A True "Rarity"

As I awoke I felt my sheets. Then I felt my magic. And strangely enough, I felt the need to write in my diary. I normally saved my entries for the night, but part of me knew it was necessary to do so. I looked at my surroundings, Twilight and Spike were still sleeping. The glow of my magic engulfed my parcel and I pulled out my diary, quill, and ink container. Dipping the quill in the ink I noticed the whole room was a glow from my spell. Focusing my energy I cast an illumination spell and my horn light up like the morning sun, turning the soft fiery glow into a bright white. As I brought my quill to the paper I felt my thoughts begin to flow out.

Dear diary,

It's peculiar thing for us unicorns; the act of waking up; magic is to us, like sight is to any other creature. It is one of the most necessary aspects of our way of life. But yet there are creatures that dont have magic, yet they still survive. This is one thing that has puzzled me. Pegasi have wings in place of magic, but they still survive. Earth ponies, have neither wings nor magic, yet they survive. If ponies can survive physically without something as important as wings, magic etc. Why can't they survive emotionally without something important like a family member or a close friend? Ponies kill themselves over emotional loss, but those in accidents, and physically lose a wing or horn or even a limb still survive. Why is it that emotions are so necessary to survival? Why do we need that outside factor of friends and family to keep us alive on the inside? WHY

"Gee that light sure is bright." Twilight said with a playful grin.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Twilight."

I felt horrible for waking her up after the night she had yesterday.

"It's fine." She said with a convincing smile. "I didn't know you had a diary."

"Yes well, it's the only thing that won't judge me as I always say."

Why am I always so damn cheery in the morning?

"Do you mind if I see it?"

"See my writing? I don't think you would like it, it's just a mere journal entry. No major story or anything." I said with a slightly defensive tone.

"Oh uh sorry then. I didn't realize it was....personal." She said a bit sadly.

I could tell I put her off with my comment.

"Here," I said with a grin on my face as I handed her the diary. "Knock yourself out."

Her eyes light up as she began to read my recent writing. The light from my spell lit up her eyes, and they changed from purple to a tinted mix of purple and blue. It reminded me of Rarity's eyes.

"This is excellent!" She said distracting me from my thoughts.

"There's no need to sugar coat it Twilight, I understand my writing is average."

"No I'm completely serious! Your thought process and development, its...amazing!"

I blushed.

At least shes having a decent start to her day. Although that bruise is still there.

"Did you ever write before this?" She asked with an eager look.

"Well, yes actually, before I came here I checked spell books, and made sure they worked and were written properly. But spell book writing is much different from actual writing, and all I did was check; Didn't need to do any official writing."

Twilight almost squealed with joy. She had good reason to do so however, as the spells that I proofread are unreleased to the public. There are even some spell books that are highly sensitive, and I've seen a few of those. But I stopped checking them after I found out myself that you receive complementary royal surveillance for a week.

"Princess Celestia told me that spell checkers get to see some pretty secret stuff.....and I was wondering.....could you give me a demonstration?"

Why not? One spell can't hurt right? But which one...Ah, a protection spell. That will give her a good show.

"Ok Twilight, but just one spell ok? And you can't tell anyone about it. Not even Spike. Understood?"

"Pony's honour." She squeed.

As my horn glowed my diary lifted up from the ground, and then magically, burst into flames. Twilight looked at me with shock and awe. Sensing she had a question, I told her the notebook itself isn't on fire, but its a protection spell.

"A protection spell?" She asked. "I thought those spells didn't do....well that." She said as she pointed to the fire.

Then, almost instantly after she pointed at my diary, a green flame set it ablaze. It was my turn to be shocked. Spike had awoken somehow, and was using his own magic fire to put out mine. And in the process, my diary was destroyed. Its pages began to brown and turn to black, as it was ripped apart by the fire. And all I could do was stand there and watch my life burn. As I looked at Spike, his face was cold and un-emotional. The indifference he was showing to my life's work and story was brutal. I almost said something, I almost called him out right there for the sick, twisted fuck he was but I didn't. After all, had I not just written about the connection of outside properties and emotions? It was then I decided to take it with stride. I gazed into the now dying fire, and let it take the last emotional part of me away. Foolishly in my adoration for the spell I cast, I paid no attention to the nearly blinding flash of light from it, nor did I recall that dragons can sense fires.

How could I have been so boastful and foolish? Well, whats done is done.....

As the fire finally faded, I looked at the pieces of ash that were left, and had a stunning resemblance to the ashes of a cremated pony. I gathered as much of it as I could in my hooves, and put it back in my saddle bag. I had both literally and figuratively buried part of myself. The whole room was silent during this, and nopony chose to give an eulogy. Then I heard some giggles, then pure laughter from none other then Spike.

"The way you carried that thing," He had to pause to try and control his laughter. "It was like you were carrying something real.....important! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

His dystopian esque punchline of "importance", could not even describe what that diary meant to me. It was far more then important.

You can always buy another one though can't you?

As that thought entered my mind, I did realize that there was a decent amount of sense behind it. It was merely a physical object, and physical objects can be replaced. However I have insufficient funds, (possibly even more then insufficient) and this librarian job doesn't pay bits, it pays for my living quarters, and in emotionally traumatic experiences. I put aside the small amount of emotional pain I was experiencing, and mustered up the courage to ask Twilight if there were any other jobs in town. Apparently, it just so happened, (almost as if it was a cliched plot device for a story) the apple family farm needed an extra hoof. From what Twilight said it would be an optional one day work deal, and the pay should be enough to cover my diary, and a weeks worth of food. Unfortunately, she never said the type of labor that the job would entail. I was finally approaching the farm, and the smell was the first thing that I noticed. It wasn't the stereo-typical, nostril melting smell of a farm, but it was nice, "frilly" apple tinted smell. There was an old mare in front of the barn house, whose pastel jade skin resembled a granny smith apple. Ironically enough that was also her name.

"Howdy there! Mah name's Granny Smith." She said kindly. "What er, can I do ya for?"

Celestia I love old people. So full of wisdom. And I can honestly say with all sincerity, I myself would like to live to as old an age as that mare appeared to be. Live out my days with an equally old Rarity.....I quickly brought my attention back to the conversation.

"Hello, I heard that you needed an extra hoof to help with the apple bucking season? That is what it's called right?"

I wasn't exactly "well read" in the apple field.

"Why'a yes actually. You can get started right away, those two ponies and the foal are mah kin. The big red one is Big Mac, the one with tha hat is Applejack, and the little one with the bow is Apple Bloom."

So they were all named after apples. How original. I smiled.

"Quite a lovely family you have there." I complimented.

"Why yes they are....just too bad bout their parents. What a shame..." She said as she shook her head. "What a shame....."

Realizing she was starting to have unpleasant memories, I walked off to meet my workmates for the day. As I approached them, they hardly noticed my presence, as they were already hard at work.

"You can start by taking there apple off the trees, and dropping them in the baskets. Can'ya do that? With your fancy magic and all?" Applejack asked.

I didn't bother to answer and I decided rather, to show them myself. I focused my energy, and was extra careful not to set anything on fire, and as the countless amounts of apples floated off the tree and into the baskets bellow, they looked on with a foal like wonder. After I finished the spell, and the baskets were filled with apples, and I was sure at this rate, I would be walking back in saddle bags filled with bits.

"That sure is some fancy stuff sugarcube." Applejack said with an appreciative look.

"Eeyup." Big Mac said.

"Hey sis, can earth ponies do apple magic too?" Applebloom said innocently.

Looking at her I thought of my past experience with Sweetie Belle and shuddered.

"Well now that that's done, what else do I have to do here?" I asked.

"Well, seems yer pretty good at taking them apples down and all. You and Big Macintosh can put them in the baskets and Applebloom and I will clean them inside. Sound good?" Applejack said.

"Eeyup." Big Mac said. I nodded my head in agreement, the two went off to the barn with the freshly picked apples.

I gathered my energy again, and brought down more apples from the tree into the basket. After a few minutes of the continuous cycle of the picking and dropping process, the job was beginning to become....monotonous. I decided to ask Big Mac if he had any knowledge of the magnificent Rarity.

"Eenope."

"You don't know anything about her?" I asked.

I suppose she isn't as popular as I previously believed.

"Sorry, but I don't really care much about her."

As I was getting ready to beat the stallion to death with the harvested apples, he added,

"Or for mares in that matter anyway."

My hidden look of anger turned into one of confusion. Such a stallion like this, surely there would be a decent amount of mares interested in him. I was glad he had no plans to woo Rarity (unlike Spike on the other hand) but not for him to not care much about mares either....surely he wasn't a colt lover? He certainly didn't make it obvious....

Of course! He's still in the box.

Surely that was the answer. But considering my theory of his sexuality being.."incognito" why would he reveal this to me?. Oh sweet Celestia don't tell me he thinks I like colts as well? I could already the feel the complications as well as the possibility of sexual tensions rise.

"But there is some ponies I do....care for of course." He said.

He was approaching me as he said this, and I slowly began to back up into the tree. As awkward as I tried to make the situation seem for him, he kept walking closer. I knew he was making a move, and he knew I could tell what he was trying to do.

When will I ever have one easy day?

The scent of apples grew noticeably stronger with each step he took towards me. He looked into my eyes, and it was then I could feel his gayness staring into my soul. As tolerant as I was of all races, and sexualities, I was not about to kiss some colt I had met for half an hour at least. He closed his eyes as he got closer, and right before he lips landed on target, they hit the tree behind. It took him less then half a second to notice and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes...you see....I'm don't exactly care for colts. I thought you knew that from before." I said with an uneasy tone.

"Oh....mah apologies partner...." He had a brooding tone as he said that and I almost felt bad for him. I was also personally stunned at how I appeared to be into colts.

After our "incident", we went back to work. I was able to continue as if nothing happened, as nothing had happened; because nothing had happened in my eyes. In Big Mac's eyes however, this was clearly something he didn't do everyday. I could tell he felt rejected for taking a chance, and everything going wrong. The worst part is that it wasn't even his fault. I rejected him. He didn't reject himself.

Almost 6 hours had gone by and the work was finally through. The girls had both finished up washing and sorting all the apples, and Big Mac was in slightly better standing then before. As I was taking down the last set of apples from the trees, I heard the voice of Applejack calling me into the barn. As I went to collect my pay for the day, she shut the barn door and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Why are you really here Heatstroke? If that's even yur name." She said with an authoritative tone.

"What are you talking about?" I responded. The last time I checked my name was Heatstroke and I was here to earn some bits because some plothole dragon burned my diary.

"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking bout sugarcube!" She was now shouting at me and poking me at the same time. What was highly ironic to me, is that she was insulting me and calling me a "sugarcube" at the same time. Classy.

"No I don't actually. If I did something please just tell me, and we can work whatever it is out." I said with levelheadedness.

"Your'e sick aren't you? You would just love to hear how you was peeking in on Sweetie Belle again wouldn't you?" She said.

At that moment I almost burst out laughing. I didn't think anypony had even seen my mishap, let alone think I was trying to commit pedofillyia. I tried to explain to her I had no intention of seeing Sweetie Belle for that matter either. She promptly asked for my real reason for being there. That of course I wasn't going to say. She was friends with Rarity and there was no way I was going to be known as a "peeping pony". I began to stutter as I had no real response to her question, and she subsequently hog tied me and pinned me to the ground. I wasn't going to be known as the pony who was taken down by a mare either. I used my magic and sent her flying through the barn wall, and untied my self with it as well. As I stood outside the hole I had created, the other three members of the apple family were staring at me. With a roll of his eyes Big Mac calmed his sister down, and promised to Apple Bloom and her grandmother he would handle it. The three of us strolled back into the barn, and Applejack laid down the claims as soon as her younger sister was out of earshot.

"This fella here! He tried rape Sweetie Belle!" She said as she pointed at me.

Apparently I had also attempted rape as well.

"Now hold on there A.J." Big Mac said. "See Heatstroke here had a conversation with me...and he isn't exactly a foal lover."

"Well that's not what Apple Bloom says! She saw him walk to the boutique and peek inside the window and fell down and ran off." Applejack said with a clear "I told you so sugarcube" tone.

"Now sis.....are you really gonna believe what Apple Bloom says? For all you an' I know she could be trying to get that darned cutie mark again."

"Well!" Applejack paused and recanted the proof behind Big Mac's argument. "Sigh, fine I suppose your'e right....sorry sugarcube. I'm just a tad bit protective about my lil' sis an all." Big Mac cocked an eyebrow. "Ok so a bit more maybe." She said with a smile. "Wait right here, I got something for all the trouble I put ya through."

As she walked out of the barn, I turned to Big Mac and said "Thanks. For covering for me and all. Not that I was doing anything in the first place." He smiled, and then replied "Yer welcome. But I do have one question. Why were you at the boutique so late at night anyway?"

Considering the secret Big Macintosh had told me earlier today, I figured it was time I told him mine. I told him about my love for Rarity, why I asked him about her and, why I was really at the boutique.

"Hah, I knew it was some silly thing that Apple Bloom had seen."

Yes and next time she'd better mind her own damn business. I don't want to have to deal with another event like this again.

Applejack walked back in the room, carrying a lightly used saddlebag which had a nice helping of apples, cider, and bits.

"There's 300 bits in there for the work you done today, and an extra hundred to keep what happened between us a family secret." she said with a wink.

"Thank you, I'm sure those apples will be delicious." I said.

"Well ya did pick most of them sugarcube. Least I could do." Applejack said, still sounding a bit embarrassed.

As I took the saddle from her and put it on I could instantly feel the shift in weight, and I almost staggered around.

She really wasn't kidding when she said 400 bits.

I said my final goodbyes to the many "apples" of Sweet Apple Acres but there was still one thing that felt missing to me. Before I walked outside the pony shaped hole in the wall I turned to Big Mac, and did one of the last things I was expecting too. I kissed him on the check; in a friendly way of course. Applejack's mouth hit the floor as Big Mac smiled at me. I then walked away in content silence. However, that silence disappeared as I walked away to the top of the dirt road, that led to the farm.

"A.J....there's something I need to tell you."

Apparently Big Mac had decided to utilize my courage. All seemed well that afternoon. I would be picking up some flowers and finally decide to bring something for that gorgeous mare.

Rarity....I almost got into a lot of trouble because of you....but you are worth it of course.

Sometimes I honestly believe she can hear me when I think things like that. Maybe she can. As I entered the town square, I saw a bouquet, and walked up to the light blue pony running the stand. She had a rainbow colored mane and I was slightly fascinated by the plethora of colours it had. I then pointed to the flowers.

"How much is it for these?" I asked

"Ten bits. Hope the pony getting them likes them." As she said that, I noticed her cutie mark had a cloud and a lightning bolt. It was always a rare occurrence when you saw a Pegasus is Fillydelphia, but here they showed up like clockwork. I took the flowers and levitated them to my saddle bag. Roses. Highly cliched. All I needed now was some chocolate and a heart shaped box. But as cliched as it seemed, it was cliched. Something wasn't right. It was almost....too perfect of a day, besides the action of this morning. But that was minor compared to the rest of the "perfect" day. I began to hold my belongings closer to me in paranoia. Then I saw a glint in the street corner. The odds were against me again. It was (surprise surprise!) Spike. But he wasn't alone this time. A cotton candy colored pony was there and had what looked like a crystal in her hoof. But it wasn't. I recognized it, the shape, colour, it was crystal alright. But not the "legal" kind crystal. It was meth. Apparently the saying I heard from my foal hood was true, drugs really are everywhere. But this was something I could use. Drugs were never an attractive thing for any pony, and those who used them were looked down upon by everypony. It was time to get my revenge.

"GUARDS! GUARDS! THIS PONY IS IN POSSESSION OF ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Almost instantaneously the royal guards appeared and as that pink pony tried to escape, she was tackled by the guards. Spike on the other hand being a minor was going to be escorted back to the library. As the pony was whisked away by the guards I recalled the sentence for selling illegal substances to minors. Or punishment rather. Execution. Quick and simple. But not as simple as I thought. The guards found out I was the closest relation to Spike in the area, and I was stuck with walking him back to the library. Oh it brought me such joy to see the tears in his eyes when I told him a pony was going to be killed because of him. And he believed it too. I may have seen like a sick bastard of a pony, but the exacerbation of my happiness was worth it. He even sniffled the word Pinkie Pie once or twice, apparently that was her name. We finally approached the library door, and my feeling of victory grew as I opened it. Twilight almost had a heart attack when I told her what had just occurred. When she asked who the other pony was I responded with a nonchalant "Pinkie Pie" I then reminded Twilight of the death sentence the pony would be facing. When I finished my sentence, I heard words I thought I would never hear from Twilight.

"SPIKE! HOW COULD YOU!!!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE FUCKING DONE! DO HAVE ANY CELESTIA DAMNED IDEA, OF ANYTHING YOU'VE CAUSED!" I tried to hide my laughter.

"But...Twi I honestly didn't-" She cut Spike of like the sudden drop a guillotine blade.

"DIDN'T WHAT!? YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THE FACT THAT MAYBE I ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT PINKIE!? YOU FUCKING FORCED HER TO BAKE YOU METH! YOU'VE PUSHED EVERYONE IN ALL OF FUCKING EQUESTRIA AROUND TO DO WHAT YOU WANT! YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE GETTING DECAPITATED! YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD! NOT MY FRIENDS, NOT ANYPONY IN THE WHOLE WORLD! CAUSE IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU RIGHT? WELL WHY DON'T YOU KILL YOURSELF! YOUR'E ALREADY A SELFISH MOTHERFUCKING SO FUCKING END YOU LIFE FOR ALL OF US! DO ALL OF EQUESTRIA A FAVOR YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

And with that Spike ran off to the top section of the library, and as Twilight slowly started to cool down, she began to break down and cry. Apparently that wasn't just some random street dealer pony after all. I felt remorseful for both Pinkie Pie and Twilight (particularly for Pinkie Pie) but it was worth it. Spike had been humiliated, and put back in his place, like the worthless animal he was. I walked over to Twilight, who was sobbing on the floor, levitated one of the roses out of the bouquet, and gave it her. I began to stroke her mane and give her words of comfort, even though she and both knew, words could not erase what would be happening in the morning. And when Twilight's tears turned into to simple breaths and she was finally asleep, I magically lifted her to her bed, and gently laid her down with the rose I had given her. All the while the light from my horn illuminated my face, and as her sheets began to glow from my magic and they were put in place of me to comfort her; I said with a solemn smile "goodnight Twilight Sparkle". I was unsure if she had heard me or not, but part of me hoped that she did.