” Said the blushing mare. “You were saying?”

The whelp sighed and rubbed the back of his head. “Twilight wants to keep the dress as it was.” To this Rarity deflated a bit, but then perked back up. After all, there must have been some reason for Twilight to send over her number one assistant. “Well then Spikey-Wikey, what can I help Twilight with?”

At this, Spike motioned for her to open the package. As she did so, Rarity came to realize just why Twilight needed her help. If she remembered correctly, scorch marks were not a part of any of the dress’s design. “Oh my. What happened to this?”

Spike chuckled nervously. “Well, Peewee found it and thought it would make a nice nest. We’ve talked about what he can and can’t use as building material since then, but the dress got…kinda…burnt.”

Rarity unfurled the garment and began inspecting it. While there was some damage around the base, it was light and looked like it could be fixed instead of scrapping the whole dress. “That, I believe I can do. It shouldn’t take too long mend. I should be able to get it done in a few hours.”

A look of relief washed over Spike’s face. “That sounds great, Rarity!” After a moment, a look of realization crossed the whelp’s face and he began to fidget. “Um…Rarity.” The mare looked up from the burnt garment. “Yes, Spike?” The baby dragon took a deep breath. “Would…would it be ok if I stayed here and…helped! Yes helped you with fixing the dress? Twilight gave me the rest of the afternoon off, so I can stay if you want me-the help! Want the help.”

Rarity looked down at the baby dragon, who looked positively nervous. She smiled.

“Of course I accept. Such a gentledrake, my little Spikey-Wikey, offering to help me out.” A smile bloomed on the dragon-turned-gak. “If you would be a dear, take the dress back to my work room and I’ll be right along.” The drake saluted with a “Yes m’am!” and took the battered dress to the back of the store.

Smiling at the young drake’s actions, Rarity cantered over to her front door. With a quick flip, Carousel Boutique was closed for the evening. Even though she could possibly lose some customers, Rarity found herself not caring in the slightest. She’d much rather spend it with a loved one, and the little dragon was a close to her as her other five best friends. Cantering back to where Spike had disappeared, Rarity gave one last glance at the rain splattered windows. A smile grew on her lips. After all, it always rained on Tuesday.